Page 113 of Risky Game

I was on fire. My core was dripping. Throbbing with the need to be filled. Every time he shoved a finger inside of me, I pushed forward, nipples abraded against the soft fabric of his duvet, and yet he kept going. Kept working me, whispering how good of a girl I was, and then his fingers were gone and something harder was there.

He curled one hand around my shoulder. “Tell me if it hurts. I’ll go slow.”

“Please. Do it. Anything. Everything.” I was already mindless with pleasure and need, and I swore, if he so much as flicked my clit, I’d scream the heavens down.

He chuckled, brushed his hand up and down one of my cuffed arms, and slid the plug inside.

“Oh God,” I moaned, shoved my face to the bed, and bit down as he kept pushing. He pulled it out slowly, then pushed it in. He tortured me slowly, until there was a larger sting of pain and then relief.

“Fuck, I have never seen a sexier sight than you, Ruby. Cuffed. Plugged. I am going to fill you up and take you hard and fast, and I swear to you, you will love every minute.”

“Yes. Please,” I whined. “Logan.”

“Reason five,” he stated out of nowhere, and there was a sting on my ass as he smacked it. “Is not only that I think you’re sexy like this, but I love that we have this. I’ve never felt more like a man than when you give yourself to me like this. So thank you.”

He kissed my shoulder, and I turned my head so he could kiss my cheek. My jaw. He nipped at my ear again and then kept kissing me softly.

“I love this,” I whispered. “Love everything about the way you touch me.”

“Good. I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“God, you’re fucking perfect for me.”

I preened beneath him. Cuffed and plugged, and my toes barely touching the floor, I couldn’t move, but oh those words coming from him. And then he was there, one hand on my hip, the tip of his thick head pushed against my opening.

“Holy shit,” I chanted, over and over again, as he held me still at the hip and slid his dick inside of me. He was tight. So damn tight and with the plug inside of me, he was even tighter. I was full. Stuffed so full of him I’d never forget this. Never. “Fuck, I love this, Logan. Love… Love…”

He slammed inside of me. Hard. I didn’t need the slow. I kept chanting yes and I loved it as he seated himself deep inside of me. He bent down, and fuck that plug. Every time his dick brushed against that wall and shifted the plug, sparks of painful pleasure sent shockwaves through my body.

“Finish that,” he grunted and pulled out. “Tell me what you really love, and I’ll make you come so hard, Ruby.”

I couldn’t. I could barely remember my own name I was so lost in him and the things he was making me feel and all the sensations of his chest against my cuffed arms, the power of his thrusts and the damn plug that made my body burn with a pleasure I didn’t know possible.

“Say it, Ruby.”

“I love… I… I love you!” I screamed, unable to hold back as the orgasm shattered me. It came out of nowhere and everywhere all at once. It set my body on fire and I kept chanting it as he pounded into me.

He pushed off me, grabbed my hips with both his hands, and thrust once. Twice. Three more times until his own animalistic groan broke through and he slammed deep inside of me. His dick pulsed as he came, and his lips were at my neck.

Realization struck as I slowly came down, as he brought me back to reality with his gentle peppered kisses against my heated flesh.

“Logan…”

“Reason six,” he whispered, “of why I’ve fallen in love with you is not because you give me your body to use like this, but because you’re sweet and kind, and you make me laugh and you love my daughter and because when you’re not with me, I can’t wait for the minute I can see you again. I love everything about you, Ruby. Your heart and your body.”

“That’s a really long reason,” I whispered. He was still lodged inside of me, and I was still plugged, and I was barely conscious as his laugh rumbled against me and he slowly pulled out.

“I can think of a thousand more if you need them.”

I didn’t need a single reason from him.

“Hold still,” he said, and his voice was quiet. His hands first went to the handcuffs. He released them and rubbed my wrists before his palms went to my ass. He flicked at the plug, and it jolted inside of me. “Someday, when I have you all to myself for an entire day, I’m going to make you wear this plug and nothing else.”

“Oh God.” I buried my head back into his bed as a tremor rolled through me.

Logan’s response was a dark, evil chuckle. “I knew you’d like that.”

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