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  He sat back on his heels. “Rule One to remember. You never, ever come unless I tell you it’s all right. You will hold back for as long as I tell you to. Understood?”

  She nodded. “Yes. I understand.”

  Her voice was strained, a sure sign of the need rising within her. But he would control her orgasm to give them both maximum pleasure. That is, if he could control himself.

  “Good. Very good.”

  He bent forward, putting his open mouth on her clit and sucking hard on it. He felt her jump as reaction hit her and a fresh flow of her cream cascaded onto his chin. Moving his lips, he reached out his tongue and lapped at it like a cat licking up cream.

  “I could get drunk on your taste,” he told her. “Do you like me to fuck you with my mouth? To eat you out?”

  “Yes.” She was breathless. “Oh. Yes. Please.”

  “Please what? Say the words?”

  Her body tensed then relaxed slightly. He swallowed a smile. Little Jody might be fascinated by what he was introducing her to but there were still things that made her uncomfortable. Like verbalizing, using erotic language.

  “I didn’t hear anything, Jody. Cat got your tongue? I punish my slaves who don’t obey.”

  Shifting his position, he pushed her legs back until her knees touched her breasts, pressing one strong, muscular forearm against them to hold them in place. He stared for a moment at the sight of her completely exposed cunt, everything, all the way to the tiny brown rosebud of her anus. His cock twitched at the thought of the hot, dark tissues of her rectum clasping him so tightly and he had to grit his teeth to keep himself from simply plunging into her.

  Not good. No, this was a process, an education, and when he finished with her, she’d be begging for it every time they saw each other. And that thought drove his lust even higher.

  The skin of her buttocks was smooth as he ran a hand over it with a gentle caress. Then, in a controlled action, he administered the first slap, the skin reddening at once with the marks of his fingers.

  “Oh!” she yelped.

  If he hadn’t had her in such a helpless position, he was sure she would have jerked away.

  “Before I get to the fourth or fifth slap, sweet thing, you’re going to love this.”

  He spanked her again and yet again, each time the skin turning a darker shade of pink almost to red. Streaks of color spread to her pussy, which was so wet it glistened. And he’d been right. As the spankings continued, her yelps changed to moans and she was pushing herself into them as much as she could. When he administered the last spanking directly on the lips of her cunt, he could tell she was flexing her inner muscles, fighting the need to climax. Waiting for his command.

  And he wasn’t half through yet.

  “You don’t know how much I’m going to enjoy spanking you on a regular basis,” he told her. “Watching the skin of your ass and your thighs and your cunt darken to a deep rose excites me more than you can imagine.”

  He slipped one finger into her saturated vagina, drew it out slowly and licked her juice from it. Then releasing his hold on her legs, he dipped his finger again, only this time he painted her lips with the cream.

  “Taste yourself,” he commanded. “See how sweet your flavor is.”

  She ran her tongue over her lips then sucked the moisture inside. Light flared in her eyes and the pulse beating at the hollow of her throat increased to a staccato pace.

  “That turns you on.” A statement, not a question. “Good. You should enjoy your own essence.”

  He bent his head again and began to suck her clit in earnest, rolling the hot button around in his mouth. He nipped at it with his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. She tried to squirm beneath him but he gripped her thighs firmly, holding her in place. Needing to feel the heat of her vagina, he thrust his tongue into it, aroused by the flutters of the tiny muscles against his tongue.

  In and out went his tongue then back up to her clit then down the entire length of her slit. Her liquid bathed him and her muscles grabbed at him. Her moans grew louder, breathless and her hips twisted in his grasp.

  When the muscles of her stomach began to flex he knew she was closing to reaching the crest of a climax, he stopped and sat back on his heels.

  “Noooo,” she cried, her entire body taut as she reached for the elusive release. “No, please.”

  “Do not come,” he ordered. “It’s not time yet. Only when I give you permission. Remember.”

  “Y-yes, Master.”Her voice was rough with need and frustration.

