His words washed through her like a gentle wave and just like that, she relaxed.
“Say your safe word,” he commanded.
“No.” She panicked. There was no way she was going to call this off. “I don’t want to.”
“I just want to hear you say it. Want to make sure you remember.”
“You won’t stop?”
She half expected him to laugh at her childlike pleading, but instead he pressed a warm kiss against her cheek.
“I won’t stop. Right now, I’m worried that I can’t.” A tinge of pain seemed to lace his tone. He felt it too. She had never experienced desire so strong that it hurt, but the only thing she was sure of right now was that her body physically ached for him. It was agonizing.
“I’m glad.”
He shook his head, a motion she felt more than saw. “No. That’s not good. Say the word. I need to hear, need to…”
“Chaise,” she whispered.
She wasn’t sure why that word set him free, but whatever harness held him tethered and kept him from giving in to his baser instincts, broke.
He pushed himself upright and his hand landed against her ass in a solid smack. The loud cracking noise filled the room.
Reflex took over as Lacy tried to escape. It was a futile effort. His large, strong hand had returned to the back of her neck, holding her down. The second and third blows fell as she still struggled.
When the fourth came, the pain and heat mingled. Transformed.
Lacy’s back arched and she went up on her toes to meet the fifth and sixth smacks.
“Logan,” she cried out, her voice tight with unshed tears. The spanking hurt, but not in a way that she longed to end. Instead, she wanted more.
Logan’s fingers found the opening to her body and before she could assimilate to the change, he had two buried deep, pounding roughly inside her.
This. God. Yes. This.
She tried to thrust back against his hand, but he still held her to the desk. She couldn’t move, couldn’t steal any extra stimulation. It was as hot as it was frustrating.
“Let me go.” She clenched her fists and beat them against the surface.
“No.” His reply was firm, unyielding.
“I need to move!”
He tightened his grip, added a third finger to the other two and increased his pace.
Lacy gasped at the increased tension, the beautifully brutal way he took her.
No. Claimed.
He promised to claim her. And now he was.
She wanted more. Wanted him to take everything she had to offer and then demand more from her. God. She’d give it all to him. Every. Fucking. Thing.
Lacy’s orgasm hit her like a bullet, arriving out of nowhere. One second she was grasping for harder, faster, deeper. The next, her body was writhing like a rag doll in a storm, shaking almost painfully as she came harder than she ever had before.
Logan didn’t give way. Didn’t stop the powerful thrusting. Instead, he rung out every drop of sensation he could. It seemed to last for hours. And when it began to wane, Lacy finally stopped fighting.
She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, draped over his desk, how many breaths she’d taken in and blown out before his fingers slowly withdrew.