He paused. Damned if hearing her call, him Sir didn’t make his cock throb even harder. He nodded, and she stood. She moved slowly, pulling off his shirt then moving her hands to the top of his jeans. She drew his jeans down his legs and then did the same with his boxers, tugging them over each foot. Once he was naked, she knelt at his feet, staring at his cock.
“Sir, may I?”
“Not tonight,” he told her. Christ, the way he felt right now, he’d come as soon as her lips were around his shaft. He sat on the bed and patted his lap. Her mouth dropped open slightly.
“Over you go.”
“Um . . .”
“Savannah. Do you remember who’s in charge?” He made his voice firm.
She stood, her reluctance clear. She had ten seconds to get over his lap before he turned the pleasurable spanking he had planned into a punishment one.
“I just really don’t think I need that spanking anymore. I feel a lot more relaxed.”
He rubbed his hand over her butt. “But I’m in control, so I get to decide what you need, don’t I?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long if she kept being so sweetly submissive. He’d never been into BDSM. All those whips and paddles and rules kind of turned him off. But hearing Savannah call him Sir, watching her submit so beautifully, now that was a fucking turn-on.
He smacked his hand down sharply on her ass. He heard her gasp and felt her stiffen slightly. He made certain to cover her ass, turning it a delicious pink. His balls burned, the need to come was almost overwhelming.
He paused when he heard her breath hitch then rubbed his hand over her ass. “Spread your legs apart.”
“Sir?” She turned to look at him.
He raised his eyebrows. “Did you not hear me?”
“Oh, I heard you, I just . . . never mind.” She hastily turned back around and widened her legs. Smart girl.
He ran his finger up and down her slit. She was wet. Very wet. Just as he thought she’d be. He flicked her clit a few times, felt her relax even further.
Then he smacked her ass again.
“Oh. Oh!” she cried out. “Shit!”
He grinned. Yep, this was a hell of a lot of fun.
Logan thrust two fingers deep inside her and she clenched around him. It wasn’t enough. She wanted him inside her. He pulled his fingers out. Thrust them deep again. Holy hell.
Drawing them out, he smacked her ass again. The spanks were sharp and hard. These weren’t play spanks. But just as the pain was building, he’d pull back and tease her mercilessly.
“Logan. Logan, please,” she begged.
He rubbed her bottom. The heat filled her body, making her clit throb and ache. Oh, hell. Oh, hell.
“What do you call me?”
Oh, shit. Right.
“Sir.”
“Better. Much better.” He moved a finger down to her pussy, pushing just the tip inside her.
The man was a freaking sadist.
“Sir, please. I need more.” And from the feel of his hard cock pressing against her stomach, so did he.