For the Night: Complete Box Set (41 page)

I woke up to find we were on our sides, my arms
wrapped tightly around her, and sighed contentedly.

‘Summer Beresford, do you have any idea how far
inside me you’ve crawled?’ I whispered, as I kissed the top of her head. I’d
brought a woman to my house, something I’d never done. Even with Lucy I’d
always stayed at hers. I valued my privacy, but Summer challenged every
preconception of what I wanted. I reluctantly slid out of bed, carefully
wrapping the duvet around her as she moaned in a daze. I pulled on some boxers
and headed out to the kitchen. I was bloody starving. She gave me an appetite
in more than one way. I put together a tray, wishing I had some flowers I could
put in a glass for her. I really hadn’t expected to come back here with her
last night. I made two bowls of fruit salad, then plates of scrambled egg and
bacon on toast, orange juice, a black coffee for me and made her a latte from
my machine with a large spoon of sugar. I headed back into my bedroom to find
she was hugging my pillow, her face buried in it. I wondered if my scent made
her feel the way I did over hers? ‘Morning,’ I called.

‘Morning,’ she replied, as her eyes fluttered
open. Even with smudged eye makeup I still found her more beautiful than anyone
I’d ever seen.

‘Breakfast, then shower, then we talk.’

‘I thought you’d forgotten,’ she replied as she
sat up and stretched, the duvet falling from her breasts and my eyes
automatically dropped to them as my cock stiffened. She giggled and pulled the
duvet up to her chin. ‘You’re insatiable.’

‘When it comes to you it seems,’ I grinned as I
sat next to her and put the tray on her lap. I scooted my items off it and
kissed her forehead. ‘Eat up, you must be starving.’

‘Does sex always make people this hungry? She
enquired as she tucked in.

‘Great sex does,’ I nodded.

‘Was it? For you I mean?’

‘You don’t need to ask me that, Summer. I pursued
you, brought you to my home. I’ve never done that. I really care about you and
sex with you is amazing already, imagine how it will be once we’ve got to know
each other, with all the practice we’ll be putting in. Eat please, I’d like to
introduce you to shower sex before we go and sit down to hash this out.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ she grinned. I closed my eyes and blew
out a deep breath. She had no idea what that term did to me. I wondered if
she’d ever even heard of BDSM, how she’d feel about me bringing it up? I didn’t
think she was ready, if she’d ever be. She was so pure and innocent it would
probably scare her to death, but if I was seriously thinking about a
relationship with her, it was something I’d need at some stage. To have her as
my sexual submissive would complete everything. I looked across at her, pleased
to see she had a good appetite, for all things. My chest suddenly constricted,
my stomach fluttered and I swallowed hard, as the realisation that I really
wasn’t just falling for her hit me. I was falling in love with her. God damn
it. Falling in love definitely wasn’t in Logan Steele’s life plan.

Summer

He left me to sort myself out in his stunning
en-suite. My legs were still trembling from an amazing session against the
slate tiled wall, where he’d taken me from behind, clutching my breasts as he
kissed and bit my neck. Sex was just incredible. I’d really missed out, but
then again, I doubted I’d lack for anything if I was with Logan. I found a
hairdryer and did my hair roughly, knotting it into a ponytail, then used some
baby wipes he’d left out for me, to remove the remains of my makeup. I headed
back to his bedroom to find he’d put out one of his black shirts and a pair of
new boxers for me. Of course, my morning after suitcase was back at my hotel,
along with my phone and everything else. I quickly dressed, tugging off the
tags on the designer boxers with my teeth, and walked over to the window. He’d
opened the shutters and I was looking out over a canal, to warehouse style
buildings on the other side. I took a deep breath, we really needed to talk. I
needed to know what his expectations were, because I had some of my own and him
sleeping with other women for money didn’t feature, not if he was thinking of
us becoming a couple. I had a feeling that might not go down well, which scared
me.

I opened his bedroom door, to find myself in a
small lobby, with a stunning potted orchid on a console table and was faced
with a choice of a door to my left and a door opposite. I had no idea where
they led, so I opened the one opposite and froze as I looked at the contents.
On immediate glance it was just a combined bedroom and office, with a glass
desk, leather chair and retro locker room storage cabinets painted in silver.
Like his bedroom it was all brick, with a curved white painted ceiling and
shutters on the windows at the far end. But what set it apart from his bedroom,
or a normal office, what made my heart beat way too fast and my stomach twist
in nervous knots, was a metal four poster bed. Normally I’d consider a four
poster bed to be romantic, it wouldn’t have scared me, but one with hooks at
varying levels up the struts did, ones with a cross frame above it with more
dangling hooks did, without even mentioning the weird looking enormous wooden
“X” against the wall. I walked over to look at it, it had deep sunken chrome
grooves in it, with what looked like moveable hooks set into the channels.
What the hell had I just walked in on?
Was this some kind of torture
chamber? I heard a noise behind me and spun around to see Logan standing in the
door frame, he looked upset and pale. In fact I’d guess it was a mirror image
of my face right now.

‘Shit, Summer. What are you doing in here?’ he
demanded, as he strode over and grabbed my elbow. I yanked it out of his grasp
and backed away.

‘Trying to find my way out to your lounge. What is
this?’ I demanded, as I wrapped my arms around myself.

‘Something you don’t need to worry about yet.’

‘Yet? You like to hurt women? Is that what gets
you off?’

‘No, you don’t understand,’ he groaned as he
rubbed his hands over his face. ‘Come and sit in the lounge, we need to talk.’

‘I’m not sure if I want to talk now, you said you
wouldn’t hurt me, Logan.’

‘And I meant it, I won’t, not without your
consent.’

‘My consent? O my God. Are you for
real
?’
What the hell was he into?

