Command Control

EARTH-SHATTERING BLISS, blast of pleasure, falling over the edge—the words rushed through her mind. She’d described dozens of orgasms in the pages of her books. But now, as the sensations rocked her body, none of the words fit. She’d ridden Logan to an orgasm that had left her speechless.

When the sensations started to recede, Sadie squeezed her eyes shut and collapsed onto Logan’s chest. Tracing his muscles, she ran her fingers over his arms until she brushed the ridiculous pink ribbon securing him to her bed. Seeing all that raw power under her control had pushed her to impossible heights, and the descent had been sweeter than anything she’d ever experienced.

Her face nestled in the crook of his neck, Sadie felt the rise and fall of Logan’s chest. This man wasn’t relaxed and sated. Not even close. Every inch of his body was taut, tense and rigid, struggling to lie still beneath her. Was he waiting for her orders?

Snap.

The bed shifted beneath them, rocked by the force of his arm breaking the ribbon.

“Logan?”

Another snap, and this time, he used the force to roll her body beneath his, without breaking their connection. His hips pinned her to the mattress, while his forearms kept his torso suspended above hers.

“Again, Sadie. I need to see you come again.”

He pushed into her, setting a rough and demanding rhythm. She met him thrust for thrust, arching up, letting her nipples brush against his

chest. The friction, his cock driving into her over and over, unrelenting, drew her closer and closer.

“Logan.” She held on to his shoulders. Her orgasm threatened to shatter her into pieces. Her body was still reeling from the last one. But this time, he hit someplace deep inside her that took her further than she’d ever imagined.

Slowly, when the pleasure released its all-consuming hold on her, she relaxed her grip on his shoulders. Above her, Logan stopped. She wondered if he’d come, but one look at his intense, grim expression said no.

“Again,” he demanded.

“No, I can’t,” she moaned, shaking her head side to side. Her body quaked inside and out with the aftershocks of her second orgasm.

He withdrew until she felt the head of his penis poised at her entrance. And then he drove back into her. “Again. One more time. For me, Sadie.”

“Logan,” she gasped as he teased her a second time, withdrawing until she felt empty and needy.

“Wrap your legs around me, Sadie.”

No longer caring who gave the orders, she did as he asked, opening up to him, allowing him to go deeper. She held on to him, watching as he thrust faster and harder, shaking the bed each time he pushed inside her.

He was so close, so ready to explode, but he was waiting. He was holding back. For her. Knowing that, she fell headfirst into another mind-blowing orgasm.

This time he let go. One last powerful thrust into her quivering body and he went still, moaning her name as he came.

Sadie held him, unwilling to break their connection. When the tension left his muscles, she drew him down to her, not caring that his weight practically crushed her. She felt him bury his face in her hair, and enjoyed the feel of his breath, slow and steady now, against her ear.

Eventually, he started to stir. He murmured something about the condom and then pushed up. She watched as he disposed of it and returned to bed. Lying down next to her, he gathered her into his arms.

“I’m sorry I broke your ribbons,” he said.

Her fingers danced over his sculpted abs. “Are you?”

“No. Watching you come blew my mind. I had to see it again.” He kissed the top of her head. “You can punish me later.”

Knowing her orgasms turned him on to the point he literally broke through his restraints sent little aftershocks through her from head to toe. This man—what he did to her, what he made her feel—she’d never been here before.

“I’ll have to find something stronger than ribbon,” she said softly.

He nodded, but didn’t say a word. Lifting her head she looked up at him. Asleep. Just like that. Sadie smiled, feeling the gentle, even rise and fall of his chest. She never would have guessed that trying to fulfill a man’s bedroom fantasies would reveal her own. She liked him bound to her bed, waiting to pleasure her. But when he’d turned all big, bad Alpha male on her, calling forth her orgasms like a god, that’s when something inside her clicked. She’d always wanted it to run both ways, but she’d never thought it would be possible. Until now.

“I like you,” she whispered, knowing he was too far gone to hear her. “So much more than I should.”

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