THE PLEASURE OF HIS PUNISHMENT : THE COMPLETE COLLECTION (10 EROTIC SEX STORIES OF SEXUAL SUBMISSION) (3 page)

His hands slid up to her back and he rolled her over with one smooth motion.  He was above her, covering her, blanketing her in heat.  

She was wild with need, his firm member still inside of her. "Fuck me, Logan.  I need you."

His blazing gaze met her vulnerable, pleading eyes.  He looked dazed as he whispered, "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

His mouth met hers, his tongue melting and stroking into her mouth has his tongue entwined with hers.  His hands moved under her ass to pull her into his hard strokes as his cock pummeled her relentlessly.   

Oh. God.
Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms encircled his back, trying to bring him closer to her.  Her mind was oblivious to anything but their sweaty bodies, his thrusting tongue and his driving, plunging cock. 

"I need to come, Logan,  Fuck me.  It feels so good."  Her voice was desperate, dripping with need, her body ready to go up in flames. 

He pulled his mouth from hers.  She could feel his hot breath hitting the side of her face.  His breathing was ragged.  "You will, baby."

He reached one hand between their bodies while his other hand held her ass.  He slipped his fingers into her wet heat, caressing her slippery clit. He applied pressure, stroking the bud furiously. 

"Yes, Logan.  Yes."  She was screaming and panting, feeling her climax upon her.  It was all so much.  Her hands clenched his back, her nails biting into his skin. 

He pumped harder.  Deeper.  Faster.

Holly's muscles tensed, her body pulsing as she came.  She moaned as her release slammed into her, stunning her as her channel squeezed his slamming cock.   

Logan's mouth captured her moans, kissing her with a passion she had never felt before. 

He followed her over the edge as his body trembled.  He buried himself inside of her to his balls,  streaming his scorching fluid deep inside of her.  She tightened her arms around his neck, still riding along with him, her spasms milking his cock.

As they caught their breath, Logan rolled off of her and pulled her tightly against him.  "That was incredible."  His breath was slowing, but still ragged and warm against her neck. 

Holly felt dazed, overwhelmed.  "Yes.  Yes, it was."  Her voice came in a baffled whisper. 

Incredible. Sensational. Awesome.  Mind-blowing.  I feel all of those things and it's terrifying. 

They laid like that for quite some time, neither one speaking.  Logan held her firmly in his arms.  Her eyes drooped, wanting to close and rest, but she forced them open.  She was fairly certain Logan had fallen asleep, his breathing deep and even. 

She edged away from him, feeling the silk of his sheets slide over her nude body as she shimmied towards the edge of the bed. 

A firm arm reached out and grasped her around the waist.  "Oh no, you don't.  I've waited forever to have you here.  You aren't leaving that quickly."  Logan's voice was husky.  He pulled her back against him.

"Logan...you got what you wanted.  I need to go."  Her voice and body were both trembling.  She had to get away from this, from him.  

Logan propped himself up on this hand and rolled her to face him, his arm still resting firmly around her waist.  "Why?"

It was a simple question.  She didn't have a simple answer.  "Listen, Logan.  I moved here two years ago to put my life back together after spending five years in an abusive relationship.  He was an alcoholic.  I don't do casual sex.  He was the only man I had ever been with."  She blurted out the words breathlessly, feeling panicked by the intensity of her emotions. 

He looked at her, his eyes brimming with sadness as he answered, "I'm sorry, Holly.  I'm sorry I pushed you.”  He kissed her forehead before he sighed and continued, “I saw the cat.  I knew what you were doing, but you nearly took ten years off of my life.  My adrenaline was pumping with fear.  You could have been killed.  I've always liked you which is why I ask you out nearly every time I'm here, even though you keep refusing.  I've always wanted you and I took what I wanted.  I wasn't thinking about your needs." 

She shot him a impish smile, "I think you took care of my needs extremely well.  I don't regret it, Logan, even if I didn't particularly care for your tactics.  It was liberating.  I've never...I haven't ever..." she flushed as her voice trailed off. 

"You've never had an orgasm?"  He sounded astonished. 

"No.  Only if I do it myself."  She answered simply, surprised at how easy it was to talk to Logan about something so personal.  "And I've never been asked what I wanted.  I've never told a man what I needed."

He pulled her into him...holding her securely but tenderly.  "So would you go out with me, Holly.  Give me a chance?"

"I don't do casual sex, Logan.  Even though I'm glad this happened, we can't do it again,” she answered firmly. 

"Do you think I do casual sex?  I don’t want casual sex."  He didn't wait for her to answer before continuing.  "I haven't been with a woman for a year and a half.  I've worked eighteen hour days for the last ten years building my company.  Before that I busted my ass to get through college.  I bought this house about the same time you moved here because I needed a place to retreat.  I need something more from life than work.  I asked you out because you were the first woman I've really wanted to be with for a very long time." 

Holly let that information sink in.  This didn’t sound like the playboy billionaire she had thought spent his days and nights partying and mingling with the rich and famous.   She really hadn't been fair.  She had judged him solely on the amount of money he made, leaping to conclusions with absolutely no evidence.  He had money…lots of money…but he had obviously paid the price to obtain his success.  

