Initiation (Master Class, #1) - Sierra Cartwright Page 0,41
a moment as the words resonated.
Then she totally relaxed. “Yes…”
Even as he tormented her delicious little ass, he picked up the bullet. He flicked off the nubby top, exposing three tiny metal nubs. On his next thrust, he entered her pussy with it, simultaneously filling both of her holes.
He fucked her until she came, hard. “That’s three.”
“I’ll never complain again,” she vowed. “Even if you go away for a long, long time without calling or texting. Or writing. Or sending a telegram.”
He kissed the side of her neck. “Nice try, sub.”
“Couldn’t you just beat me or something? Flogger? Paddle? That evil belt?”
“Orgasms,” he said. “You owe me three more.”
“But…”
“Not done with you yet.” When she didn’t respond, he said, “I didn’t hear you.”
“Anything you say, Sir.”
He went into the bathroom to wash up. When he returned, Jennifer’s body was dotted with perspiration, and she looked so gorgeous, spread, bound, bent over, helpless.
With a damp washcloth that he’d brought back with him, he cleaned off the excess lube. Then he released her wrists before sitting on the floor and resting his back against the footboard near her.
“What are you doing?” Jennifer asked.
“Come here. Put your cunt on my face and fuck it,” he ordered.
She sucked in a breath before slowly saying, “That’s outside my comfort zone.”
“This is about what I want, little sub. Do it.”
“I…”
He waited. She was so fucking hot, and the scent of her musk made his cock ache.
“You’re impossible, Sir.”
“And you’re going to get the insides of your thighs pinched unless you do as you’re told.”
After a few seconds, she moved over him and bent her knees slightly.
“More.” When she didn’t immediately respond, he carried out his threat and pinched her hard.
She yelped, and her body instinctively swayed forward to escape the pain.
Then she was on his face, and his tongue was inside her. Her sounds of protest yielded to moans of pleasure.
With his hands on her, he forced her to move until she was humping his face and he was licking her hot pussy. “That’s it.”
“Sir, Sir, Sir!”
The metal chain jangled as it swayed, and she drew in desperate, labored breaths.
He pulled her down even harder, unbalancing her. But he was there for her, demanding she give him what he wanted, even if her cunt was getting tender.
With his tongue, Logan traced an infinity knot on her clit.
She gyrated and thrashed.
“Give it to me.”
Screaming a protest, she came, her essence all over his face.
He stayed where he was, supporting her weight while she regained control of her body.
“Sir…” she began when he stood.
“Hmm?”
“If I promised I’ve learned my lesson…” She turned her head to the side, seeking his gaze. “Will you please fuck me?”
With her lips parted, her blue eyes glazed with desire, he ached to give her everything she desired.
Logan rubbed her body, starting with her arms. He checked the circulation in her wrists, massaged her shoulders, made certain her legs weren’t cramping. “This time, I’m taking you from behind.”
“Just take me. I need your cock.”
He pulled out a condom from his wallet then stripped slowly, aware of her watching his every move. He rolled on the condom then stroked his shaft a few times as she silently stared.
“I forgot how big it was,” she said, slightly breathless.
“It’ll fit. I promise.” He brushed that stubborn lock of her hair back from her face. “Tell me what you want. Be specific.”
“Your cock filling me, Sir. Master Logan.”
Anything she wanted. Anytime.
He moved behind her.
Since she was so much shorter than him, he had to bend his knees while she lifted herself onto her tiptoes.
He guided his cockhead to her pussy, then slowly stroked himself in. “I waited,” he told her. “Since I asked you not to come, I chose not to as well.”
She tried to angle herself so she could look at him, then gave an annoyed hiss when he and the bondage held her tight. “Are you serious?”
“I am.” As her body accommodated him, he made his thrusts longer and slower, pinning her with his hips. “This—you are worth any wait.”
“Damn.”
He had no idea whether she was referring to the sex or the fact he’d denied himself. “Come when you’re ready,” he told her. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hold off. Last night after he’d arrived home, adrenaline had still thrummed inside him, keeping him awake. It wasn’t simply the remnants of the case, but the fact he’d been unable to reach her. Jerking off would have helped him unwind and get to