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There was a time when maybe Logan truly did want to hurt me. Out of anger, not lust.
But everything is different now.
I know if it ever gets too much for me, he’ll respect my safe word.
I just need him to understand how completely he has my consent, so that he’ll respect that too.
I drape an arm around his neck, grinding down on his cock as I lean forward, whispering the words against his lips. “Don’t ever feel bad about what turns you on. Not when it turns me on too. Not now that you’ve shown me what I was missing.”
Finally, he groans, sliding his hand up my bare back and loosening my hair from its knot. The thick blue and purple waves fall around both of us, and he tunnels his fingers through it, gripping the back of my skull.
Then he tugs my hair.
Hard.
“Fuck,” I gasp, rubbing my bare breasts against him as the sharp sting of pain in my scalp sends tendrils of heat winding down to my core.
“You do like this,” Logan says, his voice full of wonder. “Every time. I hurt you, and you… take it.”
“I don’t just take it.” I grind against him, my thong soaked. “I crave it. It adds something I didn’t even know I needed. And I’ve finally started to accept that it doesn’t make me a freak, not any more than it makes you a monster. It just makes us—”
“Good,” he whispers, releasing my hair and gripping my ass with both hands. He’s the one in control again now, and he rocks me over the thick shaft of his cock until I’m right on the verge of coming from that alone. “We’re good together, wildcat.”
“Damn right we are.”
Logan pulls away, lifting me off his lap and spreading his legs so I fit in between them.
Then he puts me on my knees.
He fists my hair again, tipping my head back as he looks down at me with smoldering eyes. “But we’ll be even better with my cock in your mouth.”
Despite the smolder, he says the words with a careful precision that reminds me I’m probably the only one he’s ever said such a thing to. And it’s hot as hell.
I lean forward, holding his gaze, and mouth his shaft through the denim.
The tight grip on my hair never loosens, but Logan’s eyes drop to half mast, the flush of arousal creeping up his neck and spreading over his cheeks.
“Unzip me.”
His voice is husky, deepening as he gives in to his desire, and the rough sound heightens my own.
I pull his cock out, then lick a long stripe up to the head before sucking it into my mouth.
Logan makes an obscene sound, fingers digging into my scalp as a flood of his salty flavor hits my tongue.
“More,” he rasps, hips snapping forward hard enough to gag me.
I moan and open wider, the effect I have on him like a drug I could easily get addicted to, but Logan catches himself and pulls back, wrapping a hand around his cock as it slides out of my mouth.
“You won’t be able to use your safe word if we do this,” he says, his fingers flexing and tugging my hair like he can’t quite find his usual restraint, despite the concern in his voice.
I look up at him, rubbing my cheek against his throbbing length. “Please. I want it.”
He starts to shake his head. “Riley…”
“I trust you,” I say quickly.
A punched out sound escapes him, and he closes his eyes, a tortured look on his face as another spurt of precum spills from his slit.
