Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (16 page)

Chapter Seven

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L
ogan waited impatiently for her to follow his orders.

Instead, she sat up and demanded, “What are you doing here?” She grabbed a nearby robe and dragged it against her.

The motion knocked off one of the alligator clamps. She winced, but didn’t attempt to remove the other one.
Smart girl.

“How did you find me?”

“I’m a goddamn detective.”

“If you think...” Jennifer trailed off.

He waited.

“That you can burst in here without calling or texting me—”

“I did. Several dozen times in the last twenty-four hours. I was starting to get worried about you. So was Noelle. Check your phone.”

Her gorgeous blue eyes went wide. He saw realization dawn. Since his numerous calls had gone straight to voice mail and she hadn’t responded to half a dozen text messages, she had probably turned it off. “Now do as I requested.”

“Ordered,” she countered.

He lifted a shoulder. “Semantics.” Her chest rose and fell in shallow bursts. In coming here, unexpected, uninvited, he knew he’d scared the shit out of her, yet he couldn’t bring himself to be overly concerned.

“Five days,” she said. “You could have called.”

He pulled out his phone with the shattered screen and tossed it on the bed next to her.

“Did you drop it?” she asked.

“Look again.” When she squinted at it, he said, “Turn it over.”

Her face drained of color. “It’s got a hole...”

“Yeah. It stopped a bullet.”

She put a hand on her throat. “Were you hurt?”

“Bruises. Nothing a couple of aspirin won’t take care of. We got the case wrapped up around five yesterday. The first fucking place I went was the cell phone store. Not the shower. Not my bed. Not to get a drink or food. To the phone store.” The idea of burying his dick deep in Jennifer’s wet pussy had kept him sane. The thought of flogging her had been a lifeline in the chaos. The memory of holding her while they talked had soothed the savageness of his emotions.

“That’s almost worse than getting shot,” she said, with a wry twist to her lips.

“Not by much.” He’d spent days working his ass off to get back to her, thought about her when he shouldn’t have, used the knowledge that he’d see her again as motivation to press through to the end of the case.

He crouched in front of her, being more real with her than he’d ever been with any woman. Jennifer deserved it. “You were the only thing I thought about. I’m a man of my word. If I say I will call, I will. Unless I can’t. I’ll prove it to you, and I’ll make it up to you.”

She stared at him as if trying to decide whether to trust him.

“Then you didn’t answer my texts or my calls. Around ten last night, I called Joe. He told me to give you time. So I called Noelle. She refused to give me any information. But she tried to call you. I went over there two hours ago, and she was getting as concerned as I was. She finally convinced Joe to give me your address. At that point, it didn’t matter. I was going to use all my connections to find you.” Logan softened the tone of his voice and took one of her hands. “I knocked on the door. Rang the bell.”

“I guess I did have the music a little loud.”

“You had a key under a fake rock. Only honest people think they fool anyone. No more keys in easy access,” he said. Seeing her there when he’d walked in, naked, back arched, moaning in tiny frustrated sounds as she sought a climax she couldn’t reach affected him in powerful ways. He wanted to be the only one to please her. For a man who’d spent years avoiding relationships, he was intensely attracted to this woman. “Then l saw you, trying to steal an orgasm that you promised me. Me, Jennifer. It’s mine to give, not yours to take.
Mine.
”

She shuddered.

“You promised you’d be patient.”

“You... I remembered the story about Helen.”

“That relationship was over,” he said. “We both knew it. She had the guts to end it before I did. But you... I asked you to wait.”

She exhaled, and the color of her eyes lightened as relief flooded in.

“Now. Don’t make me repeat my order.” He held out his hand again.

Her internal struggle didn’t last long. He knew she was as hot for him as he was for her. She could have thrown him out or used a safe word, but she hadn’t.

She picked up the vibrator and turned it off before placing it in his palm.

“Thank you,” he said as he stood.

Slowly she slipped from the bed, and the robe fell to the floor.

He stepped back to give her room. She looked at him for a few moments. Then she lowered her gaze to the floor as she knelt.

He saw her wince as the free clamp swung, pulling on the one still attached to her nipple. “I could take that off for you,” he said. “But I’m not going to. I want to see you suffer.”

“I have been.” She looked up at him. “When I thought you wouldn’t call.” Her voice was breathless, aching...killing him.

“Trust takes time,” he agreed, his voice more gruff than he meant it to be. “We can start by having you move into my place.”

“Ah—”

“You can keep this one until you have faith in the relationship. In me. In us. And that’s built over time. If that’s what you want.”

“I...” On her naked thighs, she turned up her palms in supplication. “I missed you.”

“Then let’s take that first step.”

“Yes. I’d like that, Sir.”

He was desperate for this woman and fighting his natural instinct to toss her on her back and fuck her ragged. “There’s a penance for trying to steal my orgasm.”

“Even though I waited five days?”

“Even though.”

She licked her upper lip.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Marshmallow,” she said.

“Unless you want to use it, drape yourself over the footboard.”

Jennifer didn’t hesitate for a moment.

When she started to stand, he said, “I’d prefer you crawl.”

Her breath caught, but she got on all fours. The chain attached to the 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.”

He saw her wrinkle her nose, but she 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 couple of scarves, which he used to tie her wrists to the wrought-iron knobs. “This bed may have to move to my house,” he said. “I think it’s meant as bondage equipment.”

“I might have had that in mind when I bought it,” she confessed.

“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.”

“How many days have you waited?”

“Five, 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 five 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 five 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, making her move. 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 you in place.”

“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.

She swayed back and forth, trying to get away. “You’ve only done one before.”

“Then this is a first.”

He worked himself in until he was buried up to his knuckles.

“So fucking 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 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 that, 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 two 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 sat on the floor before scooting backward.

“What are you doing?” Jennifer asked, moving back to accommodate him.

He cupped his hands on her thighs and felt her go rigid. “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 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!”

He heard jangling as the metal chain swayed, heard her desperate 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 could deny her nothing.

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.