Beg for Me (Be for Me 2)

When he lifted away his eyes were bright with passion. With determination. He’d never looked so beautiful.

And she’d never felt so silenced.

She was utterly wordless when he looked at her like that.

Chapter Twenty-Six

#AllYouEverWanted

He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. The room was Logan-warm. The bed was already made with the covers pulled back, exposing white sheets. It had a wooden frame. Perfect to tether restraints to. Min swallowed, heat building inside her again. And nerves.

“Logan—”

“Shhh.” He tugged her to him. “Let me undress you.”

She kicked off her shoes, then he pulled her shirt over her head. Tenderly he unclasped her bra, pausing to kiss the flesh he’d exposed. He unfastened her jeans, then fell to his knees to slide them down her legs and off.

They’d had plenty of sex already, but this felt different. Somehow she felt more naked. She needed him to be too.

She reached for him, wanting to strip him. She swept her hands over his chest, smoothing a path over the ridges of his rock-hard abs, curled her fingers round the hem of his tee.

But he caught her hands. “I’m going to restrain you,” he muttered roughly. “It’s the only way.” He looked into her eyes. “You’ll let me?”

Would she let him do anything? She drew in a deep breath.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He picked her up, showing off his damn athletic skills, carried her to the bed and placed her in the very center. Before she could move, he knelt on the bed and straddled her.

Turned out the guy had silk cords in his pockets as well as that ball gag.

He kissed her, then took her hand. He kissed the pulse hammering on the inside of her wrist. Then he wound the soft tie around it, then bound her to the bed end. Slowly, deliberately, he took her other wrist and tethered that too so her arms were spread. He tested the tension.

“Not too tight?”

She shook her head.

All she wore now were her white panties. He didn’t take them off. He kissed her, touched her, running his hands the length of her legs, curving up and spreading to shape her hips, to span her ribcage, to cup her breasts. With every stroke it was like he set small flames alight, every inch of her skin heated.

Until he sat beside her, leaning over her and kissed her.

To her immense irritation he was still fully clothed, but there was something erotic about her being naked, while feeling the roughness of his clothing against her bared breasts. About being at his mercy.

Sweet mercy.

Because he kissed her, teased her, roused her again. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, invading her, deeply caressing until she felt dizzy. Until she felt almost unbearably open to him.

Close to him.

“I’m going to fuck you until you forget everything but me,” he told her. “Over and over until you can’t think anymore, until you can only feel. Until you can’t control a single part of your body.”

Her panties were saturated. She wanted this. But there was a part of her afraid. If she gave him this… if she let him…

He kissed her again. Hard. “I won’t settle for anything less than absolute surrender. Give in to it, Min.” He looked deep into her eyes. “To me.”

“And what d-d-do I get from you?” she whispered.

“This time? Absolute control,” he said simply. “I’ll stay in control. Because I’m here to please you.”

“I don’t want you to stay in control.” She blinked back the sudden tears of frustration. “I want you to have a good time too. I don’t want this to be so one-sided. I thought we’d moved on from that.” That she had.

He closed his eyes for a moment. “I do have a good time. Nothing is as awesome as seeing you sated, Min. I want to hear it too. I want you utterly freed.”

She just didn’t know if she could do that. That last hint of self-consciousness? It had been with her, her whole life. Always aware of how she sounded. Of what others might think.

“You hurt yourself when you try to hold back,” he said roughly. “You don’t need to do that with me. You don’t ever have to do that with me.”

He met her gaze—her eyes wide and watering, his focused and determined. Her breathing quickened.

“Just let me.” He kissed her, passionate, hungry. Kissed her until she sighed inside. Falling deep into that sensual delight. Only then it wasn’t his tongue in her mouth, it was something cold and rubbery tasting and it didn’t fit all the way in her mouth, but forced her jaw open. His fingers worked quickly at the back of her head, fastening the strap.

