alligator clamp swung back and forth as she moved. From her wince, he knew it was shooting sparks of pain through her.
She reached for it, but he snapped, “Leave it.”
Wrinkling her nose, Jennifer continued past him and got herself into position.
“Stretch your arms as wide as you can,” he instructed.
He went into her closet and found a number of long scarves. After tying them together, he secured each of her wrists to the wrought-iron headboard. “This bed is perfect. I think it’s meant as bondage equipment.”
“Everything is to you,” she said, perhaps remembering the coffee table at Joe and Noelle’s house.
“Kiss me,” he told her.
She pulled up as much as possible and turned her head toward him.
That was all he needed. He framed her face with his palms and held her firmly. “I’ll teach you not to doubt me.” Then he kissed her hard, deep, with promise and commitment. “And I’ll start by letting you know I’m serious when I give you a command.”
“I understand.”
“Tell me again how many days have you waited?”
“Five, Sir.”
“Five?”
“Six. Six, Sir.”
He lowered one hand and squeezed the breast that still had the alligator attached.
She cried out, and he silenced her with a kiss that stole her breath and made her grind the balls of her feet into the floor.
He left her for a second, only long enough to grab the loose clamp and affix it to her neglected nipple.
“Sir!”
“You’re going to come six times before I fuck you, Jennifer.”
“Can we please get on with it, Sir?”
“Impatient?”
“The clamps are driving me batty.”
“Yeah. I can smell your heat.” Heady stuff, submissive female arousal.
He slid his hand between her legs and rubbed her cunt. The harder she pulled on the restraints, the tighter they got.
She started to breathe faster, and he reached for the vibrator. He turned it on and smiled when he realized the small bullet had a surprising amount of power.
“Sir…” Her eyes were wide as he moved closer.
Then he touched it to her clit.
She screamed and arched her back. “Stop, stop, stop!”
“Stop isn’t a safe word,” he reminded her, slapping her left ass cheek with hard openhanded swats.
“I’m going to come,” she warned, promised.
He pressed the nubs tighter against her and told her, “Yes.”
She called his name as she shattered, collapsing over the metal. But the moment her breasts touched the mattress, she pulled up again.
“This is unbearable,” she said, her voice containing a pitiful wail.
“We haven’t even started,” he promised.
Logan removed his belt and gave her six strokes—not as hard as the ones he planned to deliver after she was properly warmed up—all aimed at that tender spot at the tops of her thighs.
She squirmed and cried, and her tears were sexy and real.
“You’re gorgeous,” he told her. And he reaffirmed, “Mine.”
“Fucking prove it,” she said.
He knew it was a plea and that she wasn’t simply goading him. “I intend to.” He finger-fucked her hot cunt until she was dripping. “Ask me to touch your G-spot.”
“I might die if you don’t,” she said.
“You’ll only think you will.” He found the right place and gently touched it.
She whimpered. “More,” she begged when he remained still.
“I told you to ask. Be specific.”
“Please touch my G-spot, Master Logan.”
God, he liked the way that term sounded. He moved his free hand to her ass and dug in his fingers. Then he pressed her G-spot harder, keeping firm pressure until she clenched around him.
“May I come, Sir?”
“Yes,” he whispered, enjoying the sound of her crying out.
“How many was that?” he asked when she was able to drag in a couple breaths of air.
“Two,” she whispered. “Feels like a hundred.”
“Do you have lube?”
It took her long seconds to answer. “In the bathroom,” she said eventually. “Under the sink.”
He left her where she was, and when he returned, he placed his feet inside her ankles and forced her legs farther apart. “Stay like that or I’ll tie your ankles, as well.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He poured a liberal dose of lube on her, letting it run down her, over her anus. Then he scooped up some with two fingers and pushed into her.
“That’s too much.”
“Is it?” he asked, unconcerned. “You’ve done it before.”
Even he hadn’t recalled her feeling this tight.
She swayed back and forth, trying to get away.
He worked himself in until he was buried up to his knuckles.
“It’s…” She bit her lip. “I’m so full.”
Logan parted his fingers slightly, then began to ream her, uttering words of comfort. “Take it for me. Stop thinking about yourself and think about your Dom.”
She froze for