pure passionate response. And this little sub had inhibitions and passion in equal proportions. Now her hips strained upward toward his mouth, but the tight restraints kept her immobile. Her breathing changed as her excitement soared in a true submissive's response to being vulnerable. To being controlled.
He eased his mouth back, rubbing his finger on her G-spot until it swelled and softened. Then he coordinated his attack to drive her further. G-spot and clit, finger and tongue, rousing the entire mass of nerves.
Her breathing turned to hard panting. Her whole body shook as she approached her climax. Her vagina billowed out around his fingertip and clamped down on his knuckles. Almost there. This was a dance with two partners. He might be in control, but her responses dictated his next move. And fuck but he loved her responses.
He slowed just to draw it out a bit and to enjoy the tiny whimpers mingling with her gasping breaths. Her vagina tightened further. Slowing even more, he held her at the brink as her body stiffened; even her breathing stilled.
Tempted to deny her, he paused, but that wasn't the lesson for today. Besides, he wanted to hear her come again. He sucked her clit into his mouth and teased it in gentle, pulsing pulls.
Her hips tilted up as her body arched, higher and higher, and then her vagina convulsed around his fingers in surging waves as she let out a long, satisfying wail. So satisfying he wanted to start over and do it all again.
But his cock might explode.
He released her clit reluctantly. She was incredibly sweet: heart, soul, and pussy. He couldn't believe she didn't have a husband and children running around her feet. Instead, she had him at her feet, and he enjoyed the hell out of it.
When he looked up, her nipples had tightened into tight buds of pink. As the rippling in her vagina slowed, he pressed firmly against her G-spot and licked over her nub, sending her over again.
And then again.
When he stopped to kiss her inner thigh, he could feel the glaze of sweat on her skin. Pulling out of her, he pressed a kiss just above her mound, smiling at the quiver of her stomach muscles under his lips.
“You're shaking, sugar.” But not with cold. “Hands laced behind your head for now, please.”
Face still flushed, her nipples just beginning to relax, she frowned at him.
God, she was cute. He frowned back and waited. Her arms lifted, reluctance in every tiny movement. And then her hands laced behind her head, arching her breasts up for his enjoyment and use.
He gave her an approving smile and unzipped his jeans.
As Logan stripped off his pants, Rebecca couldn't look away. The firelight flickered over his big-boned body, shadowing, then highlighting the contoured muscles. From a nest of dark hair, his erection stood out proudly, longer than she was used to and much thicker, not a slender sapling but a solid oak. His balls swayed slightly between his legs when he sheathed himself in a condom. Muscles flexed in his thighs as he knelt between her legs.
He lifted her heavy breasts with his hands. His fingers stroked the tender undersides, and a smile appeared on his face. He teased her nipples until they rose up, hard and pointed. “Does anyone ever get tired of playing with these?” he murmured.
His lips closed on a sensitive peak, and lightning raced through her body. He rolled the nub between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
Her breath rasped at the slight pain. When he sucked forcefully, it sent a pulse of need straight to her core. Her hips moved, and her sex began to ache with the pressure.
He propped himself up on one forearm. “Time for one more toy. You may choose from a gag, wrist cuffs, or breast clamps.”
She shook her head, not daring to speak.
“Oh yes.” He ran his finger across her lips. “You're not here very long, sugar. Might as well give you a good grounding in the lifestyle. Choose.”
She swallowed. She absolutely didn't want her hands restrained. To be gagged? No. “Clamps,” she whispered.
“Good choice.” He snagged his bag and pulled it closer, then removed a small box, taking out what looked like miniature clothespins. He held one up. Black rubber coated the ends. A tiny screw poked out of the hinge. “Since you're new, I'll forgo jewelry or weights. This time.”
He leaned forward and sucked on one breast until the nipple jutted up. Then he attached the clamp, turning the screw until the clothespin pinched her nipple unbearably. She gritted her teeth, but he decreased the tension, leaving only an intense ache that somehow increased the throbbing in her pussy. He did the other one, and she stifled a whine.
Pain, and yet an unbearable arousal like she'd never felt before. God, she needed him inside her.
His hair, thick and tousled, fell over his forehead, touched his nape. His shoulders gleamed in the firelight, and she wanted to touch him so badly, her arms quivered with it. He smiled slightly. Gripping her forearms, he leaned forward on her, his weight and strength pressing her deeper into the wedge.
She couldn't move…anything. Her deep inhalation pressed her breasts against his chest, and the abrasion of his hair against her overly sensitive nipples made her hiss.
“We were discussing dominance and submission.” His hands tightened on her arms, just to the edge of pain, and a thrill shook through her. “Your body is mine right now, under my control. Available for my pleasure.” Propping himself up with one hand, he stroked down her body with the other, then pressed his palm firmly against her pussy and her throbbing clit.
She bit back a moan, unable to look away from his flinty eyes. “This is the most elementary of lessons, and the toughest one.” One finger pressed into her, illustrating what he meant. He could do anything he wanted, and she could only lie there and shake.
He withdrew his finger. A second later, he slid the head of his cock through her wetness and then began to slowly push into her.
She was too tight, and her vagina tried to resist his size as his cock pressed farther. She panted, caught between the excruciating pleasure and pain. Her fingernails bit into his biceps as she tried not to panic. His eyes fixed on hers, he inexorably filled her until she felt as if she'd burst. When he finally stopped, deep inside her, she couldn't move. Her insides quaked around him with the shock of his intrusion.
She felt so vulnerable. So invaded, both by his cock and his intense eyes, which seemed to see right to her very heart.
Propping himself up with a forearm, he cradled her head. “Easy, little one,” he murmured. “Take a breath.” His thumb caressed her cheekbone.
His gentleness brought tears to her eyes, and she closed them so he wouldn't see.
He kissed her, his lips coaxing a response, velvety soft, until she opened and let him in farther. As his mouth moved warmly over hers, her body relaxed, bit by bit, the overwhelming fullness easing into pleasure.
“There we go.” He nipped her lip; the tiny shock made her vagina clench. And that felt so good. His hand left her face to fondle her breast. When his finger rubbed over the nipple, jarring the clamp, pain then pleasure sizzled to the whole area he'd breached. “You feel so good, sweetheart, you're threatening my control.”
His words helped. His callused hand grazed her breast, her side, her hip, nothing he hadn't done before, yet the act irrevocably changed by his presence within her and each sensation heightened to a consummate peak. “Look at me now,” he said in a deep voice.
She lifted her heavy lids to meet his gaze. His face was shadowy in the firelight, his jaw tight. He moved within her, the feeling indescribable, shaking her foundations with intense pleasure. He eased out, and her insides drew together to fill the emptiness before he surged back in like the rush of the tide onto the beach, unstoppable. Her breath caught, and her grip tightened on him as if he could keep her from being swept away.
Watching her closely, he increased his pace, and her body stretched to accommodate him until each thrust brought only pleasure and the slow buildup of need.
He smiled, and the curve of his mouth changed his expression from dangerous to devastating. “Put your hands behind your head, sugar.”
His eyes crinkled. “You looked like you needed something to hold on to. But put them back now.”
She did, lacing her fingers together, the position making her intensely aware of her vulnerable state and how he
