It was several minutes before she realized Logan’s fingers were no longer inside her. Instead, he was hovering over her, caging her beneath him as his elbows rested by her shoulders. He kissed her gently, the touch in direct opposition to the pleasurable pain he’d just produced.
“Okay?” he asked quietly when she finally managed to gather her wits.
She nodded. “I don’t understand how…”
“You’re submissive.”
Lacy would have argued that point. She’d chop off any guy’s dick if he tried to control her life, tell her what to wear or how to behave. The Sparks women had more than their fair share of independent and authoritative streaks.
But that wasn’t what he meant. She understood that.
And whether he realized it or not, Logan had molded her desires when she was seventeen, unwittingly revealing a part of her that she might never have known existed.
“I want you, Logan.”
The moment she uttered the words, she wished she could take them back. They seemed to break whatever spell had settled over them.
He pushed himself up and glanced at the pile of toys that still rested next to her on the bed. “We’re not finished with the lessons yet.”
The affection she’d just seen in his eyes was shuttered away. Logan would play with her, broaden her horizons, indulge her curiosity about BDSM. But he wouldn’t give her what she truly wanted. Him. All of him. Heart, soul and body.
Unfortunately he didn’t give her the chance to mourn that fact. Instead, he uncapped the lube and threw her back into a maelstrom of sensation.
Logan squeezed some of the lubrication onto his finger, and then slowly worked it inside her ass. She struggled to adapt to the pinch. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable. She recalled his declaration about fucking her there. The masochist in her wanted that, even knowing it was likely to hurt like hell.
She had to hand it to him. Logan seemed to have the patience of Job. One finger eventually became two, and two became three. Hours could have passed for all Lacy knew as he took his time to stretch her. All the while he added even more lubrication.
Finally, seventy-two years later, she felt the tip of the plug against her ass.
“Shit,” she breathed out on a whisper as he pressed the wicked toy deeper. She really should have picked a smaller size.
“Logan,” she gasped as he continued to breach the tight portal.
He captured her gaze and then, with a wink, he pushed the fat end completely inside as her anus clenched around the base.
“Ohmigod.” Once again, he led her through the breathing exercises and then, just like before, he distracted her. This time with the dildo.
He grinned as he rimmed the opening of her body with the toy. “We won’t need lube for this one. You’re soaking wet.”
“You can’t put…”
That was as far as she got before Logan shoved the dildo in to the hilt.
Her back arched off the bed as her second orgasm rumbled along her spine, ravaging her. That orgasm was followed immediately by a third, more powerful one when Logan removed one of the nipple clamps and then the other.
Her cries were hoarse as her body trembled in the aftermath. Logan laved her sensitive nipples with hot, wet, soothing kisses. He’d done no more than push the dildo inside. He hadn’t even fucked her with it. She had come three times tonight and it had only taken him one little thrust to do so.
A trickle of sweat tickled her cheek as it slid along her damp skin. The room had been chilly when they’d first walked in. Now, it was like a sauna, the air thick and humid.
Logan untied her wrists, slowly drawing her arms down as he massaged her shoulders. He had just given her three earth-shattering orgasms. It felt as if she should be the one worshiping at his feet, taking care of him and giving him the moon on a silver platter.
However, it was Logan who gave as she lay there with no more strength than a newborn kitten. He ran his fingers along the valley between her breasts, over her stomach and back to her pussy. Her inner muscles fluttered against the thick plastic as he pulled the dildo out.
When his fingers drifted lower, to the plug, she sucked in a deep breath and held it.
“Ready?”
It was the first time he’d asked permission to do anything tonight. The fact that, ready or not, the damn big thing needed to come out, wasn’t lost on her.