Twisted Love by Summer Cooper
4
Logan
Logan knew what she wanted the minute she slid down to the floor on her pretty knees. She wanted to blow his mind, and him, but that wasn’t what he wanted tonight. He knew she loved having him at her mercy, but tonight she’d be at his. That’s the thank you he wanted. That’s how he wanted it. That’s how he’d have it.
“Back against the wall, please.” He told her, his fingers trailing along the back of the chair she’d pushed back.
The smirk she threw over her shoulder was naughty, one that invited a nice swat on the bottom, but he’d let it go for now. He knew she’d end up in a delighted puddle at his feet if he gave her the spanking she wanted. He’d found out she loved the slaps against her firm ass during that first week they’d spent together but used it sparingly, as a treat and nothing more. He did enjoy the squeals and mewls of delight they produced though.
Tonight, he wanted to bring her to heel, to show her who was in charge and that it was most definitely him. Not her. “Take your dress off.”
She moved to pull the dress over her head revealing the firm tone of her body, a body that needed little exercise to stay just how he liked it. Not that any input from him would make her workout more, or less, she did as she pleased and he hated to admit it sometimes, but he liked that fact. Her body was hers, as it should be.
“No, leave the shoes on.” He instructed quickly when she made to step out of them. She did that on purpose, he just knew it. He frowned at her, but inside he was smiling. She knew how to play him.
“That’s it, leave them on.” His voice was little more than a whisper, but she heard him. He knew she had, even if she didn’t respond, because she stood back up straight against the wall for his inspection.
She took his breath away, leaving him to stand there staring at her in amazement. Normally, he would have been disappointed in a pair of plain cotton panties but the way the fabric hugged her hips and cradled her sweet pussy was just as sensual as any lace or silk panties could ever be. She didn’t hide her full breasts or pretend to be shy by looking away. Instead, she met his gaze directly until he looked down at her shoes. Those shoes did things to him, things he didn’t understand, but he didn’t care.
He had a feeling that direct gaze was still on him, but he was as unashamed as she was. He wanted her to know she was desired, that he wanted her, even if his brain told him he should be backing up, packing up, and heading back to California and far away from her. He was losing ground with himself, with the inner battle between the man who’d overcome all the odds and the boy that had only ever wanted to matter, to have a woman like Keily look at him just like she was looking at him now.
Finally, when she shifted slightly, he moved. Slowly, he walked up to her in the dim light she preferred in the dining room and traced his fingers up the left side of her waist. Smooth silky skin met his fingertips and he looked down at her. Even with the heels she still had to look up at him and that tinged his smile with perhaps a little too much superiority.
“Stay there, Keily. Don’t move unless I tell you to.” His voice rumbled enough to make her shiver, he noted, and that smile grew broader. Or maybe it was the words? She always wanted to be in control, to be the leader, but when he demanded she give in to him she became a kitten, ready to play.
“Yes, Logan.” She answered him, her face defiant, but he knew it was all part of the game. She’d scratch his back to shreds later, partly because she’d lost control, but mainly because she’d want to make sure he knew she’d been there. Every little scratch would be a reminder the next day, one he had to admit he liked too much.
“Stand still.” His fingers traced up her ribs to the full expanse of her right breast. His fingers gently stroked the delicate skin beneath the globe before they trailed up to tightly grip her nipple, a move she hadn’t expected. She’d expected gentle, appeasing, but not tonight.
Tonight, she’d get one surprise after the other.
He applied more pressure to the tender flesh, and she hissed, but it wasn’t in protest. The moan that came after the hiss told him that. Her back arched, pushing her breasts higher into the air, and he couldn’t refuse the invitation. He kept his fingers on her right nipple as his teeth clamped around the left one.
“Logan.” She gasped his name as if the word had been spoken without her notice and he knew it probably had. She loved having her nipples teased and the harder the better. Not always, but most of the time, Keily was a woman that thrived on having her nipples teased mercilessly.
With his free hand against her stomach, Logan continued to tease her, but the bite turned to suckling as his fingers moved lower. Her breaths came tighter, closer together, as the hand slid down to the very edge of her panties. That breath caught in her throat when he stopped moving his hand and sucked harder on her nipple.
“Please, Logan.” Keily’s plea was followed by movement from her hips, only a slight hitch, but enough to draw his attention.
He was as hard as a rock, ready to plunge into her, but he waited. He could handle himself, he could handle the pain, because he knew he’d be deep inside her soon enough. When she’d come apart all over his face.
“What do you want, Keily? Tell me.” He demanded but she only shook her head against the wall, so he took back the nipple he’d allowed to pop out of his mouth.
“Fuck you, Logan.” She panted, but didn’t say anything more.
His only reply was to brush his fingertips against her abdomen, just above her panties, until she shuddered against him. She took it as the warning it was, play along or you don’t get what you want. He smiled against her breast when she whimpered a sound that he knew was her acceptance. She’d still argue with him, one way or another, but she’d answer his demands now.
“I want to come, Logan, don’t make me wait.” The words came out in pants and he knew she hated the weakness she couldn’t fight. She wanted him, just as he wanted her, and neither one of them could help it. Or stop it, it would seem.
“All you had to do was ask.” He said hotly against her breast.
He immediately knelt down in front of her, pushed her feet apart, and kissed her abdomen. He allowed the edge of his fingers to tug only slightly at the bottom hem of her panties, near the warmest part of her, as he brushed another kiss below her belly button. “You are so delicious, baby.”
“Just shut up and get your face in there, Logan.” She answered with a growl of her own and he smirked at the feral quality of her voice.
