Club Destiny 1 Conviction (21 page)

“Sam, I think you’ll learn over
time, but tonight, I’ll definitely be teaching you a lesson about tempting me.”

Should that sentence really turn
her on so much? Sam fought the urge to squirm in her seat, to put his hand back
where she really wanted it.

“Really? And what lesson would
that be?” She spread her legs further apart, giving him a hint as to exactly
what she wanted, giving him access to the core of all of her desire.

There was something sinfully
erotic about driving down the road, other cars passing them by, while he
touched her. It was taboo, very naughty, and the idea made her body burn hotter
than ever before.

Logan thought he could pretend
she wasn’t fazing him, but Sam could see by the strain on his facial muscles,
and the tightness of his lips that he was, in fact, very aware of the
situation.

Just when she thought he would
ignore her advances, he slid a glance her way. Turning slightly in her seat,
offering him better access, Sam watched as he rearranged his arm so he could
get closer. A fire lit deep in her belly and tingles radiated from between her
legs.

“Pull your dress up, baby. I want
to see that pretty pussy while I finger it.”

His words were nearly as hot as
his touch and Sam found she wanted to do exactly what he instructed. The black
silk slid up her thighs with the help of her fingers, resting just beneath her
hips, while his fingers outlined the soft folds, teasing her relentlessly.

She held her breath as he slowly
parted her pussy lips, slipping his finger into her wetness. He rubbed her clit
with the palm of his hand, slowly, incredibly slowly as his middle finger slid
further into her. She gasped as she let her body take him in, his finger going
deeper, her body burning brighter, hotter.

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 “You like that.” The sensual,
sweet smell of Sam’s desire filled the car, affecting him in ways he hadn’t
expected. She did like that, he could tell by the way she inhaled and exhaled
slowly, her gaze trained on his hand between her legs. “You like watching me.”

Focusing on the road and keeping
a safe distance from the slower traffic in front of him took considerable
concentration. The drive to his house seemed to be endless, but he wanted to
get home. Now. All the while, he wanted to play out her darkest fantasy’s right
here in his car.

It wasn’t an accident that he
took the most traveled roads, those that would allow him to sit at a red light,
other cars idling beside his as they waited for another light to turn green. He
knew the tinted windows wouldn’t allow anyone to see inside, but the rush of
knowing they would want to only added to the sexual excitement coursing through
his veins.

“You’re so wet, baby. Is this
what you wanted? Did you want my finger deep inside of you?”

“Yes.”

One breathless syllable escaped
as he watched Sam push herself further into the seat, her hips grinding as she
rode his finger, seeking her own pleasure. The light turned green, and he put
his foot on the gas, continuing to divide his attention between his finger deep
inside her soft, wet heat and the road in front of him.

He wasn’t in a rush. He wouldn’t
let her come yet. That would be later. Much later. He wanted to devour her for
hours, but right now, he couldn’t help but continue on the path he was on. The
glorious path that would ultimately lead to her pleasure - and his, as well.
Right now, his pleasure was derived by the look in her eyes, the sensual sound
of her erratic breathing.

“That’s it, baby.” He coaxed as
she lifted one hand to her breast, squeezing the way he wanted to. “You’re so
tight, so fucking hot for me.”

His house appeared in the
distance far sooner than he would have liked, but he pulled into the driveway
and hit the button in the car that would raise the garage door. As he waited to
drive forward, he ground the palm of his hand against her clit, her sweet moans
filling the interior of the car. Sam was heading straight to the pinnacle, her
breaths choppy, her hands gripping his forearm as she tried to guide him the
way she wanted.

Once inside the garage, Logan
slowed his pace, shutting off the engine and closing the garage door behind
them. Turning toward her, he pulled his hand from between her legs, she kept
her eyes trained on his fingers the entire time. When she licked her lips, his
cock twitched, throbbed. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he brought his finger
to his mouth, slowly licking her juices from the single digit.

Her eyes went wide, her lips
parted, and Logan took the opportunity to lean over and put his lips on hers.
When their tongues met, he maintained a slow, deliberate kiss, letting her taste
herself on his tongue. She might have been surprised, but Sam vigorously
returned his kiss.

Sam apparently thought she was in
control of the situation as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, her small
teeth gently tugging as he squeezed the back of her neck. He gave her a moment
to torment him the way he’d been doing to her for the last few minutes.

The plans for the rest of the
night would require a level of trust from her that he hoped she’d give him.
After all they’d done that day, all of the ways she’d given herself over to
him, Logan impatiently wanted more. He wanted to push her to her limits, cross
the boundaries she’d unknowingly set for herself. And he feared he could no
longer wait.

Massaging the back of her neck,
Logan leaned back far enough so their eyes would meet. “Do you trust me Sam?”

He expected her hesitation,
wanted her to think about what it is he would ask of her.

“I trust you.” She whispered.

Logan heard her, but he could see
the conflicting emotions in her eyes. She wanted to trust him, but it was
obviously hard for her. He silently vowed to never hurt her. He would go to the
ends of the earth to make her happy, no matter what that might be.

“I want you to trust me
implicitly. I won’t hurt you, Sam. I promise you. And I don’t break my
promises.”

“I think that’s one promise no
one can make.”

“I can. Now trust me. Tonight.
Trust me and let me please you.” When she nodded, he continued. “You have to
actually trust me. Do everything I ask of you, without question.”

There was curiosity in her
crystalline green eyes; she wanted this, even if she was scared.

“Remember how I gave myself over
to you today? I want you to do the same.”

She nodded again, her eyes back
on his lips, and he held back the smile of victory. Samantha Kielty was his,
completely, and tonight he would show her just how much so.

“No questions.” He repeated,
making sure she understood.

