Initiation (Master Class, #1) - Sierra Cartwright Page 0,22
to deny. Until much, much later. For now, he wanted to care for the submissive who’d offered so much.
When she began to squirm, he set her down on the floor and reached for a towel from the rack. She held out a hand to take it, but he shook his head. “I’ll finish what I started.”
“That’s not…”
“It is necessary,” he countered. He raised an eyebrow and waited.
“Yes, Master Logan,” she finished.
Damn. Her use of the honorific pleased him. She pleased him.
Jennifer remained still, only a few inches from him, while he dried her neck and shoulders. Then he continued down her front, over her chest. He paid extra attention to her breasts, then abraded her nipples with the nubby cotton.
She sucked in a sharp breath, but she didn’t protest.
“I like you being sore for me.” It meant she’d think about him even after their time ended.
He rubbed the towel over the soft swell of her belly before crouching to pat her pussy dry.
“Oh, that’s…”
He licked her.
Her legs shook. She grabbed his head and held him tight. He circled her clit with his tongue. She moaned. Already craving more, she tilted her hips toward him.
“Insatiable sub,” he said. He gave her another few, teasing licks before pulling back.
She moaned in protest.
“Orgasms are mine to give or withhold.”
“But…” She’d never had a man who left her so hot yet unfulfilled.
Ignoring her, he continued to dry her thighs and shins. “Turn around.”
This time, he started with her calves and moved up, pausing when he reached her buttocks. “I like your marks.” Now she had some from his belt as well as the flogging. “Satisfying. Very satisfying.” They’d fade by morning, but he appreciated them now.
He finished with her nape, and he pressed his index finger to the pulse speeding in her throat. “Let’s get you to bed.”
“Uhm…”
He raised his eyebrows.
“Are you sleeping with me?” she asked.
“It’s your choice.”
She licked her lower lip then glanced at the floor.
“I’d like to,” he added.
“Me too.”
He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he’d protectively curled his body around that of a willing submissive. Or, more, how long it had been since he’d wanted to.
The idea of waking up with her in his arms appealed to him in a dozen different ways.
In the bedroom, he pulled off the extraneous pillows, then tossed the fluffy, overstuffed comforter onto a chair. “Come here.” He turned back the sheet.
Jennifer obediently crawled onto the mattress. Then he joined her.
A burst of wind shook the window, and she shivered.
“Come here.” He rolled onto his side and tugged her against him.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
He grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around them then brushed back that tantalizing stray lock of hair from her forehead. “Get some rest,” he told her. “You’ll need it.”
She splayed a hand on his chest. Seconds later, he suspected she might already have fallen asleep.
He stared straight ahead. With a jolt, he recognized that he wasn’t just thinking about the past. He was thinking about the future, something he’d rarely allowed himself the luxury of.
* * * *
The cold woke her.
Instinctively, she reached toward the middle of the bed but realized she was alone.
Disoriented, she sat up.
It took her a moment to remember she was at Joe and Noelle’s house. Logan had been holding her when she’d fallen asleep. No, not Logan. Master Logan.
Memories flooded her, and her pussy throbbed with need despite how tender she was.
Outside, night was starting to lose its grip, and the sky was a milky, cloudy gray. She wondered what time it was.
She waited a few minutes, and when he didn’t return to the bed, she grabbed the sheet, secured it around her upper body, and went to find him.
Logan was sitting on the couch, fully dressed in his jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and his boots. The cupcakes were nowhere in sight, and the entire kitchen had been cleaned up. She wondered how long he’d been awake or if he’d gotten back up after she’d gone to sleep. He had a cup of coffee in hand and was staring into the blazing fireplace.
The fact that she was wearing only a sheet left her vulnerable and uncertain. Even though she had moved silently and stood there motionless, he turned his head in her direction.
His features were set, jaw tight. He looked intense, brooding…and he stole her breath.
“Are you always on guard?” she asked.
“Occupational hazard,” he replied.
“Complicated man.”
“No. Very simple, actually. Awareness keeps you alive.”
She shook her head. “You scare me a little.”
“I scare myself.”