He didn’t move as I came on him and milked him with my body. I heard his rapid breathing followed by a deliberate long, slow breath as if he had to even himself out.
“I could watch that again,” he said. His smooth skin was on mine, warm, our bare chests pressed together. I could feel the crisp fabric of his button-up shirt on my sides, like he’d undone his shirt but not removed it. Lips skimmed my pulse on my neck. “Would you like me to make you come again?”
“Yes,” I said, still shuddering with aftershocks of my orgasm. He started to move deep inside. With me, sometimes a second, smaller orgasm piggybacks on the first, and I could feel the tendrils of this second one tugging me along, pulling me back up.
“I have rules,” he said. “You don’t get to ask questions, no matter what.” His deliberately slow, indecent rhythm made me crazy with need. “Do you understand?”
It was already a house rule, so I didn’t struggle to answer. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He thrust into me once, harder, getting my attention.
“Yes, sir.”
He resumed his disciplined pace, sliding his flesh inside mine and building the desire to an alarming level. “Good. Rule two is you answer my questions, and you have to answer them honestly.”
I could do that, so I nodded quickly.
“The last rule is your body belongs to me, so that means your orgasms are mine. You don’t come without my permission.” His wet tongue dragged from one breast, down the valley between them, and on to the other one, circling the taut nipple. “There will be consequences if you break any rule.”
I gasped. Did he know I was already close?
“Understood?”
I swallowed a breath. Three rules, simple enough. “Yes, sir.”
He whispered it against my flesh, “Good.”
It was out of my mouth a second later. “I want permission to come.”
He laughed. His body was gone from mine so he was only touching me where we were joined. “Already? No.”
No? Why? My legs shook and wrapped around his back, trying to pull him in deeper. To pull him back to me.
“Do you like having my big cock in your pussy?”
I didn’t have to think about it. “Yes.”
“Then I think it’s time to lose the blindfold,” he said. “We’re both visual creatures.”
The room fell away and everything shifted horribly. His fingers slipped under the mask and eased it up, and even though it took my eyes a few blinks to adjust to the light, it didn’t matter, I already knew. I’d heard him use that phrase before.
“No,” I cried. No, no, no.
“Hello, Evelyn,” Logan said.
chapter
FIVE
Logan didn’t slow his pace. His large hands clamped down on my hips and braced me to the table when I tried to slide backward away from him.
“I don’t think so,” he said.
“Why?” My voice was as shattered as I felt. “How did you—”
“I believe that’s rule number one.”
In the low light and with my vision restored, I could see the thin sheen of sweat on his chest and defined abs. His mocha-colored brown hair was perfectly tousled. Tara was right. I had always thought he was attractive, but when I pushed his personality to the side, I could see he was undeniably hot. I squirmed under his hands, but all it did was create a seductive smile on his lips.