hospital bed. So much distance.
Until now.
What does this mean? Why is he suddenly being like this? Because of my pathetic attempts to seduce him yesterday?
Then again, maybe he’s as hard up as I am.
“I can feel your thoughts spinning a million miles an hour.” Logan looks down at me gravely. “It’s time for all that to stop.”
I squirm a little uneasily. “What’s gotten into you?” I’ve gotten used to the easy banter between us. But Logan’s not having any of it.
He leans over. He’s not wearing the mask over the ruined half of his face anymore, but he’s still every inch the Master. More than ever, maybe, because there’s no obstruction to his ice blue eyes blazing into mine.
“I am Logan. But I’m also your Master. And it’s time you remember that.”
I reach up to caress his face but he catches my wrist in a firm grasp and stretches it over my head.
My breath hitches when I feel a soft leather cuff circle my wrist and cinch tight. I look up at Logan, at Master, but apparently I’m not going to have any control in this session. Because the next thing I know, he’s coming at me with a sleeping mask. He settles it over my face, completely blocking out my vision.
“Relax,” he intones in a low, mesmerizing voice. “Your job is to keep every single muscle absolutely relaxed, no matter what I do to you. If you start to tense up, you’ll be punished. And I promise you won’t like my punishment.”
Goosebumps prickle all over my body. I don’t know about that, I’ve enjoyed his punishments in the past.
Within minutes, he has all four of my limbs tied down and with the distinctive noise of a scissor’s snip, the filmy fabric of my nightgown comes away from my skin. I can’t help gasping as my nipples pebble, not so much from the cold air as from his bold actions.
My stomach clenches and my toes curl in anticipation.
Master draws back. “What did I say about tensing your muscles?”
No, I wasn’t, I was just— But I know better than to speak my paltry excuses out loud.
Will he punish me now? My heart rate speeds up and my thighs clench together.
A light swat hits my thighs, a switch from a leather riding crop? But it’s nothing more than the barest stinging sensation before it’s gone, the merest promise of a touch.
And then the Master’s voice is in my ear. “The punishment will mean an automatic cooldown time period of five minutes every time you tense your muscles.”
An achingly soft, featherlight touch that might actually be a…feather traces down the center of my chest and then up and around my breast.
I give into the sensation and gasp, “Are involuntary shudders allowed?”
He leans in again, the hot air of his breath tingling the hairs fluttering near my ear. “We’ll take it on a case-by-case basis.”
How can he make me want to laugh and go supernova at the same time? Not fair not fair not f—
“Oooooohhh yes,” the pleasured moan comes from a place deep inside of me, “please gods do that thing again with your fingers.”
But his fingers are gone, as is the rest of him. Even his weight is gone from the bed.
I want to whine out my frustration. I didn’t mean to tense up. You try having the sexiest man of your dreams in bed with his hands all over you and not ‘tensing’ with excitement. Ha. Tense. I’ll show him tense.
I pull at the restraints on my wrists, but only lightly. I want as much energy as possible for whatever Logan has up his sleeve…whenever he actually gets to it.
But the next touch on my skin isn’t a feather and it isn’t a crop.
It’s Logan’s hands. I melt under his touch.
“Shhh,” he says in his low, haunting voice. “No more play. You’re mine and tonight we’re both going to remember it.”
He pulls the mask off my face and I’m met with his startling blue eyes, right as his hands come up to cup my face. But it’s not like usual. He isn’t holding my face so that he can lean in and kiss me.
No, it’s like he’s a blind man, trying to learn my face for the first time. His thumbs explore my nose, the shape of my eyebrow, the slope of my top lip, and then my bottom one. When I gasp, expecting him to slide his thumb inside my mouth, he only skirts along the open seam before dancing