“Now, now, kitten, don’t get in too much of a hurry because I mean to take my time and make sure this is done right.” He answered with a chuckle before he hooked his thumb into the top of the cotton material and tugged it down.
She moved to let him slide the panties off before she settled back against the wall, still in the heels. Her feet were planted apart, enough room for him to explore as he pleased, and explore he would. With his hands clasped around her outer thighs, he moved closer to her. So slowly he could barely stand it himself, he moved towards the dewy lips of her opening. They folded beautifully over the hidden flower inside, inviting his lips to part the folds.
He kissed the edge of the slit that separated her folds before he pushed his tongue into it, to taste her fragrant, delicious taste against his tongue. It was a heady taste, a taste he’d never forget and wanted to taste a million more times. He moaned against her as his tongue became saturated with her flavor, his head buzzing with pleasure. When he found the tiny hill that was her clit, he flattened his tongue out until she groaned and buried her fingers in his hair.
That was the spot, the place where he could so easily become lost in the wet heat of her desire, but he’d found it and would stay honed in on it until she sank to the floor. His desire to prolong her torture was forgotten the second her fingers tugged at his hair and her ass tilted to give him better access.
Logan worked his tongue on her, in tight circles that would get her off fast and hard. He was eager to get inside her but that wasn’t what drove him. The need to hear her gasp as she came was a wild force that took his control, that made him act to quickly make her come. His fingers clutched tightly, almost bruising her thighs, something else she liked, and he’d give her whatever she wanted as long as it brought him what he needed. If she wanted that hint, that thrill of pain, he’d give it to her.
He loved the sensation of her silky thighs against his cheeks, the heady scent of her right there in his face, easily lapped up onto his tongue. Everything about this woman turned him on and he lost himself when he was so intimately close to her. And when he heard her responses, the way she gasped or panted at his touch, it nearly made him lose his mind.
But he had to get her off first. That was his mission.
“That’s so good, Logan.” She groaned. She was close then, he knew it.
Her hips jerked in time with his tongue as he slowly tongued her clit, then sucked her. Hard.
Her legs began to quiver, and her hips thrust against his face sporadically. With his strong fingers buried in the fleshy globes of her ass, Logan held her there on his lips as he sucked harder.
“Logan, fuck, Logan, please, I’m so close.” The woman of his dreams begged.
He moved a finger on her ass until he found the spot that would send her over the edge. He could thrust his finger into her there, but he knew the tease of it was what she wanted. Oh, she’d get off if he slid his finger into her ass, but the tease of not doing that made her nearly scream with pleasure.
A quick glance up showed him tight nipples, ready for his tongue, a mouth open as her body tensed around his face, ready for his cock. She responded to his slightest touch, be it his breath, or his mouth, his fingers, or his cock, and she loved having him touching, inside, every inch of her. Oh yes, he’d had, and would have, every part of her, but he knew, deep down that, it would never be enough.
She was like a drug he wanted to quit but couldn’t. He’d started this as a game, as a way to regain some of the pride he’d lost as a kid, but it had become something he couldn’t control, not always. He was a grown man, he knew that, and knew that his pride had been salvaged a long time ago, but the minute he’d seen Keily’s application on his desk he knew he had to have her, to make her the one that paid for all the pain and humiliation he’d endured back when he was a geeky kid without a friend.
Now, he seemed to be the one paying the price, but it was a price he loved paying. Her essence flooded his mouth as she came apart above him, her body now a writhing snake but he held on, he drove her higher until she groaned loudly, in capitulation.
He held on as wave after wave of pleasure made her body dance in sensual abandon. He wanted to film it so he could watch her at his leisure, to see every emotion that crossed her face. She probably wouldn’t agree so he hadn’t bothered to ask her.
When her body went limp and she tugged at his hair he leaned back and looked up at her. “Done?”
“You’re going to kill me one of these days. My head’s just going to blow right off.” She sank down to the floor, her eyes on his, full of sated happiness.
“I’m not sure how I’d explain that to the authorities.” He answered and pulled at her hand until she stood back up. “We aren’t done.”
“Mm, you’re determined to find out what you’d say to them then, aren’t you?” She leaned into him, her lips hovering just below his. Her heavy-lidded eyes looked into his, full of filthy promises he knew she could keep.
“I might be, but right now, all I’m interested in is getting inside of you.” He guided her back to the table. She marched in front of him on unsteady legs until her thighs met the edge of the table. “Lean over.”
He thought she’d give some witty rebuttal. Instead, she leaned over until her hips were at just the right angle, the heels still on her beautiful feet. He loved the curves of her body, the way her full hips pinched in to form her waist. He clasped his left hand around her waist as he guided his cock to her entrance, the black towel he’d had tucked around his waist was long forgotten on the floor.
He wasn’t thinking anymore, only feeling. What he felt most was desire, a need to feel the way her walls clung to him, sucked him in. He needed the way he lost his own mind when he was deep inside of her and she made all those lovely sounds he loved so much. She moaned when he sank into her, a sound of encouragement and delight. He gave an answering groan, clenched his other hand around the other side of her waist, and jerked her hips back to his.
“Like that, Logan, just like that.” She demanded, and he answered, pounding into her as he jerked her hips back onto him over and over again.
Logan lost all control, her every word, sound, and movement a goad to lose himself in her. So he did just that. She started to pulse around him, her walls fluttering around his shaft to stroke every drop of his pleasure from his body. He groaned her name as he came apart, totally lost in the only woman he should have never touched.
