Finally, he crouched behind her and slid the egg into her soaking cunt. She tightened around it, bracing. Without a doubt, what he planned was going to be a trial for her.
Logan flipped the egg on.
Callie gasped. Clenching her fists, she wiggled her ass, trying to get enough friction for orgasm, but he’d tied her to a spreader bar, ensuring she couldn’t manage to rub anything together between her legs. And when she realized that, she wailed.
“Quiet. Take your punishment. You haven’t earned an orgasm. You’re not getting one for a long while.”
She endured. Not in total silence—that wasn’t her style. She cursed below her breath and alternately bit her lip. Logan watched her skin flush even more, her breathing hitch repeatedly, as need filled her. He smoothed his hand over her back, feeling her tremble, feeling her give in.
And finally, he felt.
Logan closed his eyes and inhaled, soaking in her uncertainty, her tumult, her quivering need. He savored her ragged breaths, tense mewls, and the pungent scent of her arousal. When he had a woman under his control and he stripped her down to her soul, exposing her most elemental self, then he could finally feel more than duty, anger, and nagging emptiness.
His own arousal multiplied. Blood rushed to his cock, hardening him until the sensation was nearly painful. It was perfect.
Well, as perfect as it got anymore.
“Sir!” The sub’s keening cry penetrated his haze, jacking him up even more.
He opened his eyes, slid in front of her until he fused their gazes together. Fuck, her wild, fully dilated eyes, red cheeks, and heaving breaths told him that she was close not just to orgasm, but to her breaking point.
“Callie . . .” he warned, dialing back the egg’s remote control to let her cool down. “No coming.”
This time, she winced, but didn’t complain.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Her breathing hitched, and her head bowed completely. “How can I please you?”
He smiled. Finally . . . some measure of surrender.
“May I offer you my mouth?” Her voice shook. “My pu**y? My ass?”
Technically, it was the right thing to say, but her offer left him cold. “No.”
“I want to please you.”
One look at the sub’s flushed face told Logan that, for once, she actually meant it. He softened. “Watching you, looking so feminine and submissive, so very close to orgasm, is pleasing me. I’m going to ask you to please me like that for a bit longer.”
“Yes.” Her breath caught. “S-Sir.”
Dropping to his knee beside her, Logan wrapped his arm around her waist, pressed his cheek to her back, then put his free hand over her pu**y. “I like you on edge, trembling with the bite of pain I’ve given you, and the swell of need that only grows. Give me more. That is how you please me.”
Every inch of her skin was flushed rosy. In his head, Logan knew he’d kept her near orgasm for perhaps longer than she could comfortably bear. A part of him whispered that he should throw caution to the wind and enjoy her delicious turmoil for just a few minutes more. God knew she’d earned a little sensual torture for her defiance.
But a sub’s responsibility was to please whoever topped her. Still basking in the overspill of her emotion, Logan couldn’t deny that he was, in fact, pleased. And she’d even curbed her sass—at least for the moment.
A Dom’s role was to give the sub what she needed. Callie needed to come.
Rising to his feet, he made for the door, then pressed the security code. Instantly, the portal clicked open and his pal Xander, whom he’d dubbed his one man cleanup crew, prowled inside. “She ready?”
Logan glanced at the sub. “Just about. Give me thirty seconds.”
He turned back and dropped to his knees beside Callie, whispering in her ear, “Are you ready to be f**ked? Think carefully about your answer.”
When he’d asked this question a few hours ago, she’d replied flippantly, as if she’d been entitled to pleasure. He’d untied her, left her alone in his dungeon while he’d found lunch—let her body cool completely before he’d started arousing her again.
Now, Callie averted her eyes respectfully. “If it pleases you, Sir, I offer myself for your pleasure.”
Xander snorted. Logan shot him a quelling glare. Maybe he should take the sub up on that. Maybe it would be all right. Though it would probably be like always. Afterward, he’d only feel crushingly empty and aware of all the f**king mistakes that had led to this shitty, hollow sex life.