Arya
In front of Logan’s mansion, I feel oddly at home, perhaps because I have been here a good number of times, and I have experienced my first and best fantasies in this house.
Logan gets a hold of my arm and leads me into the house. We are welcomed by a servant who Logan ignores.
“Sir, welcome home, sir. Dinner-” he dashes past her like she were invisible.
For a second I feel bad for her, but then the feeling is replaced by a fat pride that my mate won’t look at another female.
Logan literally drags me upstairs because he is going too fast I can’t keep up his pace. Realizing this, he heaves me up in a blink and I am on his hips, my legs wrapped around his waist. A huge grin covers my face.
Kicking the door to the bedroom open, we get in. He places me on the table in front of a large portrait of a dark wolf, like Logan’s but with burning hazel eyes.
“Who is that?” I ask while he gets his jacket off.
“It is my father,” he responds without looking at it. I have been in this room but I have never taken the time to take notice of what is in it.
He gazes into my eyes, his eyes a cold icy blue. That’s the look of a dominant alpha that lures anyone into obedience. I swallow hard. Through his eyes, I can see his wolf, the one I run with a week ago, the one that drives this god, the one that pulls this bond between us.
He runs the tips of his fingers down my cheek. Oh my, his proximity, his delicious smell. My heart is pounding, my blood singing as it courses through my body, desire, pooling, unfurling… everywhere. Logan bends and runs his nose along my shoulder and up to the base of my ear, his fingers slipping into my hair.
He plants a soft kiss under my earlobe while his fingers tighten in my hair. Pulling my head back, he exposes my throat to his lips. His teeth skim my chin, and he kisses my throat at the spot where his mark is.
Then it hits me that I haven’t marked him yet. I smile with the delight of marking my mate.
Leaning down, his mouth lands on mine. He kisses me, with force, with hunger and lust. I kiss him back more fervently.
“I want you,” he breathes. “But I won’t let this go Arya. You are so difficult… so maddening. Why are you so stubborn?”
I stare at him dumbfounded. He looks… angry?
What a twist of mood!
“That’s my nature,” I respond and try in vain to push him away from me.
He holds both my hands together in his.
“Let me go,” I growl.
“Why should I, Arya? Tell me! So that you can run away from here and go home? No, and don’t fight me or I will have to use a rope to tie these hands.” His eyes flush and at that moment I see the devil in him.
“Running doesn’t solve anything, baby girl. This is me, this is us. You have got to face us. You can’t change me, and I know I can’t change you but you have to understand what I am,” he says.
“You might be my mate but you can’t control me. You are not my Alpha,” I snap back at him. My libido backs down as if Logan’s words were cold water on them.
“Whether you believe it or not, Arya, I am your Alpha. I am the Alpha of your wolf, your body, your desire and your everything,” he responds, hissing through his teeth. I glare as his jaw tightens and flexes.
I ball my fists in fury.
“Look at you, you quickly get annoyed. I never knew you were an emotional kind,” he says.
Enough!
The sound of the slap echoes in my ear and we both freeze. Logan’s eyes flare up. I start to tremble.
Holding me by my ass, he carries me to the bed and throws me on it, and for once I am terrified. Terrified of what this man is capable of doing to me.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, my voice is hesitant and shaky.
“I am going to show you who I am, who you belong to, Arya. I am not going to tolerate this kind of behaviour,” he replies buttoning down his shirt. “Remember, the door is open. If you want to run, you can run and no one will stop you, Arya, but remember you can’t run away from me. I am now a part of You. You can scream but nobody is going to come to your rescue.” My eyes widen in terror and blood pounds loudly in my ears.
“You are going to punish me?”
“Yes,” he breathes.
“For your impertinence. You are not the only one who can get angry,” he says discarding his shirt on the floor. One look at his naked half makes my wolf melt with lust for him, raising my libido anew.
What the fuck! I can’t believe how much of traitors my wolf and my body are.
I lay still, squeezing my legs together as hard as I could. I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him if he wanted to go on with his plan.
“Please, Logan, don’t do this.” I can’t even imagine what he is planning to do to me but I am scared as hell to see him do it.
“How dare you, hit me!” he growls. I can see he is very angry. He climbs onto the bed and I felt the mattress sagging under his weight.
Picking up his tie, he straightens it.
