When he let her have her lip back, she ran her tongue over the sensitive spot he’d inflicted. Passion and excitement, New Sophie reminded her. By this time tomorrow he might be sinking his teeth into Regan, but right now, it’s you he wants to play with. You’ve been perusing the playbook online long enough. Give him a game he won’t forget. A particularly unforgettable scene from the Eve’s Closet website leaped to her mind. One where Eve tempted Adam with a hell of a lot more than an apple. There’d been a blindfold, and a leather strap, and a heck of a lot of…compliance.
“Logan, don’t let my shy, unassuming exterior fool you into thinking I’m harmless. I have a bold, aggressive side.”
“Then what’s the problem? Maybe you don’t think you can handle me?”
Her chin came up. “I may not be the most experienced woman alive, but I know how to handle you. I’ve read all sorts of information about how to deal with bad boys.”
The enticing little groove appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Prove it.”
Chapter Six
Logan led Sophie to his room. He spent a heady moment considering exactly what he’d do to her once he got her alone, but as soon as he shut the door behind them, she turned to him with her hands on her hips and said, “Take off your shoes and go stand in the corner.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I warned you not to push me, but you did. Now you’re going to get the lesson you asked for.”
She looked sexy as hell, standing there all stern and irritated. “Sophie, are you going to…discipline me?” For some crazy reason, the idea got his blood pumping. Power games usually didn’t interest him, but the thought of her calling the shots, and more specifically, her getting turned on by the fantasy of being in complete and total control of the proceedings, made him want to give her the illusion.
“Does that worry you? Maybe you can’t handle what I have in mind?”
Oh yeah, stern Sophie definitely did it for him. She wanted to feel like a boss? No problem. “I’ve got no worries.” He toed off his shoes and then walked to a corner of his suite, by the bed.
“Take off your shirt and face the wall,” she instructed and took something out of his closet. He complied, but craned his neck to watch her approach, and recognized one of his neckties in her hand. His pulse kicked up a beat at the sight of her devouring every inch of his bare skin with her eyes, and winding the silk around her fists. Twisting it. Untwisting it. Pulling it taut.
“Turn around and be still.”
“That’s one of my favorite ties.”
She placed it over his eyes, like a blindfold, and then knotted it tight at the back of his head. “That’s a shame. I doubt you’ll look at it quite the same way after this.”
The blindfold thing wasn’t going to work for him. He wanted to see her, damn it. “How long do you expect me to keep this on?”
“The question you need to ask yourself is, ‘How long can I take it?’ Your hands are free. Remove it whenever you feel too…dominated.”
Yeah, not in this lifetime. He lowered his hands.
“Unbuckle your belt.”
Okay, that gave him pause. “This ‘information’ you’ve read—did it by any chance involve a red room?” He pulled the leather from around his waist and held it out.
Cool, slim fingers took the belt from him. “Maybe.” She snapped the belt, and the crack of leather against leather echoed around the suite. The noise sent a shiver along his spine. “Take off your jeans and underwear.”
God help him, his cock jumped to attention. His hands nearly shook as he tugged at the buttons along his fly. Finally, he got them all undone. He shoved the jeans and briefs down, and kicked his feet free of the tangle of clothes.
“Good.” Her voice was softer now, and he could tell she was taking in the view. Enjoying it. She ran the edge of the belt across his shoulder, down his back, trailed the stiff leather strip over his ass. His skin tightened, in part because of the sensation and in part because he imagined her gaze followed the path of the leather. “Now stroke yourself for me.”
“What?”
The belt moved lower, between his thighs, and grazed his balls. He groaned. She shifted position until he sensed her standing at his side. Next thing he knew, the belt trailed along his shaft. He nearly groaned again. “Stroke yourself for me,” she repeated, infusing a brook-no-arguments tone into the instruction. “Since you’re such an expert on self-service, and so quick to accuse me of doing it wrong, I’m going to require a demonstration.”
“This would work better if I demonstrated on you, dontcha think?”
“That remains to be seen. Show me you know what you’re doing when it comes to you.”
“You’re going to watch me jerk off?” He wasn’t sure how he felt about the plan, but his dick throbbed eagerly—the exhibitionist.
“For starters.” She moved the belt around to his ass again, used the edge to trace a design along the sensitized skin. “Do you need some incentive, Logan?”
He wrapped his fist around the base of his cock. He was so hard, so brutally sensitive, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t come right then and there. “Do you need to give me some incentive?”
“That’s entirely dependent on you.”
Right. “Let me just ask one last thing, for clarity’s sake.” He found he couldn’t quite hold still. Release hovered too close. He braced a hand on the wall in front of him and pumped his hips just a little, sliding his shaft inside the tight channel of his fist.
“Ask away.” The belt bounced lightly against his bobbing hips.
“Why are you punishing me?”
She was quiet for a long moment. The only sound in the room was the rough whisper of his hand working his dick. Finally, she said, “For making me want you.”
A drop of pre-come welled at the tip of his cock, burned there like liquid nitrogen. He swiped it with his palm, used it as lubricant as he moved his hand back down his shaft. “If it’s any consolation, I want you, too.”
“It’s not.”
“Okay then.” He planted his feet and rested his forehead against wall. “Do what you gotta do. But then it’s going to be my turn, and while you might hate how much you want me, by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be thanking me at the top of your lungs.”
The sound of her running the belt through her hand served as her response. His mind conjured a picture of her carefully aligning the edges of the folded leather into a perfect strap.
His muscles quivered with anticipation, and just like that, he was clinging to a rock face, inches from the summit, hanging by his fingertips over a thousand-foot drop. Same exact sensations—adrenaline, euphoria, and a heightened awareness that the path ahead of him would test his mental and physical strength.
The belt slapped his ass. Hard.
“Jesus—”
“Oh my God.” Sophie’s cool palm splayed over his abused skin and her voice, full of contrition, filled his ear. “I’ve never done this before. I didn’t mean to hit you so hard. Your poor backside…”
He breathed through the pain, but couldn’t hold back a sound as the sharp sting diffused into a low burn. Gentle fingers smoothed over his aggrieved nerve endings, adding another layer to the experience, and drawing him closer to the pinnacle.
“I don’t want your apology,” he managed through overtaxed lungs. “I want to know if you liked it. Did this excite you? Does taking a strap to my ass get you hot?”
“I…yes. It did.” Her breathless words were barely a whisper, but somehow he heard her over the roar of the impending orgasm gathering force in this body. The hesitant confession wound everything inside him even tighter.
“More excited than anything you imagined this morning on your own?”
“Y-yes.”
Now he was glad for the blindfold, because he didn’t think she’d have answered if he’d been staring her down. But her reluctant honesty inched him even closer to the edge. “Do it again.” His hand raced
over his cock, fast and furious.
“Logan—I don’t want to hurt you.”
He shook his head, even though it might have been a wasted gesture. For all he knew she was staring at his ass, getting a shameful thrill out of seeing the mark she’d put on him. “It doesn’t hurt. It’s…” He shivered, unable to put the sensation into words…to articulate what driving her to do something so beyond her comfort zone did to him. Luring shy Sophie out of her polite little shell worked his shit on some primitive level, and damn if he didn’t want to feel that again. If she needed a push, so be it. He knew how to push.
“Do it. I fucking dare you.”
She took the dare.