ass is mine tonight. I always keep my promises. My cock is going up there, balls deep.”
She flushed scarlet, even though she no longer thought that was possible.
He wrapped her in the blanket she’d used earlier and told her to have a seat while he put away the leftovers and loaded their plates in the dishwasher.
A fire blazing, a sexy man thoroughly dominating and caring for her. “I really could get used to this.” She took a sip of her wine and looked at the raging storm.
“You will,” he agreed.
She glanced over her shoulder at him and watched as he walked toward her carrying his unfinished beer.
“You’re able to sit,” he mused.
“Not comfortably.”
“Good. Otherwise I’d be afraid I wasn’t doing my job properly.”
Involuntarily she tightened her ass cheeks. How did he arouse her so completely and keep her there?
And it was beyond hot that she actually was sore.
He settled in next to her then pulled her against him.
She snuggled into his chest, drank from his warmth and pure masculine strength, enjoyed his company.
He turned the television on, and they laughed over an old James Bond movie villain.
When the credits began to roll, he muted the sound.
She scooted away from him and turned to face him. “I’m curious. Were you serious about needing a CPA?”
“Yeah. Someone I can trust. You interested?”
“I might be. Yes. But I meant it when I said I’m expensive.”
“I only ever want the best.”
And the rest…? She couldn’t believe that this was turning out to be so much more than she’d expected. Amazing sex. A potential client. “What about the trying a relationship part?”
His eyebrows settled into a firm, implacable line, and his jaw was tight. Something dark, just this side of anger, haunted his eyes. “I don’t joke, Jennifer.”
“I need my space. I have a house to remodel, tax season is approaching, and I want to pursue starting my own firm.”
“And at times you’ll do it all with a plug up your ass.”
She shivered as she looked at him. Logan Powell was so freaking sexy and dominant that he stole her breath.
“And watching you use an air sprayer while you’re naked will be hot as hell.”
“Now you’re joking.” She regarded him.
“Am I? You said no coveralls, so nude is the next best thing.”
* * * *
After the sky had darkened completely and the snow no longer drove against the windows as relentlessly, they ate a few leftovers, and Jennifer devoured one of the cupcakes.
“You can take a dozen of them home.”
“You think they’ll last that long?” she asked, using her finger to swipe some remaining frosting from the ruffled paper cup.
He watched as she licked it from her finger.
“What?” She blinked a few times, pretending innocence.
“I think you know.”
“I was hoping so.”
“Move it,” he said.
Logan retrieved his bag then indicated they should head down the stairs to the basement.
This time, Jennifer had left embarrassment behind when she’d shrugged off the blanket and placed it on the back of the couch.
“Confidence looks sexy on you,” he told her when she sank to her knees near the bench.
“Thank you, Sir.” Remembering the way another sub had behaved at the last play party, she put her hands behind her neck.
“Very nice.”
Jennifer was stunned by how far she’d come, how quickly. A few scenes, where he’d demolished her inhibitions, had seemingly freed her.
He pulled out the blindfold, the clamps and a paddle. The sight of the implements in his big hands made her wet.
“The cross,” he said. “Facing it.”
Without hesitation, but not as much grace as she wished she had, she rose and got into position.
After he’d secured the cuffs, she tested her bonds. She’d managed to pull free of the ones Master Simon had used. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit she took comfort from these. She could move, tug, yank, but she was safe and secure.
“They’re mine,” he said as if reading her thoughts. “And you are, too.”
“Yes, Sir.” The words rolled so easily, naturally.
He moved in front of her, and she saw he held the blindfold.
“For this scene, I don’t want you to know what’s coming.”
That took more trust. She gave it.
“You amaze me. Delight me.”
“Same for me, Master Logan.”
“I love the way it sounds on your lips.” His touch was gentle but firm as he covered her eyes and ensured the elastic band was placed properly.
Next he set the clamps. She gasped at the shocking bite of pain. Her nipples were still tender.
“When you’re at work on Monday, you’ll be thinking of me.”
She would