“All you have to do is say that you need me to give it to you.”
Shock ricocheted through her. It was true, but admitting that to him gave him so much power over her. “I already said that I need to come.”
He shook his head. “That’s only half of the admission. Give me the rest.”
Logan was going to make her surrender both body and mind—to him. She wanted to despise him for it, but she needed him too damn badly. His Cheshire cat smile said that he knew it.
“Fine. I—I need you to give it to me.”
“Not good enough. Be specific. Address me properly.”
Having him this near was an aphrodisiac, not to mention the hypnotic rhythm of his thumb over her responsive flesh. With every pass, every bit of friction he bestowed on the little bud, it swelled more, poked out from its hood, exposing the delicate, sensitive organ beneath. Tara gasped as he unraveled her. She ached to reach out and touch him. Since she couldn’t, she dug her nails into her palms. Her thighs clenched.
He started to back away again.
“Don’t!” she protested. “I need to come. I need you to make me come, Logan. Please.”
“You still owe me another thirteen spankings on that pretty bare ass for yesterday’s transgressions, but for your sweet request just now, I’ll grant your wish—with one condition: No holding back your screams.”
She gave him a feverish nod, willing to say or do almost anything for Logan.
If she wanted to know if he could ease the constant ache of her body, then she had to be woman enough to accept everything he gave her. Overcoming her apprehension and learning to give over control would be imperative to succeed on this the case, too.
His blue eyes darkened to something like midnight. Then he smiled—and leaned in.
The moment his mouth opened over her pu**y and his tongue slid through her juices, her breath caught. God, it was like he hadn’t paused at all. Her desire was still pooled right on the edge, just waiting for that last shove over.
Logan moaned, and the vibrations made her clit tighten, tremble. If she’d had her hands free, Tara would have loved to plunge her fingers into that short hair and push his face deeper into her. But as he nibbled gently, then sucked her clit into his mouth, she moaned in return. Somehow, being manacled so that she couldn’t direct what Logan did was the most freeing thing of all. She had no responsibility. And she had no choice but to stay and take the pleasure he gave her.
“You’re so sweet, Cherry,” he whispered against her pu**y, then shoved his fingers into the hot well of her sex.
It took him less than two seconds to find a spot that made her gasp with a sharp pleasure, so unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
“Y-Yes,” Tara sputtered. “Oh my God . . .”
“Never had your G-spot stimulated?”
Never. “Not like that,” she hedged.
“Hmm. I love being your first at so many things.”
Before she could process his words, he brushed his fingertips over that nerve-laden spot again and circled his tongue over her clit. Friction sparked fire all through her body.
“You’re ready now. Come for me, Cherry.”
With those magic words, Tara came apart in an instant, every nerve in her body escalating to a shattering crescendo unlike anything she’d ever felt. As promised, she screamed. And screamed. He didn’t relent until he’d wrung every spasm, shiver, and moan out of her.
The violent sensations raged through her body in a seemingly endless blast until the tension finally left her. As she sagged against the manacles, anger seeped out. Bravado buckled under the strain. He’d stripped away her ability to put on a front, leaving behind a terrible sense of naked vulnerability.
Logan pulled away from her pu**y, licking his lips. He placed a reverent kiss on her lower abdomen, still twitching with aftershocks. With soft fingers, he petted her mound, kissing his way up her body. “Gorgeous. You did well, Cherry.”
When he stood, she didn’t know where to look. The floor? The bed across the room? Not at him. She feared begging for more. So she closed her eyes, but a terrible sense of exposure hit her. Tears leaked out. Her chest bucked with a sob. God, the release he’d given her had scrubbed her psyche cleaner than steel wool. She felt new and raw.
Tara sucked in a ragged breath, tried to bottle up her haywire emotions.
Logan wasn’t having any of that. Quickly, he released her manacles. Her rubbery legs wouldn’t support her weight, and she crashed into his arms. He caught her and carried her to the bed. Once he laid them down, he rolled to his back, draping her on top, soothing her with his body and a rhythmic caress up and down her spine.
“Let it out,” he encouraged.