“I am going to blindfold you with this,” he says. I lick my lips which suddenly felt so dry. I don’t say anything. I just watch as he comes closer and puts the tie in front of my eyes, and then everything goes dark. I hear shuffling at the back of my head as he ties a knot. The next thing I know, he is pulling up my dress. He manages to get it off with such ease. He gets both my hands in his and ties them together behind my back. I can’t even guess what he has used to tie them.
I have no idea what is happening. I can only listen. I feel his breath on my cheek, and then he gently bites my earlobe.
“Don’t be afraid, baby girl,” he says, pushing his hand between my legs. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
I squeeze my legs together even harder, whining softly with fear.
“Shush,” he whispers. “I will part your legs now and start with just one finger. Relax.”
I know he’ll do as he was saying whether I want it or not. So I relax.
“Good. And now spread those legs wide for me.”
I do as I am told.
“You’ll be a good girl and do what I say now. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Delicately, he starts to kiss me on the lips while his hand slid down. With his other hand, he holds my head, deepening the kiss. I yield, and an instant later, our tongues are dancing, quicker and quicker. I wanted him. My lips are growing greedier.
“Calm down, baby. Not so fast. Remember-this is supposed to be punishment,” he breathes into my ear as his hand reaches the lace fabric of my panties. “I love how your skin feels on my hands. Now, be still and don’t move.”
Logan’s fingers slip into the most intimate spot of my body. Slowly, with his lips right next to my ear, he explores the inside of my thighs, gently stroking them with two fingers, teasing me. He rubs my lips down there and finally slides inside. I feel his touch, so wonderful, and my back arches. I moan in ecstasy.
“Don’t move and be silent. Don’t make a sound. Do you understand?”
I nod quickly. His finger sinks deeper until it is all the way in. I clench my teeth, trying to remain silent, while he starts to move, subtly and sensually, inside me. His middle finger slid in and out, while his thumb softly fondled my clit. I feel his weight subsiding and then shifting downward. I stop breathing. His fingers don’t stop.
He reaches his destination. Suddenly, he slips his fingers out, making me wince. But then I felt his breath through the lace of my panties.
“You are so wet. So shameless to enjoy your punishment,” he breathes, pulling my thong down my legs.
On instinct, I bring my legs together, embarrassed.
“Spread them wide for me! I want to see it.”
I slowly did as he told me and heard him inhale deeply. He spread my legs wider, piercing me with his gaze, sinking deeper into my most intimate, secretive places.
“Please, Logan!”,” I moan, unable to keep quiet anymore.
Hearing that, he starts steadily rubbing my clit with his thumb.
“You’re patient. You like to be punished.”
He leans down and sinks his tongue in my snatch, his movements dynamic. I want to grab him by the hair, but my hands were tied behind my back. With the fingers of one hand, he spread the lips of my pussy, wanting to reach that most sensitive spot.
“I want you to come, and I want to torture you with more orgasms until you beg me to stop. But I won’t stop. I need to punish you, Arya.”
He rips the blindfold off my face.
“I want you to look at me. I want to see your face as you come, again and again.”
He pushes himself up and slipped a pillow beneath my head.
“You need to see everything clearly,” he said.
Between my legs, Logan was at the same time sexy and terrifying. Somehow it felt intimate.
He swoops in again, his lips caressing my clit, and two of his fingers impale me. I close my eyes, feeling myself on the very brink of rapture.
“Oh god! Harder,” I whisper.
His fingers keep stroking expertly, while his tongue never stops.
“Fuck!” I shout as I come for the first time. The orgasm is long and strong, overwhelming. My body is taut like a string, trapped by what Logan was doing. When I feel the orgasm subside, he rushes at my exhausted, tender, and sensitive clit again, almost painfully. I clenched my teeth until they grated, squirming-impaled by his two fingers.
“I’m sorry!” I apologize nearly to tears.
“I know, but that can’t stop me now,” he says, his hands working faster on me, faster, bringing me closer to another orgasm.
My second orgasm shutters through me with such force making me convulse. I cry out Logan’s name, but it’s like he is already off me. I hear shuffling for a few minutes and then the mattress sinks. He is climbing onto the bed.
He palms my wet throbbing sex.
“I think you’re ready.” Those words make a shiver run down my spine. The anticipation, the uncertainty, the fear, and the desire all whirl inside my head.