One Night With My Billionaire Master (4 page)

Logan pushes his tip into my pussy and thoughts of other men disappear. He’s hard and huge and stretching my body to the point of pain. I press my lips together, smothering my protests, trying to be brave.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He grips my hips, pausing with his cock head inside me. “Is this what you want, Arianna?”

His use of my name reassures me. I’m not some interchangeable pet. Logan knows whose pussy he’s about to own.

“I want you to fuck me, sir.”

“Thank God.” He covers my mouth with his right hand, pulls back slightly and thrusts hard.

A surge of extreme pain jolts my body, this agony eclipsing my experience with the nipple clamps, and I bite down on his calloused skin. The world tilts, the ground shifting under my shoes. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth.

It takes me a full minute to regain rational thought, to realize Logan isn’t moving, his semi-clothed form frozen over mine, his cock pulsing inside me.

“Is it done, sir?” My voice is small.

“No, it is
not
done.” Logan is furious. I hear this in his tone. “Use your safe word now, because if we continue, I won’t be gentle.”

I cringe. He expected a woman with experience and got me, a twenty-four-year-old virgin. Thank God I didn’t put this detail in my text message or he would have never agreed to touch me.

“Arianna.” He shakes me. “Say your safe word.”

“You don’t have to be gentle, sir.” I don’t want our one night to end, for him to walk away from me, to not finish our fuck, however excruciating this encounter is. “I can take the pain.”

Logan huffs in disbelief. I stiffen, worried he’ll leave me.

“I warned you, pet.” He slides his cock out of my pussy until only his tip is inside me. This relieves the pressure yet leaves an emptiness within me. “This will be rough.”

It won’t be as rough as hearing his goodbye, as watching him walk away from me, knowing he’ll never return. I clutch my skirt and clamp my lips together.

He drives his cock into my beleaguered pussy, and I silently scream, my form jerking under his. This is an embarrassingly dramatic reaction. The agony isn’t as intense this time, my body accommodating his.

There’s no pause after his thrust. He slides out, slams back into me, slides out, slams back into me, each movement forward rocking my body, pushing the air from my lungs. I’m strong and I take it, absorbing his anger without a sound, without any protest.

This doesn’t appease him. Logan continues to ride me hard, smacking his hips against my burning ass. The pain gradually fades, replaced by a growing pressure. Unable to remain still, I rock back into him, taking him deeper, harder.

“That’s it, pet,” he grunts, his rhythm punishing. “Fuck your master with your virgin pussy.” He wraps my hair around his right fist and draws my head back, pinpricks of delicious hurt zipping across my scalp. “Show me you want this.”

“I want this, sir.” I roll my hips, desperate to please him, to ease some of the guilt I hear in his words. Tears stream down my cheeks. A band of fierce emotion tightens around my chest, around my throbbing nipples.

“You’re mine.” Logan pounds into me again and again, owning my body with hard strokes of his cock. “This pussy belongs to me.” He drags his teeth against my neck and my inner walls constrict around his shaft. “Bad pet. You’ll make--”

A wave of desire rushes through me, unexpected and acute, and I clench around him.

“Ffff…” He bites my left shoulder, smothering his roar, and he drives forward, spanking my ass with his hips, flattening my curves against the stone. I writhe, captured between dominant man and hard rock, unable to free myself, while he pushes deeper, subduing me with arms and hips and teeth. his cock twitching inside me.

“My God.” Logan staggers backward, taking me with him. His knees buckle and he lands with a thump on the grass, my body cradled by his, my skirt spilling over his legs.

We sit, our chests heaving, our souls in sync, the two of us connected. I’ve never felt as close to anyone as I feel to Logan, and this scares me the shit out of me.

“This is one night,” I remind myself.

“This is one night of many.” Logan releases my restraints, untying the soft silk, and tenderly kisses the pinkened bands of skin around my wrists. The scene is over, I realize, part of me saddened by this ending.

“And tonight has only begun,” he adds.

“There’s more?” I thought he’d fuck me once and leave me, as my father did with my mom.

“There’s much more.” Logan continues his ministering, licking the bite mark on my shoulder, his tongue tantalizingly rough. “You haven’t sucked my cock. I haven’t eaten you out or fucked your tits or fitted you with your very first butt plug.”