  He waited a moment until he knew she’d slid back down the crest of desire, caressing the insides of her thighs with the tips of his fingers then began again. Sucking. Nipping. Fucking her with his tongue until she was once again a writhing mass of need.

  He kissed the insides of her arms, nipping the delicate skin at the crook of her elbows, moving down to her shoulders and then to the hollow of her throat where her pulse beat so visibly. Pressing his mouth to the spot, he let himself absorb the throbbing beneath the skin. Wherever his mouth traveled he felt the warmth of her skin, heating in response. She made little sexy sounds in the back of her throat that impossibly made him even harder.

  When she was squirming beneath him, tugging at her restraints, her body begging for release, he stopped. Deliberately. He watched her, mesmerized by the choppy breathing that thrust her breasts outward toward him, breasts that begged to be plumped in his big hands, with nipples that demanded to be encircled and clamped. For a moment he couldn’t take his eyes from her, wondering just who was controlling whom here.

  He moved his mouth to her neck, trailing his tongue down to the slender column and lightly biting the sensitive place where it joined her shoulder then soothing it with his tongue. Slowly he moved his mouth down the valley between her breasts, over her smooth tummy, into the curls covering her mound to nip at her clitoris. Bracing himself, he began to lap again in earnest, loving the taste of the cream that flooded his mouth.

  Each time he roused her passion again her moans grew louder, her desperation stronger. Her cunt was so swollen it was dark pink, glistening with a fresh release of juices. By the time he’d taken her up and back three times she was nearly out of her mind with lust, crying and begging. His own pheromones were jitterbugging in his system but he was determined to draw this out, to make sure she was comfortable with his control. To make her trust that he would always allow her the pleasure she craved.

  “Look at me,” he told her when he sensed her body gathering itself. “Keep them open.”

  Tilting his head just enough so his eyes locked onto hers, he wrapped his lips around the furled nub of her clit, scraping them against the swollen point. Watching heat change the color of her eyes, he slid two fingers into her pussy their entire length, all the way to the last knuckle. In a moment he added a third, her flesh like liquid silk around them. He timed the motion of his fingers with that of his tongue, loving the feel and taste of her as the orgasm built and built inside her.

  Logan’s hot gaze pinned her. “Come now. Come for me. Right now, darlin’.”

  Bending his fingers, he found her sweet spot, pressed it hard and nipped at the tip of her clit and watched her come apart. Her body shook as the walls of her cunt spasmed around his fingers. Little cries of pleasure escaped her lips as she thrashed on the bed as much as her limited movement allowed her. He pressed the sweet spot again and again, dragging his fingertips over it to prolong her orgasm until he’d wrung the last drop of bliss from her.

  As her body began to ease, he slipped his fingers from her, kissed his way up her stomach to her breasts, pausing to lick each nipple, until he reached her lips. As he opened his mouth over hers, he knew the storm raging outside was mild compared to the one he’d unleashed inside his body. It was the very thing he’d feared with her, this need to push her, to make her his completely. Forever. He knew that no matter how long the storm outside kept them locked away in the cabin, it would never be enough time to sat
isfy him.

  His greatest fear was pushing too hard and losing her altogether.

  Chapter Three

  Jody lay exhausted on the rumpled sheets, her body displayed like the centerpiece of a banquet, Logan’s eyes so hot she thought they might sear her skin. Her orgasm had stunned her with its force, all the pent-up need from holding back for so long exploding in her like the storm outside—wild, frantic, pounding. Now she was franticly trying to even out her breathing, her heart thudding in concert with the drumming of the rain on the roof.

  Logan’s eyes moved slowly over her, cataloguing every inch of her body from her manacled wrists to her flushed face to her aching breasts, down her still-quivering tummy, over the mound of her sex. Pushing her thighs wide, he stared for long moments. She knew he could see every inch of her drenched cunt, the juices that had flowed so freely from it still coating the lower part of her ass and her inner thighs.

