Playing with Temptation (15 page)

Raina turned around to face him but didn’t move from where he’d left her standing by the bed. The fact that she was awaiting his direction pleased Logan immensely, and he didn’t hesitate to mete out his first demand.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered succinctly. “All of them.”

She gave him a slow, sensual smile and started with her red lace top. She pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor, then slipped out of her three-inch-high wedge sandals. Next, she shimmied out of her white, straight-leg jeans and added those to the growing pile, leaving her standing in a sheer, white lace bra and matching thong panties, which did little to conceal the rosy hue of her areolas and the enticing shadows at the V of her thighs.

With her long, wavy blonde hair tousled around her shoulders and her pure white lingerie, she looked like an angel—albeit a naughty, tempting one he was eager to corrupt.

“The bra, sugar,” he prompted in a deep, husky drawl.

She reached behind her back, unclasped the hooks, and let the bra slide down her arms to the carpet, proudly displaying a pair of gorgeous, firm breasts with pink, melt-in-his-mouth nipples he couldn’t wait to taste again.

He loved her confidence, that she could stand in front of him so openly and without reservation or embarrassment. Her lack of inhibition boded well for the more wicked things he had planned for her tonight.

“Your panties,” he said and held out his hand. “Take them off and give them to me.”

Arching an incredulous brow at him, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the barely there underwear and pushed them down her endlessly long legs and off. Seeing her completely and totally naked for the first time was like a sucker punch to his belly. His mouth went bone dry as he took her all in. She was stunning, with generous curves in all the right places and skin that looked so soft and supple…everywhere.

She tossed the scrap of lace at him, which landed on his chest since he’d been leering at her delectable body rather than paying attention to her throwing arm. “You keep taking my panties,” she accused in a tone more teasing than indignant. “This is the third pair. Just how kinky are you?”

The insinuation in her tone made him chuckle. “I’m not a cross-dresser, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He stood up and strolled slowly toward Raina, her panties in his hand.

“I’m so relieved.” Amusement laced her voice, but her gaze darkened with awareness as he neared. “So why do you keep stealing them?”

He brought the lace to his nose and inhaled her addicting, musky scent that went straight to his head and made his dick rock hard. “Because they smell like you.” Stopping behind her, he leaned in and brushed his lips against her ear. “And when I’m jacking off, like I did last night when I got home after finger fucking you on your dining table, I like to imagine you being there with me, that it’s your hand stroking my cock and making me come.”

She shivered, and from over her shoulder, Logan watched the tips of her breasts pucker into tight, firm points. Satisfied that his words had the desired effect on her, he tucked her panties into the front pocket of his jeans and placed his hands on the feminine swell of her hips. He moved closer, aligning the ridge of his denim-clad cock against her bare bottom and skimmed his fingers down to her sex, burrowing into the damp folds with a slow, gliding stroke that made her thighs tremble and a needy moan escape her lips.

“I can’t wait to see you completely spread open for me, panting and wet and eager,” he rasped along the side of her neck before lightly sinking his teeth into the tender skin there to mark her with a love bite, while his finger grazed her taut clit. “
Begging
.”

She whimpered, spread her legs farther apart to give his fingers more access, and rubbed her ass oh-so-temptingly against his erection. She lifted her arm and reached back, twining her fingers in his hair as her head fell back on his broad shoulder.

Enjoying her rising lust, and not done teasing her, he slowly slid his large, warm hands over her soft belly, then up along her rib cage. “I’m dying to taste your pussy, to lap up your sweet juices with my tongue. And just when you think I’ve wrung every last bit of pleasure out of you, I’m going to make you scream for more.”

Reaching her breasts, he lifted them in his palms. He scraped his thumbnails across her rigid nipples, then flicked the sensitive tips with his middle fingers,
hard
.

Her entire body jerked at the jolt of burning sensation he’d just inflicted, and she sucked in a shocked breath. He knew a bit of pain would heighten her response but wanted to make sure he hadn’t just surpassed her comfort zone.