“Oh.” I don’t know what else to say.

Moments pass. I think about sucking him off, wondering what he’ll taste like, if his natural musky scent translates into an earthy flavor, whether I’ll like it and happily swallow or if I’ll be one of the dreaded women who spits.

I hope I can swallow. My forehead furrows. I don’t want to disappoint him.

Again.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” Logan asks, his tone harsh, angry.

“Why didn’t you tell me your sexual history?” I counter, feeling guilty. A lie of omission is still a lie. I should have told him, should have been forthcoming.

“I should have told you.” He surprises me by conceding. “I’ve always been dominant. I belong to a club, and, before I met you, I’d go there once a week, make use of the house slaves, the submissives,” he expands.

“You had other pets.” All I am is a casual fuck, another submissive to be used. This realization hurts me.

“They weren’t my pets.” He nuzzles against my neck. “They were outlets for my physical needs, and, after meeting you, they couldn’t even satisfy that. My visits to the club decreased until, a little over four months ago, they stopped.”

I frown at his black leather shoes. “You must have had sex since then. Men need sex.”

“No.” Logan exhales, blowing his warm breath over my skin. “Men need food, water, oxygen. Sex is a want and I don’t want to have sex with anyone other than you.”

He doesn’t want sex with anyone other than me. Having been treated as second best my entire life, I can’t wrap my brain around this concept. “What’s so special about me?”

He doesn’t answer.

Because there’s nothing special about me. I bow my head, my heart aching.

“When I first met you.” Logan finally breaks the gut-wrenching silence. “I offered to buy your shares, naming a very generous price. You looked at me as though I was crazy. It never occurred to you to sell, that anyone would ever give up ownership in his or her father’s company.”

I tilt my head, uncertain why he’s mentioning this now. “No one would give up that ownership.”

“Everyone would.” I hear the smile in his voice. “They might negotiate for more money, but they always sell their shares. Yet you, a natural submissive, refused to negotiate with me, a man you subconsciously recognized as your master.” Logan wraps his arms around my waist, drawing me snugly against him. “You are my match, my equal, and I knew I had to have you.”

“You’ve had me,” I say quietly.

“I want more than your luscious body, Arianna.” He kisses the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. “I want your loyalty and your trust.”

No one has ever valued my loyalty or my trust. I scrunch up my face, turning his revelation over in my mind, searching for a reason why he’d want more. “Is this a BDSM thing?”

“This is a Logan Ross thing.” He presses his cheek against mine. His features are undeniably masculine, his skin warm, a thin veneer of softness stretched over hard bone. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” My determined man hasn’t forgotten his earlier question.

I’m tempted to give him a flippant answer, but he was honest with me. I have to be honest with him. “I didn’t think you’d be interested in a virgin.”

“I’m interested in you. Your sexual expertise isn’t a factor.” He tightens his hold on me. “Though I would have done a few things differently had I known.”

“Like what?” I don’t know what those things might be.

“I would have prepared your tight little pussy with my tongue, fingers, toys. Ensured you could take my cock with no pain. Our first fuck would have been enjoyable for both of us.”

“Oh, God.” My shoulders hunch. “You didn’t enjoy it?”

“I was referring to your lack of enjoyment.” He shifts me so he can see my face, his cock slipping from my pussy. “I came so hard, I saw stars.”

I pleased him. I hear this in his tone, view this in his eyes. Giddy with relief, I glance upward at the sky. “I see stars right now.”

Logan chuckles, the sound reaching deep inside me and coiling around my lonely heart. “Tomorrow, when we fuck, you’ll see stars again.”

He talks as though we have a tomorrow, a future together. I don’t know how a relationship between us is possible. My father hates Logan, barely tolerating his presence, and my position in the family is already precarious.

If my unbending parent finds out I fucked the enemy, that I acted like my mom, I’ll lose everything—my family, my job, my place in the world.

I can’t be foolish, can’t risk more than this one night with Logan.

Chapter Three

Logan dons his tuxedo jacket, his bowtie stuffed in his pants pockets. I stand, pulling up the bodice of my dress. The fabric brushes against my sensitive nipples and I shudder. “How long does the nipple clamp magic work?”