  Their one night together had been hot and heavy—and inventive. He’d been a strong lover, demanding, yet now that he’d allowed her to see his true self, it seemed they’d barely scratched the surface. She’d sensed a leashed power beneath everything they did, every movement he made, as if he were withholding some part of himself. Now she knew what it was and rather than frightening her it turned her on more than she could ever have believed.

  She closed her eyes and imagined herself on her knees in front of this man, his cock in her mouth, a collar around her neck, a spanking waiting for her if she made one mistake. Who’d ever have thought it? A shiver of anticipation skittered over her.

  “Cold?” he asked “I’d just hate to cover up that gorgeous body.”

  She shook her head. “Not cold.” She licked her lips. “Hot. Very hot.”

  His hands traced a path from the hollow of her throat where her pulse beat furiously, over her straining breasts and tingling nipples, down her stomach to her mound, his fingers idly twisting the soft curls.

  “I have to tell you, my mind is having a hard time wrapping itself around the fact that you’re turning into a thoroughly appealing sub.”

  Her breathing hitched. “Me too. But I…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes slid away from his gaze.

  “But you what, sweet thing? Don’t stop now. Or are you ready so soon for another spanking?”

  “Yes. I mean, no, not yet. That is—”

  “Just spit it out, Jody. But what?”

  “But you aren’t the only one who’s had feelings forever. For one thing, I’ve had a crush on you since I was sixteen. I knew all the women in your life were—are—a lot more sophisticated than I am…sexually, I mean. But it didn’t keep me from wanting you.”

  “I guess I should give thanks to Mother Nature for this storm or we might never have gotten together again.”

  She licked her lips again, gathering herself to push the next words out. “And for another thing, like I said, I’ve read a lot about D/s situations. Much more than you think, Mr. Big-Shot Dom. There was always something missing in my life. Something was…flat. Now, here, with you, I realize that the nature of a submissive has been growing inside me.” She took in a deep breath, held it and let it out very slowly. “But I’m not sure I could explore it with anyone but you.”

  “Then isn’t it a good thing we’re locked in here together, or neither of us might ever have found this out?”

  His eyes looked almost black as his gaze drifted to the mound of soft pubic curls. His fingers played idly with them, brushing them, tugging on them oh-so lightly. He bent his head and placed an open-mouthed kiss at the top of her mound, his lips so hot they almost burned her.

  “You know, I’m torn. I love these gorgeous little curls here, but my cock stands up and salutes when I think of this beautiful cunt all naked.” He cupped his hand over her. “I think before we go any further, I’m going to give you a shave. I always like my subs shaved or waxed.”

  Her eyes widened. “Waxed?” Then she gave him a sly, almost-coquettish grin. “Hmm. I suppose I could get it done at Eden’s spa.”

  “Hell no,” he roared, yanking his hand back. “No way am I giving my sister the opportunity to even speculate about my sex life.” He took in a deep breath, steadying himself, and let it out slowly. “We’ll go with the shaving for now. There are spas in San Antonio that do excellent Brazilian wax jobs.”

  Does that mean he plans to take this further once we’re gone from here?

  Don’t speculate, Jody. Just go with it for now. This is more than you ever expected to get from him, right? So don’t screw it up.

  Her eyes followed him as he walked to the chest of drawers against the wall, opened the top one and began removing certain items. She’d seen some of them as she trolled websites, others were new to her. Her pulse skipped as she tried to imagine what they were for.

  Logan placed them on the nightstand next to the bed, holding each one up for her to see. “I’m sure I don’t need to explain these.” He indicated a large dildo and a smooth vibrator. He opened a velvet-covered box to display its contents. Nipple rings and a matching clit ring. When we go out I’ll expect you to wear them.”

  “W-when we go out?” She couldn’t stop herself from asking. “Does that mean we’re going to see each other again?”

  He bent down, his lips close to her ear. “What do you think? Unless, that is, you decide it’s more than you can handle. Who knows how long we’ll be locked up in here. This is either going to work or…”

  “Or what?”