“Too much?” he asked, even as he gently rubbed her sore nipples between his fingers to soothe the sting.

“I, uh, just wasn’t expecting you to do that,” she said breathlessly.

It wasn’t a complaint, and that was all he cared about. “Wouldn’t want tonight to be predictable,” he murmured and dropped his hands back down to his sides before giving her his first command. “Kneel on the bed, facing the wall.”

She settled on top of the mattress on her knees as he’d ordered, her spine straight and her hands resting on her thighs in a perfect submissive pose—not that he was going to inform her of that, he thought in amusement. She did exactly as he asked without argument or resistance so far, but there was no denying the sudden tension in her body because she knew it was the start of her giving herself, and her pleasure, over to him. For a woman who liked being on top and in control, it was a huge statement of trust, and it made him all the more determined to show her how good her eventual surrender could feel and be.

He reached into the black bag on the nightstand and withdrew a pair of leather bondage restraints with a long adjustable strap in between to allow a bit of movement between her arms, if needed. “Give me your hands.”

Again, she obeyed, lifting her arms to him in the sweetest offering. “I thought you’d use the handcuffs,” she said, a half smile on her lips.

He secured one of the leather cuffs, which was lined in soft velvet, then started on the other. “For what I have in mind, those metal handcuffs would chafe the tender skin on the insides of your wrists with all your thrashing.” Once the restraints were fastened, he splayed his hand on her spine. “Now lay just your upper body down on the mattress, hands above your head and knees spread a foot apart.”

As if realizing what a very vulnerable, sexual position that would put her in, she paused for a fraction of a second, exhaled a deep breath, and assumed the pose. He unclipped one of the straps, looped it through the slat in her headboard, then reattached it to the wrist cuff. Another quick adjustment had her arms stretched taut above her head. With her still on her knees, her back sloped downward, her delectable, bare ass was raised nice and high in the air.

Her flushed cheek rested on the floral comforter, her face toward him as he stood next to the bed, a heated awareness glowing in those deep, sultry blue eyes of hers. Logan’s dick throbbed like a fierce motherfucker at the erotic sight, and it was all he could do not to rip off his own clothes and take her fast and furiously to slake his building lust. Needing a moment to rein in his hunger, he reached out and ran his fingers through Raina’s soft, silky hair, brushing the long strands off her cheek and letting it spill like silk around her head.

Her lips parted on a soft sigh, her body relaxing only for a handful of seconds before he decided to ramp up the tension and begin the process of pushing her beyond any pleasure she’d ever experienced before. He stroked a hand along her spine, then up the graceful incline leading to the tantalizing globes of her ass, which he had some dirty, naughty plans for, he thought with a wicked grin.

Soon. Very soon.

He slid his fingers between the two halves of her bottom, following the crease until he came in contact with her slick, warm flesh. Her soft nether lips were already swollen with arousal, and he pushed one thick finger into her tight sheath, withdrew, then returned with two digits tunneling deep.

She closed her eyes, shuddered, and moaned.

Time to introduce the next surprise.

From the shopping bag, he pulled out a high-end spanking paddle—a strip of supple leather on one side and luxurious faux fur on the other. Two drastically different textures, depending on whether he wanted to mete out pain or pleasure—or a bit of both.

Using the soft, sensual side, he ran the plush pelt along her back, over her upturned bottom, and down the backs of her legs. He swept the silky material along the inside of her thighs, up one side and down the other, caressing her delicate skin and heightening her senses.

“Where do you keep your toys?” he asked, curious to know what kind of sexy devices she liked to use to enhance her pleasure.

Her lashes fluttered open, and a wary frown marred her brow, which wasn’t an emotion he wanted to see. “What…what toys?”

She was clearly hedging, and it earned her a sharp smack of the leather side of the paddle against her ass. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she instinctively yanked on her wrist restraints.

“Sugar, you own a sex toy shop,” he drawled as he stroked the soft fur over the red splotch forming on her smooth, pale backside. “I know you must have some playthings you like to use for a little added stimulation. You hesitate again, and I will double your punishment. Now, where do you keep your toys?”

