Page 10 of Ride With Me
“And flogging?” His face brushed my cheek as he spoke low in my ear.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
A slow, steady pattern began to trace over my back, the thick leather tails of the flogger hitting with just the right pressure—not painful, but just enough to sensitize my skin.
I let out a moan as the strokes got firmer. The thud of the heavy leather was almost a like a massage across my back. I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for some pressure on my clit.
The flogger dropped to the ground with a loud thud. Logan’s large hand pressed over my mound. I arched into him with a groan. I needed more.
“You’re amazing, love. I’m going to turn the lights down even lower. May I remove your pants for you? I promise not to ask about anything.”
The rope and his words had me in a state of pure bliss. I needed him, even trusted him. He’d take care of me. “Mmmm. Yes. Please. Sir.”
Logan’d fingers hooked into the waistband of my pants and peeled them down over my knees, then all the way off. He pressed his hand back in that spot—so close, not close enough—and ran his fingers over my damp underwear.
“Can these go, too, doll?”
I nodded, murmuring a soft yes as he drew the panties down my body.
Logan’s hands traced the inside of my legs, coaxing them gently apart as he reached the apex of my thighs. I couldn’t hold back my moan when he ran a finger along my slit, separating the folds. When he slipped one finger inside me, I bucked against his hand.
“Oh, doll, you’re so hot. So wet.”
He moved his hand, leaving me empty for a minute before a length of rope rubbed against my exposed leg. He twisted it around one leg, then the other. As the rope tightened, my legs widened even more. He tightened little by little with each knot, making sure each was snug but not too tight.
My head spun with arousal. The security of the bonds had me feeling like I was flying.
He tied a final knot, then his hand was back between my legs. His fingers ran along the side of my clit, not quite touching it.
“Fuck!” I gasped as two fingers pressed inside me.
Logan’s hand stilled. “You okay, doll?”
“Oh, god, Sir, yes, I’m good. So good. Please, more.” I groaned as his fingers moved inside me. His thumb settled on my clit, pressing waves of pleasure through me. His fingers curled inside me until they found my G spot, then pressed against it. I shook in my bonds as my pussy clenched around his fingers. He pressed hard against my clit while his other hand found my nipple and pinched it between two fingers.
The small bite of pain pushed me over the edge and I came hard, riding his hand through the waves of pleasure.
As the orgasm subsided I let myself hang limp in the bonds. Logan moved around me, releasing my arms, then legs as he cut through the rope and removed my blindfold. He tugged my arms around his shoulders. I collapsed against him.
A soft blanket wrapped around me. I snuggled into it—and him—in a haze. This was what I’d wanted for so long. His touch, his mastery of my body.
And the fact that he hadn’t said a word about the deep scar that indented my right thigh, all the way from my hip bone to just above my knee.
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Savannah
“Backwithme,love?”Logan’s voice rumbled through me as I came back to earth.
I nodded. My cheeks were warm, so I was probably blushing as usual, or maybe it was just that post-orgasm flush.
“I’m going to ask you some questions, doll. You don’t need to look at me, and you answer only what you want to. If you can’t, or don’t want to, answer something, you just tell me ‘I’m not ready to share’. Got it?”
I nodded, stiffening slightly. I tried to keep my breath even. What was he planning to ask me?
Logan’s hand ran over my back in circles. “Did you enjoy that scene?”
My muscles relaxed a bit. I could handle that. “Yes, Sir.”
