breasts, massaging them, but that didn’t completely ameliorate the sharp pinpricks jabbing at her nipples.
The sensations were overloading her, fuzzing out her brain, like when too many people were talking, and their voices all blended together into an indecipherable cacophony.
Ecstasy.
Agony.
The cock dragging out of her pussy, then shoving back in, filling her to the brim.
The low throbbing of the plug in her ass as her muscles clenched around it.
The sharp bite of pain, making her nipples ache.
The warm hands massaging her breasts, pulling on them.
Tears slid down her cheeks, her body bucking under Logan’s weight. It was somehow too much and not enough. Another orgasm hovered just out of reach, coming closer every time his cock buried inside her again, then pushed away with every throb of her tormented nipples.
“Please,” she begged again, not knowing exactly what she was begging for. “Please!”
Fingers pinched her nipples, and she screamed, her pussy convulsing, ass clenching so tightly around the plug, it added another dash of pain to the mix pulsing through her.
Logan thrust hard, his fingers and hands sliding back to her hips as he began to fuck her roughly again. His body slammed against hers, jolting the plug with every stroke, his balls slapping against her clit, and leaving her throbbing and aching. Her fingers and toes curled, but she couldn’t move more than that.
She had become a vessel for pain and pleasure, unable to do anything but wait for Logan to have his fill, and that knowledge, that helplessness sent her soaring. Months’ worth of repressed need spilled out, devastating her senses and sending her flying as another wave of orgasm engulfed her.
By the time Logan finally groaned, emptying himself inside her, she felt as if she’d been hollowed out and put back together again. When he asked how she was, she smiled at him, but everything felt floaty and dreamlike.
Strong arms wrapped around her and she snuggled in, safe and warm, and oh so satisfied.
Chapter Ten
Logan
Thankful for the assistance of the dungeon monitors, Logan settled down on one of the aftercare couches with Felicity on his lap. The scene had been intense, but he was pretty sure it had been even more so for her than him. If she hadn’t hit subspace, she’d been pretty close, which was surprising for a basic scene. Or maybe not surprising; maybe it was just another indicator of how long it had been since they’d scened and how much she’d needed it.
He had needed it, too.
He felt satisfied in a way that he hadn’t for a very long time. No, that wasn’t quite the right word. Satiated. He felt satiated. A feeling that was more than physical. Tonight’s scene had fed a need, a hunger, which had been ignored for far too long.
Felicity sighed in his arms, snuggling in closer, and Logan closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her on his lap. The blanket he’d been given to wrap her in was soft and warm and felt good against his chest. Not as good as Felicity, though. There was a sense of déjà vu, of all the times he’d held her just like this after a scene.
“Water?” The deep, gravelly, and faintly familiar voice made him open his eyes, pulling him away from the past and back to the present. A bottle of water was the first thing he saw, right in front of his face, before he looked up to meet Gavin Craig’s gaze. Logan’s lips quirked.
“Thank you,” he said, shifting Felicity slightly, so he could reach up and take it. “Didn’t expect personal service from the Dungeon Master himself.”
Gavin snorted, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he sat down in the armchair next to the couch. Still bare-chested and wearing his kilt, he seemed as perfectly at home lounging as he had behind the bar or flogging a submissive. His air of complete and total confidence and self-assurance was one Logan admired.
“Whenever we have visitors, I keep an eye on things,” Gavin admitted without apology. “I like to know who I have in my club.”
“Makes sense.” Thinking back to Stronghold, the first BDSM club Logan had gone to, he knew the owner there had been the same way. Probably still was.
“You’re here for the weekend?”
“Yeah.” Logan stroked Felicity’s hair. She was still completely out of it. He doubted she even realized he was having a conversation with someone else. “We’ll be back tomorrow night.”
“If you need anything special, let me know. We usually only do special setups for members, but