She swallowed hard and answered quickly. “In the nightstand drawer.”

He slid the drawer open, impressed by the variety of items awaiting him inside. There were a wide array of traditional and more exotic vibrators and dildos in different sizes and shapes, clit stimulators, Ben Wa balls, lubes and lotions, anal toys, and even a few pairs of nipple clamps.

He grinned at her. “This is quite an assortment.”

Her cheeks turned a rosy shade of pink. “I need to know what the toys are like in order to effectively sell them.”

He felt like a kid in a proverbial candy store, but there was one item that intrigued him more than the others—a vibrating anal plug in a phallic shape that came with a remote—and he picked it up for her to see. “Do you like this toy?”

“I…” She bit her bottom lip, her face flushing crimson red because of what he was forcing her to admit. “Umm…”

He leveled two more firm swats to her ass that made her yelp. “Answer me, sugar.”

Her hands curled into the comforter above her head, her arms pulling on the sturdy shackles keeping her in place. “Yes!”

Thwack
. This smack landed on her thighs, just below her pussy. “Yes,
what
?”

“Sir,” she said on a catch of breath, immediately knowing what he was asking for. “Yes, I like that toy,
sir
!”

He awarded her obedience with a soft stroke of the fur against her searing flesh, and she moaned her gratitude. “Spread your legs wider,” he demanded as he prepped the toy with a generous amount of lubrication.

She widened her knees, giving him the access he needed to insert the penis-shaped plug inside of her back entrance. He watched the vibe slide deep, his own cock throbbing at the thought of taking her so intimately. Once the thick device was all the way in to the hilt, she arched, tensed, and whimpered, and a sudden curious possibility dawned on him.

“Has anyone ever fucked you here?” he asked, his voice sounding as though he’d just swallowed crushed glass.

She shook her head, panting. “No…sir.” She could barely get the words out.

Playing with a toy and experiencing the real deal were two totally different things—different sensations and different levels of pleasure—and he wanted to be the one to share that with her. “I’m looking forward to being the first.” Not tonight, but over time, he planned on having her every way imaginable.

He picked up the remote and switched it on, and the toy inside her vibrated to life with a soft buzzing sound. With a wild groan, she tossed her head back, her hips instinctively jolting against the humming device, her arms thrashing against the cuffs buckled around her wrists. There was no doubt in his mind that he’d just given her a nice little push toward what would eventually be a momentous orgasm,
when
he finally allowed her to climax.

“Oh, God, Logan…I need to come now,
please
.”

“Not yet.” He stroked the soft fur along her back, her bottom, and thighs in a mollifying caress, even as his own body pulsed with a furious need of its own. “We still have your punishment to deal with.”

“Punishment?” Her voice was as bewildered as the look in her glassy eyes. “What for? I said yes to dinner tomorrow night with your family.”

Yes, he had threatened her with a spanking in order to secure her agreement for dinner at his sister’s, but there was still the matter of chastising Raina for her defiant behavior the night they’d first met. “This disciplinary action has nothing to do with that. This is about you running out on me at The Players Club.”

Her mouth gaped open in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding!”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” He bent closer to her face so she could see the wicked grin that matched his equally shameless mood. “I think five firm swats with the leather side of this paddle should be sufficient penance.”

“
Seriously
?”

“Oh, I’m very serious,” he assured her and straightened, noting that she hadn’t said the safe word, which told him she wasn’t completely opposed to feeling the sting of the leather against her tender flesh. “In fact, make it
six
swats. Protest again, and I’ll keep raising the amount.” He positioned the flat side of the paddle right against her supple bottom. “Count them out loud, sugar.”

He swatted her ass, and the word “one” rushed out of her on a sharp gasp. Another landed on her thighs, and another came precariously close to her gleaming sex. In between each consecutive strike, he soothed the flash of heat with the faux fur. A bite of tingling pain, followed by a delicious stroke of pleasure…six times in a row. By the time he was done, she was quivering all over.