Initiation (Master Class, #1) - Sierra Cartwright Page 0,20
back into position while he forced his finger all the way in up to the knuckle.
“Ow! Damn it. That’s uncomfortable.”
“Enough complaining,” he snapped. “Unless you want two fingers up there.”
“You wouldn’t!”
He placed a second finger at her entrance.
“Wait! One is fine. Thank you, Sir.”
“Much better. Now ask me to finger-fuck your ass.”
In response, she unintentionally clenched her buttocks.
“Jennifer,” he warned.
Defiance warred with desire.
“Jennifer…”
“Will you finger-fuck my ass, Sir?”
“Since you asked so nice, of course, little sub.”
But as he eased out, then back in, she was astounded by how turned on she was becoming.
“Keep trusting me,” he encouraged.
“Do I have a choice?”
“You know you do.”
She decided not to safe word out.
After half a dozen more leisurely strokes, he began to move faster and faster. Rationally she knew he only had one finger up there. It felt like so much more, igniting her nerve endings. “This—”
He reached beneath her and squeezed an already tender nipple.
She bucked, and he took advantage of that, shortening his strokes, relentlessly doing her.
“Logan…” She didn’t know what she was asking for. “Master.”
Before she could orgasm or even really sort out her physical responses, he stopped.
Her breaths were ragged, and her mind felt the same.
He grabbed an individually packaged alcohol swab from his bag and wiped his hand before saying, “Where was I?”
“What?” she demanded, incredulous, trying to turn over so she could glare at him.
Uncompromisingly, with a palm pressed against the middle of her back, he held her in place.
“Are you serious?” Her empty cunt throbbed. And her ass burned slightly, not from the fingering, but from the sudden lack of attention. She felt ready to crawl out of her mind.
“Oh, yes. Leaving you something to remember me by. How many stripes from my belt, Jennifer?”
“How many?” she repeated. “What?”
He rubbed her buttocks vigorously and squeezed her upper thighs.
“Give me a number. More than two. Fewer than ten.”
His commanding touch was enough to make her forget her protests.
“I’ll give you more for stalling.” He dug his fingers into her flesh.
“Four.” The word was more a gasp than anything.
“Four it is.”
Knowing what was coming terrified her and she tightened her muscles.
She was learning that this man rarely did what she expected.
Instead of feeling his belt, she was surprised when he stroked her butt cheeks, then delved between her thighs, compelling her to relax without ever uttering a word.
With a soft sigh, she gave herself over to his ministrations.
“That’s it,” he said.
She’d never before experienced this kind of attention from a man, and a secret part of her loved it.
The denied orgasm unfurled again, instantly making her wet and hungry.
Her body jerked when the leather connected with her right buttock. She held her breath for a couple of beats, waiting for the pain to radiate, but it didn’t. Instead, it was a localized, broad stripe.
She exhaled.
“That was one,” he told her.
Jennifer nodded. It hadn’t been nearly as bad as she’d expected.
He delivered the second on her left buttock, harder this time, making the pain dig deeper inside her.
“The last two will be a little more challenging.”
Could he have possibly known that those words were enough to make her determined to endure it without complaint?
The next stripe caught her across both buttocks, burning into her. She went rigid and her breath caught.
Instantly, he rubbed her with his palm, and the pain receded, leaving behind a hot wave of lust. “Fuck,” she whispered.
“Yeah. You understand.”
Suddenly she did.
When she’d seen the sexy BDSM movie, she’d been skeptical about a submissive’s ability to connect with a Dom through this kind of experience. Even when Noelle had assured her that it was indeed possible, Jennifer had still had doubts. But Logan erased them. It wasn’t just the physical act. It was mental, emotional, sexual. In this moment, nothing existed but Master Logan and her. He had hold of her, keeping her secure, comforting her even as he shoved her beyond all of her boundaries.
It was dizzying. Terrifying. Addictive.
“Ask me for the last one,” he said.
“Yes, yes, yes. Please, Sir. Yes.” More.
The final strike seared her. She screamed and dug her toes into the floor, trying to escape. He held her fast, making quick circular motions over her ass, helping to dissipate the pain.
Then he plunged his hand between her legs and inserted two fingers deep into her pussy.
“Come for me,” he urged.
A million neurons seemed to fire at the same time, and she couldn’t deny him anything.
She rocked back, wordlessly demanding he impale her deeper, and she ground herself against his hand.
“So gorgeous,” he