  “We’ll see.” He cupped her breasts and licked each nipple once. “First things first. I can’t wait any longer to get the clamps on your nipples. After you’re shaved, I’m going to attach the little matching clamp on your clit. You are my sub, Jody. I want to keep reminding you of that so you’ll know what it means.”

  “Like calling you Master?”

  He couldn’t quite hide the grin that tried to turn up his lips. “Yes. It’s not only appropriate for you to call me Master, it defines the relationship. In your head you need to know two things—I am in control and I will never, ever do anything you tell me not to. The power I have is the power you give me. Understand that, and your role as my submissive is the gateway to your pleasure.”

  Jody felt the wetness seeping onto her thighs again. She couldn’t do this with just anyone but she was shocked to realize being Logan Mitchell’s sub was the fulfillment of a hidden dream.

  She dipped her head as far as she could. “I understand. Master.”

  He returned to his pile of toys, picking up what looked like a thick, wide dildo, flared at the bottom.

  “This is a butt plug.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the leg nearest him over his thighs, trailing the fingers of the other hand down between the cheeks of her ass. “Before I shave you, I’m going to put this into your rectum. It will burn a little at first but I definitely expect to fuck your ass while we’re riding out this storm and I need to make you ready.”

  The tip of one finger touched her anus and shards of electricity shot through her. No one…no one…had ever fucked her there. His fingertip was like a branding iron, heating the tight muscle until the burn raced through her.

  She knew he could see it in her eyes by the answering look in his. “You like that, don’t you, Jody. Oh yeah.” He pressed the tip of his finger harder. “You’ll like the real thing even more.”

  Removing his hand, he reached for one more item on the nightstand, turning to show it to Jody. “Ever see one of these, sweet thing? This is a flogger, one I had made to my specifications. The strips are made of the finest, softest suede that can caress the skin of your ass one minute and sting like a bee the next.” He flipped it around in his hand to show her the braided leather handle. “And I can position you just right so I can fuck that sweet little pussy with this handle until you scream for me to let you come.” He pinched one nipple lightly. “Remember, I control your pleasure and I will always give you more than you ever expected.”

  “Thank you, M
aster.” She liked letting the word roll off her lips. Acknowledging his dominant position. One of the reasons was because, no matter how much lust she saw in his eyes, no matter what he did to her, she still saw respect. And maybe something else.

  Her shoulders were beginning to ache from having her hands stretched over her head. Logan lifted her and placed her closer to the headboard then adjusted the ties on the cuffs.

  “I don’t want to cause you pain,” he told her, “unless it’s a prelude to pleasure.” His strong fingers kneaded the muscles of her shoulders and upper arms. “I promise you, Jody, I am a good Dom. I will take very good care of you.”

  The feel of his hands massaging her felt so good, the ache and strain faded away. Her eyes drifted closed as a feeling of lassitude swept over her. A pinch on one nipple brought her sharply to awareness again.

  “No sleeping yet,” Logan said. “We’ve hardly begun.”

  His fingers closed over one nipple, pulling and tugging at it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It swelled and throbbed, spikes of pleasure shooting through her body to her womb and the deepest part of her cunt.

  “Beautiful,” he breathed. “So rich and ripe, the tips like tiny pebbles.” He bent his head so his tongue could swipe across a throbbing tip.

  In the next minute she felt tiny strips of metal sliding on either side of the nipple, pressing against it while Logan’s fingers tugged again. A little pinch then his warm palm cupped her breast and lifted it for her to see. Two thin strips of gold hugged her swollen nipple with tiny screws tightened on each side. She couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began.

  Logan bent forward and sucked hard on the nipple, biting it gently.

  “These are mine now, sweet thing. Remember that.”

  He repeated the process with the other nipple then raised his head to capture her mouth. His warm lips had the feel of fine linen as they molded to hers and his tongue was doing the devil’s dance, teasing and probing and licking until her entire mouth felt like one large erogenous zone. The pressure of his hard-muscled chest against the clamped nipples sent more streaks of pleasure-pain through her body and she moaned softly, pushing herself against him.