Chapter 15
I stared at the handcrafted paddle hanging on the wall in Logan’s bedroom. It was so pretty. I’d been warned that it wouldn’t feel pretty, but I didn’t care. I wanted to know what kind of marks it would leave on my butt. Logan wrapped his arms around me, kissing my temple and tugging me backward.
“I’m not using that paddle, babygirl. Take your clothes off and sit on the bed.”
“May I pick?”
“Maybe. Do what you were told, and we’ll see what kind of mood I’m in.”
“This isn’t a punishment, Sir.”
“Not right now, it’s not.”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes and quickly stripped down to nothing but my lacey caged-back panties. They were forest green with tiny white vines snaking along my curves. Logan gestured toward the garment. I licked my lips, watching his eyes on mine and sat.
“Did I say remove everything except your panties, Karsyn?”
“No, Sir.” I danced my underwear to my ankles and kicked them off to join my lounge pants on the floor. He nodded approvingly.
“Do you like thuddier sensations or something stingier?”
I shrugged. “It’s not that I don’t want to answer you, Logan, but I don’t want to think. I was so caught up in my head and writing those letters drained every drop of energy I had left. Plus, I quit my job. I have no idea how I’m going to–”
“Shh. Okay. I can see you’re way more overwhelmed than I thought you were. Turn around and get on all fours.”
I obeyed, sinking into a deeper state of submission. Logan kissed my right shoulder blade, then trailed kisses down to my tailbone. By the time he slapped his palm against my ass, I mewled. Dominance oozed from every pore in his body, turning me on and relaxing me at the same time. Logan lifted my hair, securing a ponytail. I wondered if he had naughtier things in mind than a spanking. He slapped both of my ass cheeks several times in fast succession.
“Oh! Please, Sir?”
“Please what, babygirl?”
I glanced over my shoulder. “Please keep going?”
“Don’t worry. I’m nowhere near done with you.” Logan lifted a riding crop.
“Never mind, Sir. Please just fuck me instead?”
He cracked it across the expanse of my behind and I screeched. I wasn’t being funny. Kendall told me a lot of stories after I started dating Logan. She’d warned me that the way he wielded a crop would make even the most seasoned bottom weep.
“Don’t you like my crop, babygirl?”
“Kendall said you make people cry!”
Logan laughed. He kept laughing even as I turned around to see him holding his stomach. I couldn’t imagine why he found it funny.
“I probably do. But it’s tears of pleasure and of getting a release, babygirl. Tell your friend if she continues to gossip about me, I’m going to tell her Daddies to bring her to Creekside for a very special scene.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Logan stepped to the head of the bed, letting his gaze travel over every inch of my body. He flicked the crop. The tip caught my nipple.
“Ouch!” I shot him a glare.
“Is there somewhere you don’t want me to target?”
Before I could answer him, Logan snapped the crop. This time he landed the tip against my mound close to my pussy lips. I let out a long string of curses.
“No cursing, Karsyn.”
“That hurt!”
“A crop doesn’t tickle. Do you want me to tease you with a feather instead?”
“No, Sir. Can you please use your hand or maybe a paddle instead?”
Logan responded by cracking the implement. It hit my inner thigh. “Mother fuck–”
He slid his hand into my ponytail flush against my scalp and tugged. My long, dark hair hit me in the face.
“I want to pleasure you until your voice is hoarse from screaming. If youre gagged, I won’t get to hear it.”
I shut my eyes and opened them slowly. “I apologize, Sir. I won’t curse in your direction again.”
He chuckled as he released his hold on my hair. Logan twirled the crop and struck my nipple. It stung but something about his handling or maybe because I’d expected it this time, had me purring in pleasure.
“So, you do enjoy it more than you let on.”
“I wouldn’t say that I’m enjoying it, Sir. But it’s not terrible.”
“Not terrible, hm? I’ll make a note. Let me try something else.”
He returned with something that brought him so much glee, he kept admiring his own handiwork under his breath.
I wanted to know what brought him joy while also thanking my lucky stars that he was not a sadist. A few sadistic tendencies were not the same thing. I rolled my neck on my shoulders and did my best to relax. “Do I get to know what you’re swinging before you do it?”
“Just relax. I’m attempting to find an implement that will give you the sting you’re craving.”
I elongated my spine, pushing my butt toward Logan. He slapped it a few times with his palm. I loved the feeling of his hands on me. Suddenly a very different sensation struck. It hurt, delivering a sharp sting, but then faded into a delicious heat.
“Oh! That! What is that?”
He leaned into me and kissed my temple. “You’re adorable, Karsyn. It’s a leather strap. I can’t say I’ve ever had anyone react quite like this.”
“Well, to be fair, Daddy, you aren’t punishing me with it.”
