As he licked her, each touch of his tongue shoved her back into need until her legs shook uncontrollably.
Oh God, please, just a tiny bit more. Don't stop
. His tongue teased her, increasing the intense burn.
Her body tightened as her climax approached, and her hips pushed forward as far as the strap allowed.
He stopped again.
No
. Her clit felt so tight and swollen, it throbbed with every beat of her pulse. And she couldn't hold back a whimper. “Pleeeese.”
He didn't answer.
She lifted her head to look down at him.
He sat between her legs, the sun gleaming off his tanned shoulders. When he met her gaze, the corners of his eyes crinkled. He set one callused hand on her thigh and squeezed.
The sensation shot straight to her clit, making it worse. Everything he did made it worse, but he deliberately wasn't letting her come. Damn him! She let her head fall back onto the tree. She yanked at her restraints, wanting to be free, to get away from him. “I don't want to play this game anymo—”
Something circled her opening, then plunged into her, fast and hard. His finger.
Her nerves inside shot awake like an electric current. “Aaah!” Her loud voice startled her, and she tightened her lips.
Outside. Don't make noise.
He set his mouth on her, licking mercilessly along one side of her clit. When his tongue lifted, his long finger thrust in and out of her vagina, scraping against her inner labia. Another lick just at the edge, another glide of his finger through her swollen tissues.
Not enough. Never enough, and yet too much to let her arousal die. His finger and tongue worked her until she quivered at the precipice. Each exquisitely calculated touch strummed through her body, building sensation upon sensation until she couldn't think, could only tremble and strain for what seemed like forever. For that one final…
His mouth came down on her, pressing her clit between firm lips, his tongue swirling on top, even as he thrust two fingers into her.
The explosion of sheer pleasure crashed through her, and the blue sky seemed to splinter into bright white pieces. Her hips bucked futilely against the strap as wave after wave of ecstasy rippled from her center outward.
Before the echoes had died completely, Logan leaned forward, his lips closing on her clit. And this time he sucked gently and thrust two fingers into her.
Everything inside her contracted and then exploded again. She let out a long wailing cry as her insides spasmed around his moving fingers, as sensations rebounded through her with every tightening of his lips.
He drew it out until she was too exhausted to even moan.
Rising, he leaned against her, sandwiching her between his body and the tree trunk. Comforting her with his nearness.
She sighed and blinked at him. “I've never… That… Amazing.” Her voice didn't sound right, too husky. Her throat felt raw.
He propped his arms over her raised ones and took her mouth, silencing her. His lips tasted of her as he kissed her, slowly, tenderly.
Gratitude filled Rebecca at his gentleness. Despite the lethargy of her body, her feelings roiled like a storm inside her. Her world had changed in the last two days and even more just now. Who had she become? But when he kissed her, she knew she was Rebecca, who was experimenting with BDSM stuff, not someone she didn't know at all.
When he lifted his head, he cupped her cheek with a warm hand. “You are wonderful, little rebel,” he whispered. “Responsive and passionate. I have never enjoyed a woman so much.”
His words thrilled her. Passionate? Her? Then she frowned. “You didn't… How could you have enjoyed yourself?”
“Sweetheart, I like to take control as much as you are aroused by giving it.” He bit her shoulder, a sharp nip that sent a shock through her body. “To make you quiver, moan…” He gave her a wicked grin. “And scream.”
“Oh.” If she hadn't been held up by chains and the strap, she'd have been in a puddle at his feet. “Are you going to let me go now?”
The gleam growing in his eyes worried her. “No, little sub. Now I'm going to take you.” He held her eyes, and she could hear the zipper of his jeans and the crinkling sound of a condom wrapper. His warm hands stroked up her thighs and spread her folds. He eased a finger inside.
She gasped at the intimate touch, the slide over her oversensitive tissues.
“You're wet. You're spread open for me. I'm going to fuck you hard, Becca, and all you can do is take it.”
She could feel her insides clench at his words, and from the satisfied smile on his face, so could he. His finger slid out, and then his cock pressed against her core, sliding in her wetness, each graze of his hand across her clit making her jump. She looked down, trying to see.
“Keep your eyes on mine, Rebecca.” His voice was deep, his eyes piercing. And then he drove into her, farther and farther, his thickness pushing her open, filling her to discomfort. Her breathing turned ragged. A thrumming started in her head as his groin made contact with her overstimulated clit.
