Belong to Me
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Unable to keep her reaction in, she moaned.
“Nice,” Logan praised. “That’s an honest response.”
She bit her lip. Too honest.
Xander ran a finger through her very wet pussy. “She definitely likes that idea.”
“Remember, Cherry, no coming unless I say so.” He turned to Xander. “Blindfold her.”
Xander grinned as he went to the cabinet in the corner and came back toward her with something that looked like a black, lacy sleep mask.
She struggled, shaking her head. “I need to see what’s happening.”
“Remember your promise. You get no say in this scene, so you don’t need to know anything. I’m calling the shots.”
“If I can’t see, how will I understand the point of this exercise,” she improvised.
The truth was, being blindfolded and touched by both of them excited her and scared her spitless at once.
A sexy smile lifted Logan’s lips. “Trust me, you’ll get the point quickly. Xander, go.”
All too quickly, the mask settled over her eyes, and Tara was plunged into darkness. Immediately, she worked to tamp down her panic and focused in on her other senses. The cold air grazing her hard nipples and the wet folds of her heated flesh. Xander’s breath on her face as he hovered. The tangy taste of apprehension in her mouth. The rustling of clothing as Xander moved away, then returned. He brushed a thumb over her clit once, twice. The need in her belly twisted tighter. Again, he pulled away. A few moments later, a mechanical humming buzzed—just before he settled something that vibrated directly over her clit. It gave her a jolt of pleasure.
“Oh God,” she cried out.
“Is he hurting you?” Logan asked.
Xander moved the little device to one side of her clit, then another, awakening more nerves. Just when his stimulation of that spot made her desire spiral, he eased back over the hood and started the cycle all over again. He moved the toy around until the fire engulfed not just her greedy nerve-filled nub, but her very skin and blood. Tara’s sex clenched with aching emptiness. Every time Xander eased that little rubbery device over her, he made her arch, gasp, burn just a little bit more.
“Is he?” Logan demanded.
What was the question? Damn, she couldn’t recall, could only drown in desire.
“Is he hurting you?” Logan snapped. “I’m not going to ask again.”
“N-No.” She was panting now. There was no denying that orgasm was mere seconds away—all the more potent because Logan had demanded that a stranger, his friend, make her body want it.
Even so, some part of her didn’t want to climax for Xander. Instead, she wanted to beg Logan to touch her and drive her to ecstasy in his arms. It made no sense to want the conniving bastard, but the thought pushed her even closer to the edge. God, just another second . . .
“Stop,” Logan demanded.
Instantly, Xander lifted the device from her clit, then settled two stationary fingers over her plush, sensitive flesh. She shuddered, mewled.
“It’s hard and shuddering,” Xander said as if that excited the hell out of him.
Then his warm touch left her. The slide of leather told her that he’d stepped back.
“Excellent.” Logan sounded vastly pleased.
Later, she’d want to die of shame and clobber him, but now she ached too much. What sort of game was he playing? Trying to prove that he controlled her orgasm, and therefore, controlled her? The whole thing was so caveman . . . but knowing that she was helpless for him, that he would only give her pleasure when he deemed it, made her dangerously excited.
“No more.” She shook her head from side to side.
“We’re just getting started,” Logan vowed.
Xander—funny how she could already tell them apart—laughed in amusement.
The pair of them stepped away from the bed, their low voices unintelligible. Her body protested, clamoring for another touch, a bit more friction. Instead, a squeak, a whoosh, from her left. They’d opened the door to the cabinet in the corner again. What the hell else did Logan keep in there?
Tara feared that she was about to find out.
Moments later, Xander stepped close again. She could tell from his scent. He leaned in, brushed his lips against the skin between her shoulder and the swell of her breast. She gasped. It didn’t feel either good or bad, but rather shocked her with sensation.
Suddenly, there was a rustle of cloth, a thump, then Xander let loose a long-suffering sigh. Tara had no idea what to make of that. But she felt Xander approach again and braced herself. She could almost feel Logan watching intently.
This time, something cool and rubbery traced the wet, swollen lips of her pussy, coating it with her cream. Then Xander slipped it inside her. Plastic also touched her clit. Tara held her breath, not sure what to expect.
Her friends all talked about sex toys being a single girl’s best friend. Tara had never invested in any. Now she was paying the price because she had no idea what this thing was or what Xander planned to do.
She held her breath.
There was a little click, a nudge of the slippery gadget deeper into her. Then the torturous pleasure began. The little bit of plastic nestled against her clit began to vibrate, working the already stimulated bundle. Worse, this toy feathered across a sensitive spot inside the clasp of her pussy, and the second she felt that startling pleasure, she clamped down and cried out.
“That’s it,” Xander encouraged. “Oh, she likes having her G-spot stimulated. This is going to be fun.”
His voice rang with a naughty glee that made Tara both want more and fear more.
“Stick to the plan.” Logan sounded like he was gritting his teeth.
What plan?
“All right.” Xander sounded glum.
He began to rock the toy against all her most sensitive spots, a gentle back and forth that hyperfocused her pleasure until she gasped and arched and cried out. Helplessly, Tara clenched her fists, her body bowing as the need for orgasm stacked up into unrelieved torture. She bit her lip, trying desperately to keep herself together. Logan had forced Xander to stop last time her mewl had given her imminent orgasm away. Maybe if she stayed mute, he wouldn’t notice until it was too late.
The sensations crept up, wrenching, tightening, pounding through her. Her heart raced. She couldn’t keep the muscles of her shoulders, thighs, and butt from tensing. Almost there . . .
“Stop,” Logan demanded.
Xander snapped off the device.
“No!”
“You won’t be sneaking in an orgasm, Cherry. I ought to spank you for trying.”