“Be grateful for that.”
He kissed my lips passionately, then stepped behind me to deliver stroke after stroke with the handcrafted leather strap. I was sure my ass wore the markings from it. I would be sore for the rest of the night. When I thought he might not stop, Logan leaned into my body and bit my right butt cheek.
“Daddy!” My pussy clenched, eager to have him inside me.
“Yes, darling?”
“I don’t like biting.”
He kissed the sensitive spot where he marked me. “I think you like Daddy’s teeth on your warmed skin… but you’re impatient. You want me to fuck you instead of teasing every inch of your body.”
“Okay, you’re right, Daddy. I’m sorry. I don’t have a problem with biting. I rather like your mouth all over me, but I’m impatient.”
Logan bit my other butt cheek.
I hissed.
“Don’t lie to Daddy.”
“I won’t! I won’t do it again!”
“Shhh, baby.”
“Please fuck me now?”
“Hm. Maybe I should edge you instead?” Logan cupped my face, forcing my chin up so I had to look into his eyes. He could also be some sort of heartthrob: ruggedly handsome, but his stern handling drove me wild. It only made me more attracted to him.
“I obeyed when you gave me a punishment. And I’ve been a very good girl since then. I spoke up about what I needed.” I batted my eyelashes.
“You are always a good girl, Karsyn. Even when you’re being naughty. But you just lied to Daddy a moment ago.”
“I said I don’t like biting, which is technically true. I would much rather be fucked senseless.”
“Oh, darling. You’re such a naughty little thing.” Logan grabbed my hips and before I could react, tugged me down the length of the bed and flipped me onto my back. I stared up at him, breathless. He smirked as he proceeded to remove his clothing bit by bit, taking his time.
“Daddy… are you stuck in slow motion or something?”
“No, babygirl. I’m helping you find the patience you’re sorely lacking.”
He took off his boxer-briefs and set a wedge pillow under my ass. Logan lifted each of my legs, setting my feet on his shoulder. With a very wicked smirk, he dipped his head low enough to suck on my clit.
“Logan–” Whatever I’d been poised to say died on my lips when he straightened and wrapped his huge hand around my throat. I did not think our encounter could get any hotter, but then I hit an orgasm immediately.
“Your eyes just rolled to the back of your head. Mmm. Do you like it rough, Karsyn?”
“Please hold.” I caught my breath while Logan looked on. After a few seconds the ringing in my ears dulled into a gentle roar.
He released his grip and kept his eyes on mine. “It sure seems like you’ve been keeping some secret kinks hidden, babygirl.”
“So, I’m not sure where to start. I trust you to respect my boundaries. Maybe we can explore some rougher stuff if you’d like, but not now.”
“We will. As a reminder, I told you before we left the club to call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’. Don’t forget my title again.”
“I would like to apologize; however, you seem to have found a new kink.”
He slapped my mound hard enough for me to jerk my limbs. It was a deliciously painful sensation, but with his riding crop an arm’s length away I didn’t want to give him a reason to raise it again.
“I’m sorry, Sir! I didn’t say I wasn’t going to apologize.”
“Say it respectfully, or it’s going to delay what you’ve been longing for.”
“You don’t seem to–”
Logan smacked my mound again, catching my pussy lips. I made an odd sound, a cross between a whimper and a moan.
“What I want to hear from your mouth is a respectful apology, Karsyn. Show me how obedient you can be.”
Something about his tone broke through the rest of my brattitude. I didn’t want to disrespect him, but after the breakup with August, I needed heaps of reassurance.
“I will remember your title, Daddy.”
“You better. Now, do you still want to be on your back while I fuck you?” He rubbed himself hard.
“Yes, Daddy. Please? I want to see you. You’re so very handsome.”
“You don’t have to stroke my ego, babygirl,” he said softly. “But I appreciate it.”
Logan shifted me slightly before he entered my wet heat. I didn’t know if it was all the banter before, the brattiness that I couldn’t seem to tame, or all of the craziness from today but his cock seemed to soothe every part of my soul. I bucked and writhed while he pumped in and out of me.
“Faster? Please, Daddy? I’m getting closer.”
“You can barely speak, baby. Why don’t you let me control the pace?”
“Be-because I want to come so hard I can’t think anymore.”
“Don’t worry, Karsyn. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to think or walk.”
“But–”
“Let Daddy take care of you. You just enjoy the ride.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I trusted Logan. I trusted him with all my heart. So why did I push his buttons so hard? Why couldn’t I relax more? Probably because, like August, I was a chronic overthinker. Instead of submitting to any given moment I fought and battled. It didn’t serve me well and it never had. Once I submitted to the pleasure Logan was giving me, it would feel even better.