“Perfect,” Logan said. He gathered her to his muscular chest and held her.
Gasping for breath and in the next, sobbing, she clutched his arms. That was a release she hadn’t known she needed
“Thanks,” Harper said in his neck, his fresh scent becoming so familiar to her, a touchstone of comfort and warmth.
“You make my cock so hard, Kitten. Want to go further?”
She couldn’t help glancing over at the thumper and the nipple clips that were on the end of the bed. Logan laughed, running his hand through her hair.
“Yes!” Harper said, her hands reaching for the button of his dress shirt.
His mouth came around hers, his hands running along her shrit and in the next moment, they were both shirtless. Harper’s fingers wet to the enclosure of her demi bra.
“Yes, let me see your gorgeous breasts.”
Harper knew her face was flaming as she cupped her hands under her breasts for him.
Logan’s firm hands came around her waist, and he set her on her feet.
Logan picked up the nipple clamps, and ran them along her neck, over one of her breasts and then the other. The coolness of the metal made her shiver.
Bringing a hand around her waist, he pressed her to him, his muscles rippling under his smooth skin.
His hands on either side of her ribcage made her giggle, and she moved to swat him away.
“I remember how ticklish you are,” Logan said, grabbing her hand and kissing it. “God, you’re beautiful.” The next moment, he was kneeling in front of her, his lips were hot on her nipple, as he took it hard in his mouth and his fingers rolled the other one.
Her hands pressed down on his shoulders as he switched to the other nipple, the nipple clamps hanging from his other hand ominously. “Logan,” she breathed, feeling desire stir deep inside her again.
As he slid on the clamp, she whimpered when the cold teeth bit into her nipple.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“I like the pressure,” she said, as her pussy gushed.
“Good,” Logan said as he pulled on the chain.
She stood on her tiptoes, feeling the sensation of the clamp spread.
“You tell me if they get too much,” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” Harper replied.
“Turn around, Kitten, and keep your hands at your sides,” Logan said, picking up the thumper.
Willing her muscles to relax as she pressed her feet hard onto the floor, Harper focused on a black and white framed photograph of a mountain above the headboard on the wall.
“Ouch!” she yelled as Logan swung the thumper at the back of her calf. But it was the surprise that made her cry out. It wasn’t pain, but a delicious thud. “More please,” Harper said.
“You got it.” She could hear the smile in his voice.
The strike of the thumper on her other calf took her by surprise. And she squealed as Logan reached around and tugged on the chain between her nipples.
“That’s...good,” she moaned.
Laughing, Logan struck her ass with the thumper, each blow coming on the middle of her ass and as he got into a rhythm, that floaty feeling began to consume her.
The repetitive, thudding sensation was almost better than his hand spanking her. Each time it contacted the backs of her calves, under her sit spot, the pleasure built in her, almost bringing her to an orgasm.