"You're right, Logan.  I really don't know you,"  she answered honestly. 

He slid his hands along her back, comforting her.  "Then get to know me, Holly.  I'm really not the type of guy who blackmails women into his bed."

Damn it!  He really was irresistible.  Logan Chandler could probably be the very devil sometimes with his forceful personality, but she had a feeling he really did have a good heart.

She could feel his hard erection against her leg, reminding her of some of his other charms.

It’s time, Holly.  Logan Chandler might be worth the risk.  

She smiled.  He was definitely not a man she’d have to fix.  He was already quite a guy.  But…

"About the blackmail..."  she purred into his ear as she rubbed herself suggestively against him.

"Yes?"  His voice was cautious, but his eyes were hungry. 

"My dad was a big believer of the old adage that you don't get mad...you get even.  You deserve the same treatment that you gave me."  She shot him a sly look as she ran her hand down his muscular chest and abdomen. 

He grinned wickedly as he understood her meaning.  "Blackmail me, Holly.  Please." 

"You're so easy,"  she laughed lightly as she moved her lips closer to his.

"For you...always," he groaned as his mouth captured hers. 

She blackmailed him for the rest of the night...and they both enjoyed every moment of it.

Tory Price locked the front door of the library with a long, contented sigh.  Today was Friday, her favorite day of the week.  She had just finished seeing all of children out of the front door after "story time."  Tory was the "story lady” and there was nothing she loved more than taking the children to magical places through books and literature.   She was currently making her way through The Wizard Of Oz, one of her own favorites when she was a child. 

She went to straighten up the story area, breathing what she considered the smell of books as she made her way through the library. 

Tory loved her job as a librarian.  It had been a pretty logical career choice considering her passion for the written word.  Books were her first love and at the moment…her only love.  There was nothing better than curling up on the couch and getting taken away to another world where anything was possible.

Her mother worried that Tory was too introverted, lived too much of her life through books.  She had to admit that there might be some truth in her mom’s beliefs.   Unfortunately, Tory had never found anything that she enjoyed more than reading.  If she was engaging in some sort of escapism, then, so be it.  It had gotten her through what could have been a miserable childhood, being painfully shy and awkward.  As an adult, she did it because she found the world of fiction a hell of a lot more exciting than reality television. 

She stretched as she stood up from arranging pint-sized chairs.  As she turned to collect her belongings, dreaming of a bath and a good book, she caught a flash of black that stood out on a tiny, white table in the reading room. 

It was a wallet.  She scooped it up and examined it with a frown.  A really nice wallet, judging by the designer label she saw as she opened it to look for identification.  One hundred dollars cash, platinum credit cards, business cards.  Yes...finally....a driver's license. 

Tory almost dropped the wallet as she looked at the familiar face that looked back at her from the piece of plastic. 

Shit!  Not
him
. 

Lucas Duncan. The biggest financial donor to the city library and a  millionaire who had his finger in every pie in the city. 
The man who haunted her every fantasy,
she admitted to herself as she walked toward the desk, wallet in hand.  

Lucas Duncan brought his sister's son, his nephew, to "story time" every Friday evening.  His nephew Ernie adored him and looked at his "Uncle Luke" like he was a superhero.  Conversely, Lucas Duncan obviously was fond of his four-year-old, towhead nephew.  Tory reluctantly admitted he gave his time, affection and attention to his nephew with an enormous amount of patience and good humor.  

She started searching for a phone number after she arrived at the front desk, realizing she really should call him and let him know his wallet was here.   He must have pulled it out and left it during "story time” this evening.  She found his business card in the front pocket, deciding to try his cell phone since he seemed to always have it available whenever he was here.   

She shivered as her hand touched the phone, hesitating for a moment.  If only he didn't make her so...uncomfortable.  There was something about Lucas Duncan that unsettled her sometimes…and it wasn’t the fact that he had money.    

Why did he have to be so handsome?  Guys that looked like him made her nervous.  Or was it just
him
that made her edgy?  He was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, gorgeous man with a body that definitely spent some time enjoying vigorous, physical activities.  She flushed and wanted to fan herself as she imagined a few pleasurable physical activities she wouldn’t mind doing with him.      

Be honest, Tory.  You’re attracted to him.

Okay…so she was attracted…it didn’t matter.  Any woman with female hormones would find him attractive. So what if he had the looks of a mythological god and a great personality?    
 

Shit! Shit! Shit! 

She took her hand off of the phone and considered her options.  Tory sighed as she slumped into the chair behind the desk.  She had to call him.  If she had been the one that lost her purse, she would be frantic, wondering who had her credit cards, her identity…and Lucas had a lot more to lose than she did. 

There was no doubt in her mind why she was hesitating.  Lucas Duncan made her nervous....it was just that simple.  The intense way that he looked at her sometimes, the quiet invitations for coffee, drinks or dinner.  She had been fending off Lucas Duncan for close to a year and she wasn't sure how much longer she could refuse if he offered again.