Her final nod was all he needed.
“First, we have to get you out of this dress.”

“Logan, we’re still in the car.”

He smiled. “We are. But only you
will leave the car, the dress will stay.”

“But I don’t have much underneath
it.”

“Exactly. Remember, you have to
do exactly as I say.” He stated firmly, reminding her of her agreement to trust
him.

He could see the internal battle
waged in the depths of her eyes. She was confused, excited, but most of all,
she was curious. He waited patiently for her to comply.

“Ok.”

Logan turned her slightly so he
could reach the zipper on the back of the dress, letting his fingers trail down
her smooth skin as he slowly loosened the silk. He let the silky dress slide
down over her breasts, revealing the soft lace bra beneath, what little there
was of it.

He could see her nipples through
the lace, his dick once again throbbing inside the confines of his slacks. They
weren’t going to get much farther inside the cramped confines of the car, so he
instructed her to stay where she was, opened the driver’s door and exited. As
he walked around to the opposite side, he readjusted himself to ease some of
the pain in his groin.

He was anxious to get her naked,
to get his hands on her, his mouth. God he had no restraint when it came to
Sam.

After opening her door, he
offered his hand to help her out of the car. Once she was standing before him,
the silk dress slid further down, finally pooling in a black puddle at her
feet. She stepped out of the ring of fabric, and he returned the dress to the
passenger seat of the car, shutting the door behind her.

For a moment, he took in the
sight of her, standing in his well-lit garage, her tanned body clad in only
thigh high stockings, the cock teasing garters, a black lace bra and the three
inch black heels. He wanted to take a picture of her, to have something to
remind him of this night, but that would likely have her running for the hills.
Not to mention, he wasn’t into that. There’d be many more opportunities for him
to see her like this, no reason to capture it on film.

Her wobbly smile told Logan she
was nervous, so he made sure she could see the heat in his eyes, pressing himself
against her so she could feel the evidence of his desire for her. Turning her,
Logan pressed his hand to the small of her back and guided her toward the
house. Once inside, he noticed the cool air caused goose bumps along her skin,
her nipples puckering sweetly. They didn’t stop; he continued to lead her to
the French doors that would take them to the back patio.

He watched her reaction as she
noticed the pool and veranda had been decorated for their arrival. There were
candles, encased in glass, lit and surrounding the pool. The only light was
from the flicker of the small flames that lined the water. He’d considered her
modesty when he’d set his plan in motion, but he’d refused to not be able to
see her.

“It’s hot enough to go for a
swim, but it would be a waste to let you remove those stockings. There’s been a
slight change of plans.” He motioned her over to one of the cushioned lounge
chairs and pointed for her to sit, making sure she saw his demand.

Sam was ever graceful as she
lowered herself onto the chair, the warm breeze gently blowing her hair, her
chest heaving, her breasts beautifully encased in the sexy black lace. When she
finally got comfortable, Logan didn’t say anything more. She had pulled her
legs out in front of her, but she didn’t try to hide herself from him, which
he’d allow for now.

Leaving her alone momentarily,
Logan returned to the outdoor kitchen, pulling a bottle of wine from the small
refrigerator, and taking two glasses from the overhead rack. He kept his
attention on her as he poured the wine, noticing how she was trying not to
fidget in her seat. He couldn’t hold back the smile. An image of her sunbathing
nude on the same chair she laid on now played in his mind. He could imagine
coming home to her, seeing her there, finding her wet and ready for him. His
dick throbbed, but he ignored it.

There would be time for that
later. Right now was about her and even though she thought the sight of her
nakedness was only for him, he knew it made her come alive. He had seen it on
the boat when he looked at her. She was a very passionate woman, and he planned
to live out his greatest fantasies tonight. There was a small risk, but he was
willing to take it just to take her to places she had never known before.

Returning to Sam, Logan handed
her a glass of wine, taking a second to admire the view. Seeing her so
vulnerable, yet trusting, was pushing Logan to his limits, beyond his own
self-control. But that was part of the purpose, part of what heightened the
arousal. Until this afternoon, on his boat, Logan had thought he was an
extremely patient man. When it came to Sam, she tested that belief.

“Do you still trust me, baby?”
Logan asked as he watched her, sipping his wine and trying to calm his rioting
libido. He needed this to last,
he
needed to last.

~*~*~

How the hell she managed to hold
on to even an ounce of her normally abundant composure was beyond Sam. The man
was enjoying himself immensely, and Sam was so far out of her element, she
didn’t know which way to go from here.

Here she was, laid out mostly
naked, in Logan’s backyard on full display for him. To answer his question, did
she trust him? Completely. And that was as foreign to her as being naked
outside, or shedding her clothes in a sports car.

“I trust you.” She told him now,
keeping her gaze on his, and showing as little fear as possible, though her
body was shaking slightly. “I just hope
you
can handle what you’re
putting us both through.”

When he first suggested that she
basically give herself over to him tonight, she’d been reluctant. Shedding the
majority of her clothing in his Corvette had been the first step, and along the
way, she seemed to have shed some of her reservations, as well. Right now, she
felt up to the challenge and watching Logan as he loomed over her was definitely
a challenge.

Just when she thought she might
be kidding herself, she couldn’t actually handle what Logan had in store for
her, he took a seat in a chair across from her.

With his clean shaven face, his
slightly rumpled hair, Logan looked like an ad for GQ magazine. He fit the bill
of a high paid executive, still dressed in his dress shirt and slacks, though
he was no longer sporting a tie. His white button down shirt accented his
biceps and his forearms, but she wished he would take it off. His dress slacks
were creased perfectly and fit him remarkably well, but she could see the hard
ridge of his erection pressing firmly against the fabric.