Control: Dangerous Desire (Contemporary Submissive Romance)

As he
approached her, Nicole licked her lips with anticipation. Logan was the sexiest
man she'd ever had the pleasure of laying her eyes on. Soon that would be true
of her hands, lips, and body, too. The wait was killing her. Her clit throbbed
with need and her pussy was so wet from his recent attention to it that she
felt her juices running down her thighs.

           
Logan
stopped at the foot of the bed. "Can I spank you?" he asked.

           
Nicole
shook her head and giggled—a direct result of too much alcohol consumption
at the club where she'd met Logan just a few hours before. "Are you
serious?" She looked up at him and was sobered by the intense longing in
his eyes. "Oh," she said. "You mean like with your hand?"

           
He
smiled. "Yeah, with my hand. I want to spank that little ass of yours
until it blushes like your face is right now."

           
She
put one hand on her cheek and felt the warmth radiating from it. Talk about
embarrassing. As far as sex went, Nicole was one hundred percent vanilla. She'd
never been spanked before. The idea was exciting, but she was scared. What if
she didn't like it? Or what if it hurt so much she cried? Would he stop if she
asked him to" "Uh…" She cleared her throat and licked her dry
lips. "I've never…"

           
Logan
smiled again. "I'll be gentle for your first time."

           
With
a hungry look in his eyes and a smile like the devil, Nicole doubted that he'd
be gentle. Oh, who the hell cares? she thought. "Okay."

           
"Yeah?"
He cocked a brow as if he didn't believe her.

           
"Yeah,"
she confirmed as her heart rate tripled and her breath caught in her throat.

           
"Get
on your hands and knees."

           
She
did as she was instructed.
Good grief,
what did I just get myself into?
Logan got on the bed and knelt behind her.
He smoothed his hand down over her ass and she tensed, expecting him to smack
her. But he didn't. She didn't know what was worse: knowing it was coming or
not knowing when it would come?

           
"If
it gets to be too much I want you to say 'rose garden' okay?" he said,
still caressing her ass cheeks.

           
Nicole
looked over her shoulder at him. "Rose garden?" Was that a joke?

           
"Yes,
rose garden," he repeated. "It's a safe word, Nicole. You say that
and everything stops immediately."

           
"Okay."
She nodded feeling foolish for not realizing what he had meant. Even though
she'd met Logan at a BDSM club, she'd told him she'd never done anything like
that before and wasn't looking to start. Yet, here she was on all fours, ass in
the air, waiting for her spanking. What was worse, she was actually looking
forward to it. There was no real fear in her veins, just a lot of anticipation.

           
"Good."
Logan was positioned directly behind her, his knees keeping her legs spread in
a surprisingly comfortable distance. Maybe this won't be so bad, she thought.
Both of his hands were on her ass, fondling, kneading, caressing. It felt good.
"You have such a nice little ass," he said.

           
"Thank
y—" Her words were cut off and replaced with a scream as Logan's
hand made contact with her bare ass, the sound of the hit reverberated around
the room. Her whole body tensed. Tears stung her eyes. Holy shit that fucking
hurt! If that was being gentle she shuddered to think what it would be like if
he wasn't going easy.

           
He
resumed caressing her, smoothing his hand softly over the spot he’d just
spanked. "Don't tense, Nicole. That'll only make it hurt more. Just
relax."

           
His
voice was low and soothing and it made Nicole feel safe, as if he'd never hurt
her. "A little bit of warning next time would be nice."

           
Behind
her, Logan chuckled. "That takes all the fun out of it."

He
trailed his finger down her crack and around to her pussy, his fingertips
gliding easily up the length of her wet folds. He stopped on her clit, rubbing
it for a moment in the most sensual way that had Nicole moaning and pushing
against him to get more, only to have him withdraw his hand. She groaned and
then screamed again when he smacked her other cheek. "Ah!" It was
unexpected, but didn't hurt as much as the first one had. In fact, it felt
pretty damn good.

"You
like that, don't you?" He leaned over her so that his body was covering
hers. His mouth was near her ear, his breath hot against her sweaty flesh.

"Yes,"
she said breathlessly.

Logan
nipped at her earlobe before straightening and giving her ass two hard whacks.
Her screams turned to gasps of approval. "So pretty," he crooned,
once again stroking her cheeks and teasing her clit. "So pink and
soft."

"Oh,
god," she moaned.

"Feel
how hard it makes me?" He pressed the head of his cock against the opening
of her pussy and slowly pushed into her.

She
clutched the blankets, bunching them between her fingers and squeezed her eyes
shut as Logan buried himself all the way inside of her. He was so big she swore
she was going to pass out from the amount of stretching her body had to do to
accommodate him.

"Fuck,
Nicole, you've got such a tight pussy." His hands were on her hips,
holding her still as he thrust in and out.

