Chapter 3 #2
“So we won’t have sex. You can keep your stupid promise to my brother. No bro codes will be broken. But I want the chance to disprove the second part of your argument.”
Logan crossed his arms. “How do you propose we do that without having sex?”
“For the sake of argument, we’re going to call sex actual penetration. Your dick in my vagina.”
“That’s a pretty narrow interpretation.”
She grinned. “And it leaves plenty of wiggle room…so to speak.”
He shook his head. “Please don’t do this, Lacy. I’m trying to do the right thing.”
“How is this right? You want me and I want you.”
Logan rubbed his forehead, his expression incredulous. “Even after everything I said last weekend?”
“Especially after that.”
He chuckled at her quick response. “God. You’re going to be the death of me. You don’t have a clue what you’re saying. What you’re inviting.”
She scowled. “You’re wrong. I know exactly what I want. And you’re the man to give it to me.”
He didn’t respond, but she didn’t fool herself into believing he was wavering. He wasn’t. The asshole was stubborn. Which sucked for him because she was too.
“I can’t do what you’re asking.”
She took a step closer to him, relieved when Logan didn’t back away. She didn’t fancy the idea of chasing him around the workshop like some lovesick Pepé Le Pew. “Yes. You can. In fact, I think you’re the only man who can give me what I want.”
“You’re too young to know—”
“Finish that statement and I’ll stab you in the heart with that screwdriver over there. I’m twenty-seven, Logan. I’m not a virgin and I’m not stupid. I’ve done my research on BDSM because the idea of it turns me on. A lot. I need someone experienced to teach me about it. Someone I trust.”
Lacy had him on the ropes, so she decided to go for broke. “Besides, Evan made out with your sister the summer after you guys graduated, so we’re entitled to bend the rules a little too.”
“He what? No way.”
“I caught them.”
“That son of a bitch.”
She grinned. “So the bro code has already been broken.”
“Making out is a far cry from what you’re proposing we do, Lacy. It doesn’t mean that you and I—”
Lacy tugged her t-shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. Logan’s gaze landed on her breasts within an instant.
“What are you doing?”
She tilted her head. “I thought I was making it pretty clear. I’m seducing you.”
“Put your shirt back on.” His heated look didn’t match his request. He hadn’t looked away from her tits yet.
She shook her head. “No.”
“I need you to be sensible.”
She scoffed, then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She dropped it on top of her shirt.
Logan’s jaw clenched. She had to give him credit. His powers of resistance were stronger than she’d anticipated. Which only pushed her to up the ante.
Her fingers started to work loose the button on her jeans.
“Stop!”
Logan used that same commanding voice he’d unleashed in the truck, the one that had her panties going damp.
His gaze captured hers and held. “Put your shirt back on, or…”
“Or what?” she taunted.
“Or I’m going to tug down your jeans and beat that cute little ass of yours.”
She gave him a coy smile. “You think my ass is cute?”
Logan closed his eyes and she wondered if he was praying for patience. When he opened them again, she shuddered at the intensity, the hunger laid bare on his face. He had clearly turned a corner.
The friendly, safe, hands-off Logan she’d always known was gone. In his place was this new Logan, dangerous, sexy, demanding.
“You have three seconds to do as I said.”
She didn’t move. Instead, she counted. “Three, two—”
One minute she was facing him down, the next she was facedown. Over his lap.
Logan rubbed her ass through the denim of her jeans. She hated the barrier, wanted his hands on her bare skin.
She started to shift, hoping to find a way to work the jeans over her hips, but he caught her hands, dragging them behind her and holding them together at the base of her back.
“Not so fast. Ground rules.”
Lacy growled. “I don’t want rules. I want sex.”
He tightened his grip on her wrists. “That’s the first rule. No penetration.”
She had made that suggestion. And she was already regretting it. “We already determined that,” she said impatiently, wondering if she could change his mind.
Logan smacked her ass, but her jeans dulled the impact. It wasn’t even close to enough for her. “Three times. That’s it.”
“What?”
“There has to be a deadline to this, Lacy. We’ll get together no more than three times, each meeting one week apart, during which I’m going to show you exactly what kind of man I am.
I’ll expose you to BDSM and you can see if you like it.
If you want to call it off before that, you can.
