Logan Chapter 81

“But they’ll hear…” Emory puts up a token protest at my clear intention to torture her just a little bit, in the best way.

I get right up in her ear before I reply “Then I guess you’ll have to be very quiet. Can you do that, baby? Or do I need to help you out?” At her swift intake of breath, I get my answer. I’ll have to shift my plans a bit, but if my girl wants to be silenced, I can accommodate. “I hope you don’t have any poker games planned in the near future, little rose. You’d bankrupt the both of us.” She turns her head just slightly so I can see her roll her eyes at me. That’s about all the movement she can manage with me pressing her prone to the mattress.

“I just don’t think I can stand looking my parents in the eye over the breakfast table if they hear us, Logan.” I get up from the bed, but press a hand between her shoulder blades to communicate that I want her to stay down.

“I already said I’d help you, you just have to trust me a little bit. We don’t have to do anything that’ll include smacking noises-” we both chuckle a little at the thought, “and I’m about to give you something that’ll help you keep your voice down.” She tilts her head to the side in confusion, a gesture she must have picked up from me.

“What do you mea-” I loop the tie around her head and shove it past her lips mid-speech, muffling her sound of surprise. I quickly get it tied and grab her wrists before she can grab it to take it back off.

“I want nothing more than to help you reach all of your goals. I had other plans to get my payback for earlier today, but I’m nothing if not flexible! One of the perks of working in suits all the time is that I have plenty of ties.” Emory stills, trying to decide how she feels about the thought of being tied up and gagged, but I know what she’s denying.

The scent of arousal floods the room, and I switch my hold so both of her wrists are in my left hand. After a brief pause to check her face, I scoot all three of our hands up the bed until I can wrap both of hers around a post with mine on top. Just the look of it has me throbbing, and I quickly pull another tie from the pile I grabbed and tie her wrists together and then to the bed frame. I have to take a minute just to look before I can finish telling her the rules of the game.

“Now, don’t think I forgot about your clothes. I’ll get to those in a minute. I didn’t think I’d be able to get you set up without skipping a few steps if I already had you naked for me. Similarly, I’ll tell you the rules now, before I see just how wet you are for me and get carried away.” She yanks at her wrists and moans when they don’t budge. “None of that, now. This is a game of payback, so you’re going to have to be a very good girl. We’re going to play a game. I’m going to play to my heart’s content, and you’re going to tap on the bed frame when you’re close. If I feel like you’ve earned it, you’ll get your orgasm. Maybe. If you don’t let me know when you’re close, I’ll know anyway and you won’t get your prize. Or the one after. If you feel like we need to stop everything, knock on the bed frame and we’ll talk about it. Tap or nod if you understand.” Emory moans and shakes her head as I pull her pants down over her hips.

I stop everything and try not to laugh at her wiggles. “Hmm. I guess I didn’t leave you with any way to communicate your questions. I’ll try to guess them and you’ll have to let me know if I get them all. Question one, you’ll get as many prizes as I want to give you- like always, by the way- and you’ll get them when I’m ready to give them. Unless you try to steal them. Then you’ll get them a while after that. Question two, this is payback for that sexy fucking hip wiggle you thought was such a good idea just before my meeting earlier today. Let’s see…. Question three…. The game ends when I get my prize. Or never, depending on your perspective. Last question, if I do get carried away and damage some of your pretty clothes, we’ll buy more. I suspect I’ll be buying a lot of pretty underwear sets in the future.” I rip her bra and panties off of her as I say the last, leaving her shirt sleeves bunched up on her forearms.

I lean back to look at all the creamy skin on display for me. She’s lying mostly flat, but her hips are moving subtly with her arousal. I grab her lower cheeks in both hands, reveling in the generous portions given to me. She squeaks when I pull them apart so I can look at her more fully, and buries her head in the covers as if hiding her face will hide anything else. I shift my grip a little to the sides and pull her hips up in front of my face. “Any other questions, little rose?” With her frantic head shake, I blow a cool breath across her already-swollen clit and get to work. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.