"Oh
my god, Logan." It was a half moan half whimper. The combination of his
erotic words, his grunts of pleasure, and the tingling in her ass that were a
reminder of her recent spanking swirled around her until she didn't know what
was real and what was a figment of her imagination. She just couldn't believe
this was happening. It wasn’t like her to have sex with a man she'd just met.
Nor did she get off on the kinky stuff. At least she never used to anyway.

Logan
brought his hand back and cracked her across the ass. She screamed from the
unexpected pain of it. Her body reacted instantly, bucking against him, driving
her back hard on his cock. "Yeah, that's it," he said increasing the
speed and intensity of his thrusts. "I want to feel you come for me,
Nicole."

"Yes!"
It was like he'd flipped a switch or something. Her body responded to him, to
his voice and his commands. She tensed and then relaxed as she succumbed to her
orgasm, writhing and moaning through it until she was positive she'd collapse.
But Logan held on to her, pumping and pushing her toward another cliff.

"Holy
shit," he said through clenched teeth. "So fucking good, god,
yeah." And then he suddenly pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty
and alone.

Nicole
dropped her head to the mattress and panted as she felt Logan's come, hot and
sticky, drip down her inner thighs.
 
She'd never experienced anything like that before.
 
Her whole body trembled and all she
wanted to do was pass out. "Wow, that was…" She chuckled.

"Incredible,"
he finished for her.

"Yeah."

Logan
planted a kiss in the middle of her back. "Stay put, I'll be right
back." He got off the bed and she heard him walk out of the room. He
returned moments later with a warm cloth that he used to clean her thighs. She
almost cooed. No man had ever cleaned her up after sex. It was sweet.
"Better?" he asked.

She
nodded. "Thanks."

"No
problem." He winked. "Want something to drink?"

"Water
would be great."

"You
got it." He once again left the room.

Nicole
rolled onto her back. "Ouch." She winced. Her ass was sore and lying
flat on her back didn't help. How long would the feeling last, she wondered.
Nicole fidgeted until she found a comfortable position. Logan returned and
handed her a bottle of water. She opened it and drank greedily.

"How
are you?" he asked nodding toward her.

"Sore,"
she admitted.

He
smiled. "That's normal the first time. Roll over."

"Excuse
me?" Her eyes widened. He wasn't possibly suggesting they go another round
was he?

"I'll
rub lotion on you. It'll take the sting out of it. Don't worry, I'll
behave."

She
smiled and rolled on to her stomach. Logan went to work rubbing lotion on her
sore bottom and before she knew it, she was sound asleep.

*****

           
Nicole
banged on the door harder and glanced up and down the hallway, hoping she
hadn't woken anyone with her banging. Damn it! Why wasn't she answering the
door? Nicole pounded her fist on the door again and this time, the door swung
open and she was greeted by a miserable looking scowl. "It's about
time," Nicole said as she pushed past her friend.

           
"Nicole?
What the hell are you doing here? It's not even five in the morning yet."

           
"I
know. I'm sorry I woke you, Alyssa, but I've done something bad and I need your
help."

           
Alyssa
mumbled something incoherent and shuffled toward the kitchen. "Start
talking, girl. But don't expect any help until after I've had a pot of
coffee."

           
Nicole
followed Alyssa into the kitchen and sat at the table. Nicole had no idea where
to start. She was embarrassed by what she'd done last night with Logan. It was
wrong—especially considering why she'd allowed it to happen. She propped
her elbows on the table and dropped her head into her hands. "I really
fucked up, Alyssa."

           
"Okay."
Alyssa yawned. "Well whatever it is, it must be pretty bad to make you
drive all the way here. You never come to the city, Nikki, so lay it on me.
What did you do?" She said as she busied herself with making coffee.

           
Alyssa
had been Nicole's best friend since middle school and they shared everything. Taking
a deep breath, Nicole said, "I went to work Friday morning and I got
fired."

           
"Oh
my gosh, why?" Alyssa poured two cups of coffee and sat at the table
across from Nicole.

           
"Thanks."
Nicole sipped her coffee, savoring the strong black liquid as it slid down her
throat. She was going to need several more cups if she were going to make it
through the next few hours. "My boss claims I sent a companywide email
that contained an inappropriate sexual joke. And with the new sexual harassment
policy in place, he had no choice but to let me go. The whole thing is so
ridiculous."

           
"Was
it a funny joke?"

           
Nicole
rolled her eyes. That was just like Alyssa. "That's the sad part. I never
saw the damn joke."

           
Alyssa
laughed. "Yeah, that's pretty bad. Okay, so you lost your job. That's what
made you drive six hours to the city to see me?"

           
"No."
Nicole shook her head. "It gets worse. I clean out my desk and of course
I'm crying, feeling like shit. I mean, Josh and I are supposed to be getting
married. Without a job I can't hardly pay for a wedding and I know he's going
to flip out." She took another sip from her coffee before continuing.
"So, I'm driving home, trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to tell
Josh I just got fired. I'm totally not paying attention and I rear end a car at
a stoplight."