Experimentally she bit on the ball, it was soft and it wasn’t too big, but not small enough for her to choke on.

“No drooling,” he winked, carefully tying a slim white length of silk over the ball gag. “For your peace of mind. And you can breathe okay?” he asked.

She nodded. He was so full of care, it made her ache.

“I am having your hair loose, though,” he commented. “I want to touch it.”

He loosened the rest of her braid, spreading her hair over her shoulders, taking a moment to wind it around his wrists and tugging gently before unwinding it again. Playing, admiring, stroking it back from her face to kiss her.

She’d have smiled at him if she could. He did have his fetishes. And they made her feel good. Treasured. He stilled and leaned over her.

“So, my silent one.” He looked far too pleased for his own good. “Now we can play.”

Like he hadn’t been already?

Apparently not. Because he started all over again. Not just his hands massaging this time, but following through with his mouth, his tongue. His teeth.

“You taste so good,” he murmured.

She wanted him to taste her everywhere. Not just her neck and breasts and legs, but right there, in the very center of her.

But he seemed determined to bypass the area for now. Her hips lifted, she wanted him to strip her completely. Just to take her. She was that hot already.

“We’re not doing this fast,” he said lazily. “So you can just relax.”

Relax? Impossible.

She was too turned on. Too close.

He teased her, pressing his fingers against the white cotton of her panties. Bending over her, he looked up into her eyes, his smile wicked.

She bit down on the soft ball. Shaking her head, her teeth grinding into the silicone. Oh no, he wasn’t doing that to her again. He wasn’t making her come without even touching her skin to skin.

“You want me to touch you?”

Of course she freaking well did.

His fingers stroked. His mouth, burned, even through that cotton. Damn, it wasn’t enough. And she couldn’t tell him.

“Want me to take these off?” He fingered the leg band of her panties.

She whimpered, there was no other word for it.

He moved swiftly, straddling her, lifting his hands to cup her breasts again, to kiss them like he too couldn’t hold back. He cupped them, traced them, kissed them.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, rubbing his jaw against her softness. “I love it when you don’t wear a bra and I can see the outline of your nipples. They get so hard for me.”

Touch. She needed his touch everywhere. So needy.

He moved. Breathless, she stilled as slowly he peeled her panties down. She didn’t want him to stop, never wanted him to stop.

As soon as they were clear of her ankles, she spread her legs wide, digging her heels into the mattress to arch her hips, thrusting her sex towards him. Trying to tempt him the only way she could.

He sat back and looked down the length of her. She saw the wildness ignite in his eyes. He suddenly lunged, dropping down full length, grinding against her for a moment of sheer, raw bliss.

She hated that he wasn’t naked. Yet it was so erotic, so hot, as for a torturously few moments he thrust his hips against her. She could feel his ha

rdness under the rough denim.

She wanted to be able to growl. To yell at him in frustration. Tell him to get naked, now. She worked her jaw on the damn bouncy ball thing.

He met her eyes. He knew what she was thinking. But he said nothing.

He slowly lifted away, kneeling back to bend to her. She lifted her head, watched as he kissed the slightly reddened skin of her inner thighs.

So close. So gentle. So slow.

Finally his tongue teased inside her. Tickling. Not hard enough. Not fast enough.

She watched him through heavy lids. Never had she had a man so focused only on her. On pleasuring her. Yet he was deliberately holding back—giving her almost exactly what she wanted.

And he wasn’t going to give in, until she did.

She arched again. He responded.

Still not enough.

She’d cry if she wasn’t getting so pissed off.

Suddenly something unfurled within her. Not just lust, not just anger. Something animal. She growled, a low sound of frustration deep in her throat.

“Yeah?” He touched her deeper, faster.

Exactly what she wanted.

Her sigh of relief sounded.

That’s when she finally got it. Being gagged like this, there could be no speech. Only sound. Groans, moans, grunts.

As animal as she liked.