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Thank god, some small part of him thinks.

And then Robert’s hand settles over his tailbone, pressing Logan into the couch, his will focusing, coalescing like a storm fixated on Logan, and he has no choice but to give in.

Release.

The give is so deep and strong that he aches all over, steady wetness pouring out of him as his body surrenders. Robert massages his neck in firm strokes. The pleasure is relief. Hell, it might be the best thing he’s ever felt.

“Good,” Robert says, the dominance snapping, almost audible, and Logan gasps in a breath. It’s terrifying, so unlike anything he’s ever felt before that he wants to cry, run and hide. It’s too much. It’s awful.

He’s never felt so soft and good. He needs more. He can’t live without the terrible pleasure Robert just gave him.

Then Logan’s hard. Horribly hard. He grinds into the couch. “Please let me come?”

“Give me a little more then, Logan. Let it out.”

“What if I can’t?” he gasps, scared he’s going to disappoint his Dominant.

“You’ll come for me,” Robert says, low and warm. Absolutely certain. “You earned it, sweetheart. Do you want to give that to me or should I leave you now?”

He buries his face into the pillow. “Yes, Sir, give it to you,” he slurs.

“Jesus, I feel drunk,” Robert says, and Logan hums in pleasure because that’s a good thing. The weight increases, Robert’s dominance a tide that’s covering him once more.

Logan means to take a breath but it’s too late and he’s frozen still, heart pounding, sinking deep under Robert’s will. His muscles go even more lax and Robert’s grip changes, still on his neck andhard, but the palm of his other hand settles between Logan’s cheeks, on his hole through his clothing, just the heel of his hand over Logan’s hole, and he comes with a cry.

Well, he would, but he can’t. Robert hasn’t let him go yet. He can’t breathe, can’t come, can’t cry out. He’s dangling on the edge until Robert lets him fall. His dominance holds Logan suspended, dangling on the pinnacle.

“There,” Robert says, and Logan is free, hauling in a breath, plummeting to Earth, the orgasm ripping through him, brutal and endless.

“That’s so fucking good, Logan. What a perfect boy. Absolutely incredible,” he murmurs, sounding sincere and fond. His fingers work, massaging over Logan’s hole in small circles until he’s empty.

It’s too much, horribly intense.

And then it’s done and Logan is light as a feather, gently drifting down and down until he slips deep into the dark of his own submission.

11

Well, hell.

Logan is perfection. He’s the most beautiful submissive Robert has ever seen—the most beautifulpersonhe’s ever seen. His eyes are closed. His impossibly long lashes are still glinting with tears, his cheek flushed, and his lips parted and bitten red as Robert stares at his profile. He’d gone out abruptly with a little sigh, like the blowing out of a candle as he went from submission to surrender. His big body is laid out on the couch, Robert’s hands are still on Logan, and yet, it all feels unreal.

Robert’s shaking with how much he wants Logan. He wants to wake him up, drag him back to consciousness and climb inside his body. He wants to make him come endlessly, keep him suspended on that edge, trembling on the fine, pleasurable agony of his dominance until Logan can’t stand it. Then there’d be more tears and he could kiss them away.

Logan breathes easily now, in and out, so calm and soft that Robert wants to huddle close. With the brittle fear wiped away, Logan is all softness. It’s a revelation. RobertmadeLogan like this. Another revelation.

Robert took the fear and anxiety, the desperation and loneliness, hauled him through it, and this is the real Logan. How he should be. Logan’s real self is solid and calm, indomitable, his own strength and goodness radiating out of him. He isn’t a null. He’s submissive but he’s been so afraid and has used his rage to such good effect that he’s been able to repress and pretend.

Poor boy.

He’ll feel so good when he wakes up. Finally. Logan makes a soft sound, head tilting on the pillow, and Robert tries to stop thinking about how much he wants to fuck him. It should have been his cock sinking into Logan’s body that got him to come. The urge to wake him, strip him, tell him he wants to do it again, but this time be inside him, is the most selfish thought he’s ever had.

It’s awful.

He’s able to get his hand off Logan’s neck first.

Logan sighs at the loss, and something clenches near Robert’s heart, as if he’s lost something too. He stares at his hand on Logan’s ass. He just needs to take it away, that’s all. He pulls in a breath, lets it out and lifts his hand away, then straightens, standing over Logan’s lax body.

He’s unbearably hard.

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