“Don’t do this.” The plea was out of her mouth before she could stop it.
“What do you think I’m doing, exactly?” Logan asked.
Xander pulled the toy from the clinging depths of her body. In its place, his fingers slid through the slippery flesh between her legs, hovering near her clit, rubbing all around it, but never over it, never giving her enough stimulation to do anything but make her aware that they held her body—and her pleasure—in their hands.
“You’re keeping me on edge.”
“Yep. It’s a facet of edge play. I could do this all day, baby. How about you?”
Oh God, he was going to leave her like this, a pleading mass of nerves and need until she begged. “Bastard! You’re punishing me.”
“For walking out on me without permission or a single god damn word, maybe.”
And maybe she ought to be asking herself why she responded to this. Yes, Xander was exciting her body through the clever use of toys, but that wasn’t what aroused her half as much as knowing that Logan controlled her pleasure. Tara sensed that, as her desire grew frantic, his also rose to a fever pitch. That flipped her switch. What the hell did it mean?
After setting the toy down with a soft tap on the bedside table, Xander again walked away. This time, Logan stayed rooted in place. Tara felt his stare burn all over her. Her skin flared with heat, her breasts tightened, her clit tingled. God, with him looking at her, desiring her, she wasn’t coming off this arousal high.
“I get it,” she insisted. “Someone else is going to touch me. I’ve proven that I’m not a shrinking violet since Xander put his hand between my legs and I didn’t flinch.”
“That’s not the only purpose. A well-trained sub holds her orgasm until she’s given permission to release it, when it will please her Master most. Yesterday, you screamed and pleaded and came almost the moment I put my mouth on your pussy.”
She flushed. “Thanks for sharing that with Xander.”
“Privacy and modesty don’t belong in a BDSM club. Some Doms won’t tolerate you coming without permission. If you want to save Agent Miles and do this job properly, start focusing and stop worrying about what you can’t control. Are we clear?”
Again, Logan reminded her to closet the anger she felt toward him and focused her on her purpose. She’d promised to let go and she needed to live up to her end of the bargain.
“Yes, Logan.”
“Good girl. Xander?”
Instantly, Tara tensed. Round three; here it came. With her blindfold on, she had no idea what to expect. She shivered in both fear and anticipation, focusing on getting out of her body and head, and just letting whatever was going to happen, happen.
A wet tongue rolled over her taut nipple. Xander’s. The little point tightened even more. Tara breathed through the sensation, then again when he took the whole nipple in the heat of his mouth and sucked until she gasped, fists clenched.
Slowly, Xander released the hard point, only to repeat the process with the other nipple while twisting the other between a firm thumb and forefinger.
Against her will, her back arched in a silent plea for more.
A second later, he lifted away. Before she could process her disappointment and thrill that Logan was still watching intently, she felt twin shots of pain, one wrenching each of her nipples.
Tara gasped. “Oh God. I don’t . . . I can’t . . .”
“Breathe through the pain,” Logan demanded. “You can take it.”
Was he insane? “No.”
“Are you saying your safe word?”
She couldn’t take the easy way out. “No.”
“Then take the pain. For me.”
God, for some twisted reason, those words melted her. She felt helpless in a way she never had. She could do nothing but accept what he chose to give her. And for some damn reason, she didn’t want to let him down.
Since she couldn’t change it, she let in the pain. Slowly, the bite rolled through her system, settling into a smooth throb. The hurt lashed her pussy with a direct jolt of fire. She cried out.
“Do you want to come?” Logan asked.
“Yes!”
“Rephrase.”
“Yes, Logan! Please . . .”
A hand drifted over her stomach, fingers prowling lower until sure fingers slipped through her drenched folds and circled her clit. She knew by the touch and scent that it was Logan.
“Xander,” Logan prompted him, but no other explanation was forthcoming.
He caressed her breasts, tugging gently on the clamps. Tara bucked, begged. They both petted her, keeping her just shy of climax.
Tears leaked from her eyes as her body felt like a building storm. So many sensations piled on top of emotions. She couldn’t block them, couldn’t process them, couldn’t do anything but let them pour in.
Suddenly, Xander removed the clamps. Blood rushed back to her nipples in an uproar of tingles. And Logan’s fingers toyed with her clit again. Tara thrust and wriggled, trying to manipulate more pressure where she needed it.
Logan stopped instantly, then spanked her pussy lightly with the pads of his fingers. “Stop moving. No coming.”
Tara bit back a curse, nearly out of her mind with need. “What do you want from me?”
“Breathe, Cherry,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll start with your submission. We’ll talk about the rest later. Focus on holding back your orgasm.”
She clenched everything inside her to stop the pending climax. The sensation was so intense, it was like physical pain. She tried to gulp in deep breaths, calm herself. Slowly, it worked.
Tara unclenched her fists and dug her nails out of her palms. She eased her butt and thighs back to the bed, then forced her shoulders against the silk sheets. Another long exhalation later she hoped—prayed—that she had it under control.
The rip of Velcro and the easing of her restraints told her that she was free. Xander removed her mask. Together, they rubbed her wrists and ankles.
After a long minute, Logan edged his way in front of her and took her face in his hands. “You okay now, Cherry? Breathing and calm?”
“That’s it? You’re not going to let me come?”
With a shake of his head, Logan retrieved the silk robe and tossed at her. As she scrambled into it, he glanced at his watch. She couldn’t miss his tense shoulders and the sizeable erection behind his zipper.
“Training isn’t always going to feel good. It’s seventeen hundred. Go home. No masturbating or I’ll know, and your ass will be redder than . . . well, a cherry. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.” He shifted his gaze to Xander. “Don’t piss me off.”