need.” He kissed me again and by the end of that kiss, I’d climbed out of my chair to get closer to him, and he’d pulled me into his lap before sucking on my tongue. I seemed to spend a lot of time sitting in his lap. Not that I was complaining. We never did get around to finishing that conversation, but he’d made it clear he didn’t need my input.
That night I lost count of how many times we had sex. I remember we did it on the sofa that evening, watching TV once when I was restrained with his leather cuffs and then later in bed, when he didn’t tie me but ordered me not to move. Every time I did, he spanked my ass. We did it again in the shower and then he even made me sleep with the plug in my ass, so I’d be ready for him again in the morning. It was not a comfortable night. He made up for it the next morning, though. All that non-stop sex was wonderful, but a little tiring. He wasn’t harsh with me, but I got more than my share of spankings, and you know that old saying your parents used on you when you were a kid—the one that goes “this hurts me more than it does you?”
Yeah, not true for Doms. I knew Logan was a sadist so he found my pain and discomfort delicious. He loved it when I was wearing his handprints on my ass or a plug was shoved up inside me.
I have to admit, I loved it too, and a good thing, because I wore them both frequently.
The next weekend at the club, he gave me another good flogging and fucked me afterward, but this was another one for “fun,” and not punishment. He told me I’d been good, as a matter of fact. Then the evening followed much the same pattern as the one before, with him taking me to a table, where I sat beside him, but he fed me from his plate. It was nice. More than nice, but I had a sense there was something missing for him. Even for me. We did the same thing over and over, and he didn’t try to do anything new with me. I realized I had put a few restrictions in our contract, but they were mostly soft limits, and I thought he was supposed to push me on those a little. So far, that hadn’t happened.
Once during the evening, there was a demo on caning techniques, and I saw him watching intently. When the Dom doing the demo used a thick cane on his sub, Logan got an erection, and I felt almost sick with jealousy. The sub was gorgeous too, and I saw the way Logan looked at him.
It wasn’t until the next weekend that I felt my world begin to crumble a little around the edges, though. I was late getting home from work because Mr. Harrington had a late client. I was happy to do it, but it meant I was missing a Friday night at the club, when Logan was scheduled to do one of his demonstrations. He had told me he was using his demo partner Cody, and I was fine with it. I had met Tony, Cody’s Dom, as a matter of fact.
I had told Logan I was going to go straight home after work, because it had been a long week, and I just wanted to rest and put my feet up. But once I was on the way home, I began steering the car toward Jackhammer after all. Before I went in, I took off my suit jacket and my tie, and I used my new club card that Logan got for me to go inside. I stopped by the locker first to get my collar. I still just had a temporary collar, but he’d told me to wear it whenever I was in the club. After putting it on, I wandered out to see if I could find him or anyone else I knew.
I knew Tori wouldn’t be there because her parents had come for a visit, and she told me the whole family was going out to eat. I glanced around the tables and didn’t see anyone I knew, including Logan. I figured he must be in back getting ready for his demonstration or maybe doing aftercare. I wasn’t exactly sure when he had gone on. If I