“I have,” I breathed, and it was a lie.
“No, baby. You haven’t. I saw your face when I mentioned tying you up.” Logan leaned forward and kissed me. “You’re not ready, we’ll wait.”
He left the bed taking the scarf with him. The drawer opened, and the disappointment I felt was overwhelming. I did want this. I wanted him to have control. I needed to let go—completely. I wanted to wash away the bad memories with good ones, and Logan could do that.
“Okay.”
Logan turned.
“Please. I want to. I trust you, Logan.”
He walked back over to me and slid the silk over my wrists. I felt the desire swim through me to replace the fear. The smooth material caressed my skin like the tip of a feather as he glided it up each arm and then down again. It wasn’t rough and chafing, but soft and cool to my heated flesh.
He slowly wrapped the silk around my wrists above my head, but he didn’t tie them to the bed rungs like I thought he’d do. “You’re not ready for that. Another time.”
I was. I wanted whatever he wanted from me.
He stroked the side of my face. “I want you to submit and give all of yourself to me. Fear isn’t part of that.”
He slipped off the bed then began to undress, and I watched, aching to touch myself as each piece of clothing fell to the floor. Then he crawled up from the bottom of the bed, so his head was between my legs.
I was gripping the bed post so tight I heard it creak with my movements. I was arching toward him, wanting him to lick me, give me what I hungered for. What I needed.
“Stay still.” He ordered, and at the sound of his deep, resonate voice a wave of desire shot through me. He leaned closer, and I could feel his breath on my pu**y, scorching heat blazing so hot that I was ready to scream at him to just touch me. I knew my sweet torture would last longer though.
“You’re swollen and glistening. God, Emily. You’re mine. This pu**y is mine. Nothing touches it but me.”
“Honey. Please.” My knees were trembling so badly that he had to steady them with his hands around my ankles.
Then he spread my lips apart, and his tongue touched me. I moaned, sinking further into the bed as he began suckling deep and hard, then soft and sweet. Dragging my wetness upward with his tongue, and then swirling over me, he had my entire body arching to meet him.
Unable to touch, my hands were tied together, and Logan had complete control over my body; it was a release of pure ecstasy. A giving of myself to him, trusting him to do what I needed, what my body desired.
I was near exploding as two fingers drove inside me at the same time as he sucked hard on my clit. I screamed, arching, and he put his other hand on my stomach to keep me in place. He pulled his head back.
I moaned. “Oh God, Logan. Please.”
“Not yet. You will wait, Emily. Every time, unless I tell you otherwise.” Then he turned around and lay on his side beside me, his c**k inches from my mouth, so close I could’ve swept my tongue out and touched it. I wanted to, God, I wanted to taste it.
“You want this?” He gripped his c**k in his hand.
I nodded.
“Good. Because I’m giving it to you.” His knees came on either side of my head, and then he lowered until the tip of his c**k was touching my lips. “Open. Take all of me. I’m coming inside your mouth, baby.”
I opened, and his heated hardness came into my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around him tasting the sweet, salty pr**cum on the tip of my tongue.
He stiffened and groaned. “Oh f**k.” He settled further on top of me, and then I felt his hands pushing my legs open.
I sucked while he moved up and down, f**king my mouth while he drove his fingers inside me and licked and sucked until I was screaming inside, wanting release. Yet every time I got close, he backed off.
His balls hit my face as he pumped hard into my mouth again and again, and I knew he was close when he began sucking on me ruthlessly.
“Now, baby.”
I sucked his c**k hard, taking him deep into my throat, my wrists straining against the silk scarf as my body arched then reached its peak at the same time as I felt him stiffen. His c**k was deep in my mouth, and the spurt of his cum slipped down my throat. I swallowed and moaned and swallowed more as he came at the same time I did. It was beautiful and it was him giving me everything I wanted.
He pulled out then turned around and pulled me into his arms. “I love you, Eme.” He stroked my back then over my ass then up again until his hands undid the scarf, and I was finally able to touch him.
And with my hands on his chest feeling his heartbeat, and my head nested in the crook of his arm I fell asleep.
Chapter 28
“Mouse.”
I woke to Logan’s sexy voice, but it wasn’t beside me.
“The party has started. Let’s go, baby.”
“Shit. You let me sleep?”
“You needed it.”
I stretched like a cat after a good nap and felt the sweet soreness in my jaw and smiled. Damn, I’d never done anything so erotic as last night. The thought of Logan sent a wave of heat through me. A heat that filled my heart and made it feel—complete. And when I looked up at Logan standing at the end of the bed dressed in dark jeans and a purple pinstriped button-down dress shirt, I totally fell in love all over again.
I could lie here for hours and admire him with his delicious bedroom hair and purple shirt that showed off his russet eyes.
He frowned. I licked my lips.
God, I loved him. He looked so confident and self-assured even though tonight the band had to impress some big names in the music industry. I was probably more nervous than he was.