He eased out. The next surge back in made her gasp.
With a faint smile, he increased his speed, each thrust forceful enough to tighten the ropes on her ankles and press her against the tree trunk. He moved a hand down to fondle her breast. When he squeezed her nipple, pain and then disconcerting pleasure seared down toward her clit to be met by the sensations expanding outward from the rhythmic, intense pounding.
And suddenly, the erotic sensations turned into feverish need. Now with each thrust of his cock, his pelvis dragged over her clit, making her whole lower half burn with urgency. Her hips swiveled, trying to rub her pussy against him.
He chuckled. “All right. I think you've had enough frustration for one afternoon.” He reached down, and then knowing fingers stroked through her folds, rubbing to match the rhythm of his thrusts until everything in her surged with his movements, higher and higher. Her inside muscles clenched around him as he brought her to the peak.
“Come for me, Rebecca.” The command hit her ears as his fingers pinched her clit, and he plunged his cock deeply into her.
Pleasure exploded outward like fire, shooting from her core to her toes and her fingers, until her whole body shuddered. Her pelvis thrashed against his fingers.
With a deep laugh, he grasped her hips with ruthless hands and hammered into her, hard and fast. And then with a low growl, he pressed in so deep and far, she could feel the jerking of his release against her womb.
With a quiet sigh, he leaned back far enough to release her wrists, then remained on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the bunching of his muscles as he took some of his weight by resting his forearms over her head. His chest was hot and damp against her breasts, his face scratchy as he nuzzled her face and neck. When he lifted his head and took her lips, she opened to him, willing to give him whatever he wanted.
What a scary thought
. She'd never felt anything like this before. She'd never been so out of control. Out of control? Heck, she'd never gotten a chance to have any control even from the beginning; he'd done what he wanted all the way through. That thought sent a tremor through her, making her clench around him again.
He felt it and lifted his head. “You going to tell me what that thought was?”
“No.” She closed her eyes, wishing she could hide her face. What kind of person reveled in having someone else control them? The feeling of him looking at her was like warm sunlight, and his silence made her nervous. She sneaked a look.
His eyes were the blue of a winter sky as he laid his hand over her neck, just enough to let her feel his strength and the heat, and then he said in a rough, dark voice, “Next time, I'll tie you more open, so I can see all of your pussy.”
Her insides spasmed.
“I'll turn you over and hold you in place while I take you from behind.” His grip tightened infinitesimally.
Her vagina clamped down on his cock so hard, she moaned.
His eyes crinkled as he pressed a hard kiss to her lips. “You didn't need to answer me about your thoughts, pet. Your body gave it away.”
She could feel the flush heat her neck and her face as he chuckled.
* * * * *
They made it back to the lodge in the late afternoon. Logan unlocked the door to the stairway and nodded toward his quarters. “Go shower in my quarters; I'll use Jake's. It won't be long before your group returns.”
His little rebel wrinkled her nose at him, obviously not thrilled about eating with the swingers. When she got halfway up, he said, “Grab another flannel shirt from my closet.”
A soft laugh was his only answer. He watched her take the last few stairs, enjoying the view of her round ass in tight jeans. He hadn't taken her from behind yet, and his statement from the afternoon had embedded the vision in his mind. Sinking his fingers into her soft hips and pulling her back onto…
Logan frowned up the stairs. Right now, she'd disappeared into his rooms; soon she'd disappear for good. And he'd miss her. He already knew that.
This afternoon, after he'd released her from the restraints, they'd worked together on the trail. She had wanted to help, even though she'd obviously never done outdoor work in her life. She'd stop every now and again to really look at the forest, spotting the tiny shrew scrambling back under a log, the doe and fawn watching silently from some brush, the hummingbird hovering over the flowering red paintbrush. He'd heard her mutter more than once, “
I need my paints
.” She laughed easily and worked cheerfully, uncaring of her hands or clothing.
She'd disagreed over where rocks should go in a stream crossing and argued with him. Hands on her hips, face pink, and eyes sparkling. He'd turned as hard as the rocks they were discussing. She'd won the argument too.
Logan grinned, then sobered and rubbed his face. The rebel had ambushed him with her laughter and intelligence. With those green eyes full of wonder. And with her surrender to him.