“It depends on the type of clamp, the length of time applied, the woman.” He zips the back of my dress, his heat and scent surrounding me. “You’re very responsive.” He skims his fingertips over my cheekbone, along my jaw, following the slender column of my neck, and I tremble, his rough hands leaving a trail of bliss on my skin.

“Am I?” I murmur, enthralled by his touch.

Logan turns me to face him, his eyes dark. “You are.” He smoothes my eyebrows with his thumbs, caring for me as no one has ever done. “I should have known you weren’t experienced.” His lips twist. “I arrogantly thought you were reacting to my touch.”

“I was. You’re the only man who has ever tempted me.” I drop my gaze to his pointed chin, gripped with a sudden shyness. “Everyone expects me to be like my mom and I was hellbent on proving them wrong, on being the good girl, worthy of the St. James name.”

“So you suppressed your desires.” Logan brushes a stray strand of hair away from my face. “Waited until you couldn’t wait any longer.”

“I waited until I met a man I could trust completely.” I lift my gaze to his. “A man worth risking everything for.”

His eyes flare with emotion. “What are you risking, Arianna?”

“My father would disown me.”

“Because he views me as his enemy.” My billionaire’s tone is dry.

“He does hate you.” I shrug, uncomfortable with this discussion. “He’ll see our relationship as a betrayal, but he’s also told me, if he ever received proof that I had sex with anyone, he’d cut me off.”

I was fifteen when he laid down that ultimatum. Cindra had tattled on me, telling my father that a boy at school had kissed me. My father said no daughter of his would ever become a slut like my mom, threatening to toss me out on the street.

Logan frowns. “He couldn’t have been serious.”

“My father doesn’t make jokes.” And my half-siblings would insist he kept his word. “No one can know about tonight.”

“No one will know about tonight.” My billionaire clasps my right hand, raises my fingers to his lips. “Or our future nights.” He kisses my fingertips one by one, index finger to pinkie. “I’ll be careful with you, keep you safe.”

I want to believe him, to believe we might have a tomorrow. “You’re assuming there will be future nights.”

“We will have more nights together.” He links our fingers. “That’s a certainty.” He guides me through the dimly lit gardens, his stride shortened to match mine. “The only question is when.”

I gaze up at the stars, not knowing where we are, trusting him to lead me. “Who answers that question?”

We reach a wall. Logan feels along the gray stone, finds a door handle hidden in the shadows and opens a narrow metal gate. “You answer that question.”

We step through the exit and bright lights temporary blind me. I blink, my vision adjusting. A limousine idles in a side alley, the scarred man standing by the passenger door.

“You could decide to spend tomorrow night with me. Or, I could pursue you for another seven months and five days.” He ushers me into the vehicle. “It’s your choice.”

I lower my ass to the soft leather cushion and he claims the seat beside me. He’s giving me control, allowing me to decide on how quickly or how slowly our relationship progresses. The door shuts. It’s my choice.

The floor vibrates under my shoes. We’re moving. Logan drapes his arm along the seat back behind my head and presses his thigh against mine, presence, power, heat and strength rolling off his muscular form.

I think about his words. “If I reject you, you won’t pursue me for another seven months and five days.” He’s never lied to me, but this is too incredible to be believed. “You’ve had me once already. You’ll move onto someone new.”

“There is no one else for me.” He pulls me onto his lap. “You’re mine, Arianna, and I will pursue you until I breathe my last breath.”

“Truly?” I study him, looking for lies, seeing none.

“Truly.” He nods gravely. “During the day, I’ll tempt you with slow dances, wicked words, furtive touches. At night, I’ll climb into my empty bed and dream of you, of your tight hot pussy around my hard cock, my diamonds covering your nipples, your soft voice in my ear. In the morning, I’ll fuck myself with my fists, bellowing your name as I come.”

Oh my God. I stare at him.

The corners of his lips lift. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you, pet?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper, unable to lie.

Logan repositions my body until I face forward, my back resting against his chest, my ass cradled in his lap. “Lift your skirt, open your thighs, and show me,” he commands.

I glance toward the front of the vehicle. The partition is lowered. The driver could see me.