Something stroked the length of her neck. It lacked the calloused roughness that she’d felt before, so she knew it wasn’t his fingers. It took her a moment to register that it was his tongue, bathing her with its moist heat, only to have the air cooling his trail as his mouth slid lower. The contrast of hot and cold caused her body to shiver.
And then his wicked tongue laved a circular path on her breast, each pass of it coming closer and closer to her nipple until it was finally there, jolting her into a sexual frenzy of need. Her muffled moan filled the room as she unsuccessfully tried to arch her nipple farther into his mouth. The ropes held tight, preventing even the smallest of movements. She was completely at his mercy, dependent on him for her pleasure, and apparently, he wasn’t going to rush it.
Even though she couldn’t see, she closed her eyes beneath the bandana, sinking even further into the experience. Her abdominal muscles clenched as he sucked her nipple farther into the cavern of his mouth, his teeth, tongue, and lips pulling and releasing, teasing and nibbling, sending waves of bliss permeating from her breasts to her pussy, until she was almost certain she would orgasm from that alone.
It had never been like this for her before. Sure, it always felt good when a guy used his mouth on her, but it was like comparing a typical downpour of rain to a hurricane. The wet proof of her arousal dripped out of her, her legs shaking from need. He was winding her up and up and up, just from the suction of his mouth on her nipple. As if he was enjoying every second of it, he made a humming sound in the back of his throat.
She almost couldn’t stand it. Muffled pleas for more fell from her lips, her head shaking back and forth. The ache in her pussy morphed into a pulsating blaze.
He released her nipple and worked his way over to the other one, beginning the tantalizing process all over again. His tongue was like a key to the engine of her pussy, revving her up.
She tried to buck, to squirm, to ease the building tension with a clench of her thighs, but all to no avail. Her brain went fuzzy, the normal pictures and thoughts running through her mind suddenly disappearing, leaving behind only a black slate with bursts of multicolored stars.
All too soon and not soon enough, Logan began gliding down her torso, nipping her sensitive skin along the way. “Fucking responsive as hell,” he murmured. “Just as I knew you’d be. Now let’s see if you taste as good as I’ve imagined.”
Her mind repeated one word over and over.
Yes, yes, yes.
Until now, she’d never really craved a man’s mouth on her pussy.
“Ever taste yourself, Tiger?” He caressed the skin above her slit. “I bet you haven’t.” His tongue dipped into her channel, sampling her. “I’m not gonna give you bullshit about you tasting like honey or peaches or some crap like that. You don’t taste sweet. You’re like a hot exotic spice on my tongue. So I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this pussy right now and you’re just gonna lie there and take everything I give to you.”
She jerked, crying out when his fingers rubbed on each side of the hood of her clitoris. And when his lips sucked it into his mouth, her entire body bowed. Deprived of most of her senses, she indulged in the sensation of touch, hypersensitive to every ridge and bump of his rough-yet-gentle tongue as he languidly caressed her exposed bud with it. Nothing . . . nothing had ever felt so exquisite. That was until his fingers breached her entrance and slowly began pumping in and out of her. She bit down on her gag, her arms quaking from the intensity of pleasure coursing through her.
Her toes curled into the comforter as Logan continued to stroke her clit with his tongue, the stubble that had grown in on his face in the past day rubbing against her exposed folds. A fire blazed deep in her pussy, building stronger and stronger with each pass of his tongue and quickening thrust of his fingers. Dizzy and breathless, she felt as if it was whirling like a spinning top. She dangled on the precipice of climax, her muscles growing rigid before she plunged over the edge, waves of ecstasy flowing outward from her pussy to every part of her body.
Logan had not only delivered on his promise, he’d surpassed her expectations. She’d never come like that. Didn’t even know it was possible. What did it mean? Would she require a massage and bondage every time in order to achieve orgasm? Was she truly submissive?
The thoughts flitted through her mind before scattering away like a feather on the wind. Murmuring words of praise, Logan released the bindings on her hands and rubbed her wrists then removed the gag from her mouth. She wanted to say something to tell him she appreciated the care he’d shown her tonight. Tell him thank you.
But before she could find the right words, her mind quieted. The last thought she had was that Logan would prove more dangerous than the FBI chasing after them.
Chapter Eleven
SHE’D ACTUALLY SLEPT.
The bright sun streamed through the window blinds, hitting Rachel’s face. She stared at the digital clock, shocked it was after eight in the morning. The last thing she remembered was Logan removing the bindings from her after she’d experienced an orgasm that had made all the other ones she’d had before pale in comparison.
What did that say about her?
In her head, she knew that didn’t make her weak. She would never, ever associate that word with Kate, who was collared by Jaxon. During the day, Kate ran a successful law practice and battled for the rights of those discriminated against, but at night, she surrendered to her lover, enjoying the bite of the whip. Kate was the strongest woman she knew.
A twinge of remorse unfurled in Rachel’s chest. She wasn’t the only one who thought that about Kate. Last night, she’d ignored the fact that the man who licked greedily at her pussy was in love with her best friend, but now, in the stark light of morning, the knowledge rushed back into her like a tidal wave.
She couldn’t help feeling like second best.
It didn’t matter because it wasn’t going to happen again.
She’d promised him her submission until they cleared their names, but if all went well, they’d figure out how to do that today when they found Leopold at the port. By tonight, she might finally have the story to catapult her career to the next step—New York. It was everything she’d been working toward for the past ten years. Every long night studying in the library, every time she’d run errands for the news producer at the station, every man she’d screwed or screwed over to get the information she needed. All of it would prove worth it when she became an anchor at a big-market news station.
She’d miss her Thursday bar nights with her friends, but she had no other reason to stay in Michigan. Hell, she lived only three miles from her parents, and she never saw them or her siblings. She had few ties and no personal entanglements to complicate her life, and that’s exactly how she wanted it. No one would ever tell her how to live her life again, even a Dom as sexy as Logan.
She rolled out of bed then picked up her pants off the floor. After putting them on, she snagged a T-shirt from Logan’s go-bag and slipped it over her head, tying off the bottom edge to make it fit better. Although others might consider her high-maintenance, she didn’t require much. But clean clothes, deodorant, and a toothbrush were absolute must-haves she needed to survive this ordeal.
Swinging open the door to search out Logan, she found Walter instead waiting for her in the hall and crouched down to pet him. “Hey, boy. Want to take me to Logan?”
The dog turned and waddled away as if he understood her question. Laughing, she trailed him down the stairs, hearing voices and the clacking sound of keystrokes on a computer’s keyboard as she neared the landing.