“You taste so damn good,” he growls against me, voice ragged. “Sweet. Addictive. Filthy in the best way.”
His tongue works in slow, wet strokes, and just when I think I can’t take any more, he adds his fingers. One slides inside me, then two, curling just right, while his tongue keeps up its sinful rhythm.
My hands twitch against the restraints. I want to grab his hair. Pull him closer.Anchor myselfsomehow. But all I can do is feel.
Every thrust. Every flick. Every dirty word he murmurs between strokes of his tongue.
He groans low as he slides his fingers deeper, curling them just right, while his tongue works in tandem—slow, then fast, then a maddening tease, like he knows exactly how to make me beg without saying a word.
The clamps on my nipples pull tight with every breath, every shift of my hips. The mix of pleasure and pressure is almost unbearable—in the best possible way.
“God,” I pant, head pressing back into the pillow, heart thundering. “I can’t handle it.”
“Yes, you can,” he murmurs against me. “You’re doing so good for me. So fucking sweet. Sowet.Just let go a little more.”
My whole body is trembling now. I’m spread wide, bound and blindfolded, completely at his mercy. And loving every second.
“You gonna come for me?” he asks, noticing my movements. His voice is hot silk and sin, and that deep timbreslays me. “While your pretty little nipples are clamped tight and my tongue is buried in this perfect pussy?”
The filthy words send a jolt through me. I cry out, the orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.
My thighs clench. My back arches. My breath stutters and breaks.
“GoodGod, Logan. How are you…”
My ability to speak trails off as I come hard. I unravel around his fingers, his mouth, and the pressure of those damn clamps that somehow pushed me over the edge.
And through it all, he doesn’t stop. Just rides it out with me, tongue still coaxing, fingers slowing but firm, holding me right at the edge until I’m gasping and barely tethered to the mattress.
When he finally pulls back, I feel his breath on my inner thigh, warm and smug.
“You taste like heaven, Cassie,” he says, lips brushing my skin. “And I’m just getting started.”
He hovers over me, and I feel his hands trailing down my flushed, trembling body as he carefully releases the clamps—one, then the other.
The blood rushes back hot and fast, and I cry out as the sting melts straight into raw, aching need. His thumb brushes slow circles over my nipple, soothing and stoking all at once.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, like it’s a secret. “You take pain like it’s pleasure.”
Then I hear it. The soft, wicked hum of the vibratoras he flips the switch.
“Logan…” I breathe.
But he’s already sliding it between my legs. I jolt, gasping, the pulse of it hitting just right, relentless and perfect.
“You love this, don’t you?” he says, voice low and rough. “Being teased. Worshipped.”
“Yes.” I nod. I feel so wild and helpless with Logan.
But it’s not enough.
“I want to see you,” I whisper, barely audible. The vibrations are too much to take.
For a moment, he says nothing. Then he reaches up and slowly lifts the blindfold and turns the vibrator off with the remote.
Light floods in. And him…God.
He’s standing at the edge of the bed, naked now, broad and cut, his cock thick and hard and heavy between his thighs. My breath catches. He’s pure sin. And I want all of it.
