all of him. She cried out and leaned back, enough for him to reach one of her nipples and tweak it.
“Sir!” She clenched her ass cheeks, and the motion drove his orgasm.
He ejaculated in spurts that made him shudder and squeeze her tight.
“That, Sir, hit a few of my fantasy buttons,” she said when he opened his eyes to see her looking at him with a smile.
“We’ve got all night,” he said. “Let’s see if we can push a few more.”
Chapter Five
The idea was enough to make her dizzy.
Being with Logan had been everything she could have imagined, and oh, so much more.
Jennifer accepted his help as she stood. She swayed to one side, and he immediately put his hands on her waist.
“Do you need to sit?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I just stood too fast.” But it wasn’t only that. Her mind was swimming from everything she’d just experienced.
When she’d attended the BDSM movie with the Carpe Diem Divas, she’d fantasized about what it would be like to be under the control of a powerful man who would guide and support her.
Brett had been okay in bed, enough to get her off, but there had been no adventure. Often the lights had been off or, at the very least, dim. Most times, they’d even done it beneath the sheets. He had never been as direct as Master Logan, never studied her the way he did, never pushed her beyond her comfort level into new levels of awareness and arousal. This was everything she imagined sex could be. And damn, she liked it.
“Better?” Logan asked, looking at her through narrowed eyes.
She pushed back the unruly lock of hair from her forehead and nodded.
He quirked an eyebrow.
“I mean, I’m fine. Thank you, Sir.” Part of her was thrilled by his insistence on formality. He was right. It kept the outside world separate from what they were sharing. To her, that made this more intimate.
She expected him to release his grip, but he didn’t right away. For the moment, it was nice to feel protected.
He studied her face, as if reassuring himself, before saying, “Let’s get you upstairs and maybe into a shower.”
She nodded.
When he released her, she reached for her underwear.
“You won’t be needing any of that until tomorrow.”
Freezing, she looked at him. “You want me naked?”
“Unless otherwise instructed. Yes.” He stood.
Until now, she hadn’t noticed how much he towered over her. Taking off her shoes and facing him made her cognizant of his size, strength and irresistible domination. He stole her breath.
“But you are welcome to take your belongings upstairs. My things as well.” He disposed of the condom. Even without an erection, he had an impressive cock.
As if on cue, she became aware of a tingling between her legs that told her she’d be sore tomorrow. She grinned, unable to remember the last time that had happened, if it ever had. In her experience, no other man was his equal.
Logan straightened up the play area, removing his cuffs from the cross and dropping them into the bag. Then he returned to the metal tower and picked up the wicked clamps. “How were they?” he asked.
“I’m…glad we used them.”
He continued to regard her, clearly waiting for her to go on.
“They were intense. Almost too much. Well, they were extreme when you pulled on them.”
He grinned, and she suddenly felt like prey.
“And your pussy got wet,” he said, his voice as rich as cognac spilled on black velvet.
She gulped. “True.”
“Be brave, Jennifer.”
“I already have been, Sir. More than ever before.”
“We have a lot of the night left.”
Even though his words sent a shiver of threat through her, she didn’t want their time together to end.
He dropped the clamps and the blindfold into his bag, then zipped it shut before going to turn off the stereo. The silence echoed.
Receiving a flogging to the sound of Gregorian chant music had allowed her to get out of her head and stop thinking. Then… Having sex to Muse had been incredible. The thrumming beat had given her courage that she’d never experienced before.
But now, with no outside noise, she noticed the thump of her heartbeat and the frantic, desperate sound of her shallow breaths.
“I want to look at your ass. I’ll follow you up the stairs,” he said.
Was this what it was like to be a submissive? Subject to the Dom’s orders and desires? Having boundaries tested, maybe demolished? An illicit thrill tingled down her spine. If this was what it was like, she wanted