But we’re not doing this more than three times. ”
She wanted to argue, but it was clear he didn’t intend to be swayed. It didn’t matter. She planned to use every single second of those meetings proving to him why they should extend the deadline indefinitely. “Fine.”
“Your safe word is chaise. Say that anytime it’s too much for you or you get scared and we’ll stop, talk it out. Okay?”
She nodded.
“Say okay.”
“Okay,” she said, her voice betraying her shortness of breath. She was worried he’d misinterpret it as fear when the truth was she was so turned on, her whole body hurt.
He released her hands and she instantly missed the restraint. Then she was disappointed even further when he helped her stand.
Logan took her hand. “Not in here. Too much sawdust, too many wood shavings. I don’t want you to get cut.” He led her toward his office, but stopped just as they reached the threshold and glanced toward the front. “I need to—”
“I already locked the door and flipped the sign.”
He gave her a crooked smile and reached down to pinch one of her nipples. She gasped as moisture pooled between her thighs. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“I think the word is determined.”
He shook his head. “No. It’s stubborn. Something the Sparks family has in abundance.”
“Remember that in three weeks.”
Logan twisted her, guiding her into his office. “I’m not changing my mind, Lace. I’m already crossing too many lines by agreeing to this.”
Once they entered the room, he closed the door and locked it as well.
“Take off your jeans.”
Lacy lost no time kicking off her shoes and tugging the denim—and her panties—off. Within sixty seconds, she stood before him completely naked. Meanwhile, Logan was still dressed.
“What about you?”
He didn’t reply. Instead, his gaze traveled over her nude form like a caress. She held her ground and let him look his fill. She liked the look in his eyes, the genuine appreciation there. He thought she was pretty and it made her feel that way.
“Beautiful,” he whispered when his eyes met hers once more.
She flushed at the compliment and lifted one shoulder timidly. She wasn’t sure she’d go that far, but she was touched that he had.
“Turn around and bend over the desk. I owe you a punishment.”
Lacy did as he said without question, her pussy clenching in anticipation. She had seen him do this to Yvette all those summers ago and since then, her imagination had run wild with the fantasy.
Logan stepped behind her as she assumed the position, his hand cupping the back of her neck, pressing her more firmly against the smooth surface of his desk. “Open your legs.”
Again, she responded to his request. It was so easy to do. With Logan, she didn’t have to think, to consider. She wasn’t worried about her safety because he would never hurt her. At least not more than she would enjoy.
He ran his fingers along her slit and she shivered as one hand held her tight to the desk. She started to reassure him she wouldn’t move, but she liked that extra restraint, liked the feeling of being his captive.
One of his wet fingers circled the rim to her anus. Lacy realized she’d forgotten to breathe. She sucked in as much air as she could, releasing it in short pants through her nose as he fondled her ass.
Logan didn’t speak as he explored. She longed to end the silence, but her chest was too tight to utter a single word.
A million questions flew through her head.
She wasn’t used to being apart while a part of something like this.
In the past, her lovers had been equal partners and everything was discussed and voted on in committee meetings.
Logan was clearly the CEO, CFO, and dictator rolled into one. He’d do what he wanted and he didn’t ask permission beforehand.
God. The quiet was maddening. What was he thinking? What would he do next? When was he going to spank her? Could she convince him to forget that stupid thing she’d said about not fucking her? Why had she said that? She needed—
“Shh.” Logan bent over her back, his soft hush blowing hot against her ear. “Shut it all down, Lace.”
His words washed through her like a gentle wave and just like that, she relaxed.
“Say your safe word,” he commanded.
“No.” She panicked. There was no way she was going to call this off. “I don’t want to.”
“I just want to hear you say it. Want to make sure you remember.”
“You won’t stop?”
She half expected him to laugh at her childlike pleading, but instead he pressed a warm kiss against her cheek.
“I won’t stop. Right now, I’m worried that I can’t.” A tinge of pain seemed to lace his tone. He felt it too. She had never experienced desire so strong that it hurt, but the only thing she was sure of right now was that her body physically ached for him. It was agonizing.
“I’m glad.”
He shook his head, a motion she felt more than saw. “No. That’s not good. Say the word. I need to hear, need to…”
“Chaise,” she whispered.
She wasn’t sure why that word set him free, but whatever harness held him tethered and kept him from giving in to his baser instincts, broke.
He pushed himself upright and his hand landed against her ass in a solid smack. The loud cracking noise filled the room.