His stern expression slipped for just a moment, his lips tipping up in a smile he was trying to hide. He recovered quickly, but the twinkle in his eyes told her he wasn’t really annoyed with her.
“Don’t make me regret the gag decision.”
She bit her lip, trying to look chastised. In truth, the action was helping her to not laugh. It wasn’t that she wasn’t taking this seriously. She was. It was just that she was so happy. God, her joy was seeping out of her and it was hard to keep inside, contained.
She had loved Logan Grady her entire life and now, being here with him like this, she felt as if she’d come home. As if every dream she’d ever had was coming true.
Logan returned to the bed, crawling between her legs as he pushed them apart. The man certainly liked having her on display. She didn’t mind her nudity with him. He looked at her as if she were the most beautiful piece of artwork in the museum. It warmed her up, made her feel cherished. Sexy.
He ran his fingers along her slit. This time, she did flush. She was dripping wet. To the point where it was slightly embarrassing.
“Guess we won’t need that lube,” she said, jokingly.
Logan moved one finger lower and pressed just the tip into her anus. The move was unexpected, the penetration tight. It pinched slightly and she gasped.
“We’re going to need it.”
Suddenly, Lacy was reconsidering the size of the butt plug she’d purchased. In her overheated, horny mind, she had selected one that would be approximately the same size as his dick. She hadn’t fully considered the ramifications of putting something that big in such a small hole.
“Relax, Lacy.”
The man read her like a book. “I’m cool,” she lied.
This time he didn’t bother to hide his grin. “No. You’re not, but you’re worrying about the wrong things.”
As always, his words calmed her down. She assumed it all came back to that trust thing. He wouldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t abuse her or force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. She knew that as sure as she knew tomorrow was Saturday.
Logan lifted her legs, resting them on his shoulders as he bent forward to suck on her nipples. She was suddenly grateful she’d started taking those yoga classes at the gym. Logan was definitely going to stretch her flexibility limits.
When his teeth bit into her nipple, her mind went blank. She longed to grip his head, to run her fingers through his thick dark hair, but the scarf held firm.
She’d never had anyone pay so much attention to her breasts. Or to just one nipple. Logan spent ages laving the distended flesh, licking, sucking, biting. Every sting of pain he produced was followed by softness. He hurt. He soothed. Over and over. Her body trembled with the conflicting sensations, her pussy clenching resentfully on empty air.
Lacy needed to be filled. Needed him to fuck her.
“Please,” she gasped after several minutes. “God. I need you, Logan.”
He lifted his head, letting her see the pain etched on his face. He was suffering too. Strangely that idea comforted her. She wasn’t alone in this.
She was so distracted by his expression, she never saw him pick up the nipple clamp. She didn’t realize he had it in his hand until the sharp teeth of the wicked contraption snapped down.
“Ahh,” she cried. “Shit. That hurts.”
Logan didn’t remove it, but he didn’t put the other on either. Instead, he studied her expression. “Focus on your breathing, Lace.”
She did as he said, sucking in as much air as she could muster, which wasn’t much.
He shook his head. “No. Like this.”
She followed his lead, her chest rising and falling in time with his, in slow inhalations followed by long exhalations. Lacy had just adjusted to the sting of the clamp when he snapped the second one on.
“Fuck!”
He waited again, leading her through the breathing exercises. This time, it took fewer seconds to regulate, to adapt. Mainly because Logan had distracted her. Two fingers slammed inside her pussy and Lacy jerked roughly.
God. She was going to come. Like…right now.
She screamed and thrashed her head on the pillow as every nerve ending in her body exploded. What the fuck was happening?