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After the limo disappeared, Logan led her to the stairs. As she put her foot on the first tread, his hand slid from the small of her back up underneath her dress. She froze, his hand now cupping one cheek of her ass. She became instantly aware of her lack of underwear.
“Is your ankle hurting?” he asked, leaning forward just a bit.
She shook her head, quivering when his palm slid across her bottom to cup her other cheek.
“Is there a problem with the stairs?” he asked, his hand again sliding.
She began to tremble and knew it would be a great idea to get inside her apartment before her legs gave out. “N-no, Sir.”
“Then, shall we continue?” he asked, his question breathed into her ear as he slipped a fingertip into the crevice of her ass.
How she managed to move she’d never know, but she took the first step and then another, his hand never stopping its slide back and forth across her bottom. She didn’t even attempt to unlock the door; her hands were shaking as she handed the key to him. Once inside, he locked the door and stepped closer, taking the shawl from her shoulders and dropping it onto the chair. Elizabeth’s heart moved into her throat as he walked her backwards until she was pressed against the wall.
He bent down, his lips kissing her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, before he moved to take her mouth. He kissed her so softly she wondered if he had actually touched her. When he used just the tip of his tongue to take tiny licks along her lower lip, and her legs began to shake, he repeated his earlier words, “We aren’t done… not by a very, very long shot.”
Logan kissed her until she was breathless, her body pinned by his much larger one, his erection evident, pressing into her as he held her against the wall. His hand ran up her back, the pearls pressing into her skin. Logan released her and moved back only a few inches. “From this moment until Master Daniel returns, you are mine; is that understood?” he asked.
She nodded her head, feeling the need to submit sweep over her with a force she had never known before. He tilted her head up until he could look into her eyes.
“I’m going to clarify it for you,” he said bending to kiss her once before he continued. “You will do as I say, exactly as I say. You will obey me in all things, or you will be punished. Your safe word will be ‘red’, exactly like the color of those incredible panties I have in my pocket. Do you understand,schatzlein? Is that enough clarity for you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her eyes lowering as expected from a proper submissive. She spoke again, surprising him. “Sir, may I ask a question?”
He nodded. “Yes, Elizabeth, you may,” he said, softly. “You may always ask questions, if done so respectfully. I will answer if I see fit.”
“Thank you, Sir. What doesschatzleinmean?” she asked, her heart pounding.
Logan smiled and reached out to lift her chin to bring her gaze to his. “That I will answer. It means, ‘little treasure’,” he said, smiling and kissing her softly.
Little treasure.
She was inexplicably honored and when he released her chin and stepped back, she knew it was time.
“Take off everything except the pearls, and stand at attention,” he said.
She was trembling but reached up to undo the clasp of her dress. Her hands took the straps and drew them down her body, baring her breasts. They were round and full, the aureoles a dusky rose, topped by strawberry-colored nipples that were already hard with her arousal. She pulled the dress down off her hips. Logan didn’t move as she slowly stepped out of the dress. She slipped out of her shoes and unhooked a stocking from the garter belt and rolled it down her leg before drawing it off her foot. She repeated the motion with her other stocking. She slowly slid the garter belt down and stepped from it, laying it aside, on top of the pile of clothing. Entirely nude, she stepped forward, aware of his gaze as she crossed her arms behind her back, her hands cupping opposite elbows. Legs spread shoulder-width apart, she stood with her back straight, her chest out, in order to present her breasts to her Dom. She wanted him to know beyond a doubt that she was not playing a game. Every inch of her being was proclaiming her as the submissive she wished to become for this incredible man.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Logan took his time, allowing his eyes to rove up and down her small frame. She was incredibly tiny compared to him, and the need to protect her grew. With her head bowed respectfully, he could not see her eyes but imagined them both bright with her expectation, as well as growing ever softer with desire. Her raven hair made her skin appear even paler. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples standing at attention. His hands ached to reach out and pull her toward him, but he knew he had to wait. She kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed in a sleek black triangle that guided his eyes directly to the very core of her femininity. Her arousal was already visible, glistening on the pale skin of her inner thighs. He knew he was looking at the evidence of her earlier need, a need that had been denied.