‘Summer, this wasn’t going to come up until
way
down the line, when we’d seen if we could make this work. It’s not
something I want to discuss before we’ve even been on a proper date.’

‘You seriously want to go on a date?’ I looked at
him wondering what he was on. He had these weird things in his spare room, God
only knows what was in that huge deep chest at the foot of the torture bed,
he’d just admitted he wanted to hurt me and now he wanted to talk about going
on a date?

‘Yes a date. I want to go out with you, ok? I want
us to get to know each other, like a normal couple would. If it was going well,
then I was going to tell you about this, about the sexual side of me that
craves control, that wants to restrain and discipline you while I bring you
pleasure on the scales of which you’ve not even begun to experience. Pleasure
and pain walk a fine tightrope, like when you bit me earlier, when I was biting
your nipple? You loved it, this is just taking that pleasure a step further.
It’s not about me getting off on hurting you, Summer. I abhor guys who are
abusive, this is about controlled sexual stimulus, with handcuffs, restraints
and other things. You know, I don’t want to discuss this with a virtual virgin,
or your brain might explode and I’ll scare you off for good,’ he ranted, as he
put his hands on his hips.

‘I’m not a virgin anymore,’ I bit back.

‘You’re still young and naïve, which I adore about
you, but that means you’re not ready for this, which is why I wasn’t going to
bring it up. God damn it, stop looking at me like I’m some kind of bloody
pervert, you look terrified of me. You have no idea how many men crave what I
do, for a woman to give up all control and be dominated by her man.’

‘So we date, we get on, then what if this is still
something that I don’t want to do?’ I asked as I waved my hand at the scary
pieces of furniture I’d just discovered. What we did in bed I could handle,
this
was a whole other matter.

‘Do we have to talk about this now? This could be
a long time off, I wouldn’t even suggest it until I felt you totally trusted me
to take care of you.’

‘This is all a bit much,’ I moaned, feeling all
confused again. ‘I remained a virgin for a reason, Logan. I believe in
romance
.
I wanted to be swept off my feet by a Prince, to get married and live happily
ever after, with a handful of children. Nowhere in my imagination did I think
I’d pay to lose my virginity, end up falling for the guy who fucked me, only to
find out he likes to tie up women and make them submit to him.’

‘You already submit to me, angel, in bed you
submit willingly. You just didn’t know your need for me to take charge had a
term. You were born for this, for me.’

‘Can we leave this room, I feel really
uncomfortable in here.’ I didn’t give him a chance to reply. I shot past him
and out of the only other door, to find myself in a massive open plan brick lined
space, with metal support poles and the same curved white ceiling. He had a
modern white gloss kitchen and island, a dining area, gaming area and a large
lounge at the end, with bi-fold doors onto a small balcony overlooking the
canal. I looked behind me as he followed me in, running a hand through his
hair.

‘Summer, this is just one side of me, a side you
don’t need to worry about. We haven’t even been on a proper date yet. Shouldn’t
we try that, before we worry about each other’s sexual preferences?’

‘Maybe,’ I replied, as my eyes took in the rest of
the room, clocking where the exit was. My heart told me to trust him, that he
wouldn’t really hurt me, that he wasn’t some kind of sexual deviant who carved
up women on his big cross after getting his sexual kinks and then sunk their
body parts in the canal, but my head told me I didn’t really know him at all.
Then again he could have murdered me last night and he hadn’t.

‘Go on a date with me, you can ask me any
questions and I promise to answer them truthfully.’

‘You’re saying you want to see me? Like a normal
boyfriend and girlfriend sort of thing?’ I asked as I looked back at him. He
was only wearing a pair of boxers and his hair was still damp and damn him, his
sexiness and raw appeal were getting to me already. Who was I kidding? He’d
already got to me. I’d never fallen in love before, but I had a feeling that
this was what it would feel like. I was falling for him way too hard and fast
and that terrified me even more than the prospect of his future sexual
preferences.

‘I guess … I guess I am,’ he nodded, as if it were
a surprise to him.

‘What if I had some stipulations that you had to
agree to?’

‘Such as?’ he asked, as he folded his arms across
his chest in a defensive manner. He must know what was coming, surely he hadn’t
thought that I’d be ok to continue to see him while he had sex with other
women?

‘I don’t share.’

‘Neither do I.’

‘I’m not currently seeing anyone else and if we
were going to try this I wouldn’t see anyone in the future.’

‘Neither would I,’ he retorted.

‘So we’re agreed that you’ll give up your
escorting?’

‘Who said anything about giving that up?’ he
asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

‘You are joking, right?’ I asked, not completely
sure if he was or not.

‘No,’ came his fast response.

‘So you want me to agree to go out with you,
exclusively, but you still get to sleep around?’

‘I’m not sleeping around. I’m just doing my job.’

‘Your job is having sex with women for money, I’m
not ok with that, Logan.’ I looked at him hurt, how could he possibly think I’d
be ok with that? That
anyone
would be?

‘Ok then, I’ll give up my job if you give up
yours.’

‘Meaning?’

‘You mess around with Daron, you want me to stop
doing the same, you have to do it too. I don’t want anyone touching you, kissing
you or seeing your breasts, let alone naked. We date, you’re mine.’

‘It’s just a job,’ I replied rolling my eyes. I
quite liked that he felt so possessive over me, that he wanted me all to
himself, just like I wanted him. He still didn’t have a right to tell me that I
had to give up faking sex on screen, not when he expected to carry on doing far
worse. ‘I’m faking it.’

‘So am I, what’s the difference?’ he asked,
looking at me as if I were stupid.

‘You’re … Oooo you’re so bloody infuriating,’ I
hissed, anger firing me up. ‘You expect me to give up my career, something I’ve
worked really hard at, while you still get to sleep with other women, touch
their bodies and kiss them?’