“Turn around slowly,” he said. Elizabeth’s head might be lowered, but he was able to see the blush bloom on her face. Her cheeks had grown steadily pinker as if she could actually feel his eyes on her body. She was stunning and had no reason to be embarrassed. Didn’t she realize that everything about her was calling to him like a siren’s song to a poor sailor on the open sea? The quickening rise and fall of her chest as her arousal grew, the hard beads of her nipples and the stickiness on her thighs. All of these served as compliments to him as her Dom. Each proved her desire for his attention.
“Turn around,” Logan said again, his tone alerting her that he didn’t appreciate repeating his order. “Show me that gorgeous ass I spanked.” As he’d predicted, her cheeks turned a darker shade of rose. She turned slowly, her arms remaining in position. Once turned, she trembled but otherwise remained still as he moved up behind her.
“I’ve wanted to do this all night,” he said softly. She inhaled sharply, most likely expecting his hands to cup her bottom again or perhaps wrap around to hold her breasts. Instead, he pulled the wooden pin from the clasp holding her hair. The silken strands flowed like a waterfall around her body. He watched them slide down her back as well as slip over her shoulders to cover her breasts. He smiled when her exhale held a hint of the softest moan, well aware that the sensation of her silky hair as it brushed against her skin must feel like a lover’s caress.
Logan stepped in front of her and reached to rearrange the necklace. He pulled the beads to hang down her front, laying between her breasts.
“Ebony and ivory,” he whispered, the iridescent white of the pearls contrasting sharply with the ink black of her hair. Her nipples furled tighter as he ran his fingers through her hair, combing the thick tresses. Logan smiled seeing the dark pink nipples peeking out between strands of her hair. “Or, perhaps, Neapolitan ice cream,” he said, running his fingers down a strand of her hair, “Chocolate.” Her body began to tremble as he slowly ran his finger across the pearls and then her pale skin, “Vanilla.” He waited a beat before murmuring, “Strawberry,” as his head bent, the tip of his tongue appearing to gently swipe across the surface of one taut nipple.
She moaned deeply, her nipple swelling, begging to be taken fully into his mouth. Logan smiled and put his finger under her chin to lift her eyes to his. Hers were shining, the pupils dilated, floating in a ring of the deepest verdant green he had ever seen. “Delicious,” he whispered, as he kissed her gently. She moaned again, arching against him. Logan stepped back, aware of how close she was to breaking position.
Logan moved her hair until it all hung down her back. He then gathered it all in one fist, slowly circling his wrist until he had the length wrapped it around his hand. With a firm tug, he pulled her head back, forcing her body to bow until she was struggling to maintain her pose. His mouth descended onto hers, and she whimpered deep in her throat as he took possession of her. It wasn’t the soft, teasing kiss of a moment ago. This kiss demanded she open her lips to allow him entry. His tongue pushed inside to explore her mouth completely, to touch and tangle with her own. He could feel her trembling intensify and tightened his hold around her. When he released her mouth, she immediately lowered her eyes, but not before he saw the struggle within them. He wanted her to struggle, wanted her to reach the point where she screamed for him to take her, to fuck her, to make her his. He was determined to earn the honor of hearing her voice.
She was breathing hard when he released her to slip off his tux jacket. Dropping it on top of the pile of clothing she’d removed, he returned to stand before her. He knew she was shaken, trying to maintain her position. He knew she was aching with the desire to find the release that had been denied her in the car. He also knew he would stick to his plan no matter what she thought she needed. Logan reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the red bracelets from the club. Elizabeth obediently gave him her hands when ordered. He pressed the bracelet into her palm before guiding them once more behind her back.
He slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He knew she was watching from lowered eyes as he slowly dragged the zipper down. “On your knees,” he ordered, and she gracefully lowered herself, her arms still held behind her.
