Page 16 of Sinful Palace

“Of course. Open wide.”

I parted my lips and tilted my head back. Logan opened the bottle and tipped the water down my throat. “Good girl,” he said, smiling cruelly as I gulped it down as fast as possible. “Now let’s try something else. Get on all fours.”

I did as he said, cringing internally.

“Crawl,” he instructed.

I started to crawl with my head down. My knees began to ache from the hard floor within seconds, but I bit my tongue and kept going, not wanting to piss Logan off even more than I already had.

“Such a good girl,” he said, stroking my hair as we went along. “Are you ready to go into the hall? The maids are all very busy out there right now, dusting and polishing everything, but I’m sure they’d love to see the famous Willow Rhoades.”

I gritted my teeth. “Yes, sir.”

He yanked on the leash, making me yelp as he pulled me away from the door. “Don’t worry. I’m just fucking with you. I’m not actually going to make you do that,” he said. “But now you know I could. Remember that.”

Relief flooded my system again, and I nodded. “Yes, sir,” I whispered. “Thank you for teaching me.”

He smiled. “You know, I love it when you fight me, but I love it when you submit, too,” he said, grabbing my hand and placing it on the front of his pants. His arousal was obvious, pressing against the fabric at his crotch. “Strange how that works.”

“Maybe you just like a challenge, sir,” I replied in a low murmur. “But you also like to win.”

“I do like to win,” he said, brows lifting. “I haven’t won all of you yet, though.”

“Haven’t you, sir?”

He shook his head. “No. You’re subservient enough, but you still aren’t broken. Sometimes I wonder if you’ll ever break.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. I simply bowed my head and stared at the floor, cheeks aflame.

“Get on the bed,” he growled. “On all fours.”

I did as he commanded. He was behind me in a second, pulling my ass toward the edge of the bed. I heard him unzip, and then he slid his tip between my pussy and ass, making me let out an involuntary moan. “You’re always so wet for me,” he said, finally pushing into my slick warmth. “Aren’t you, princess?”

I nodded obediently, reminding myself that it was the clit jewelry that left my pussy in a state of near-constant arousal. I wasn’t wet for him. I was wet for anyone.

Even as I thought that, I knew I was lying to myself. I’d never felt stimulated by anyone but Logan. Not once. Even when I thought I was getting turned on by someone else while the masked intruder attacked me in my old White House bedroom all those months ago, I wasn’t, because it was him all along.

Deep down, I knew it would only ever be him. We hated each other, but our bodies had instincts, and we couldn’t control the explosive chemistry that existed between us. I just had to remember it wasn’t my fault. It was simple animal nature. Primal, unrelenting, and ignorant of all emotion.

Logan drove his cock in deeper, and I gasped, fingers digging into the duvet beneath me.

“Tight as ever,” he grunted, rewarding me with a slap on my ass. “No matter how wet you get, you still grip me so perfectly.” He withdrew and thrust back in harder, and I cried out as tingles shot through me. “But I think I want something even tighter today.”

He pulled out of my throbbing pussy and rubbed his cock on my ass, wetting it with my juices. Then he spit on me and shoved himself inside, making me scream. It wasn’t a scream of pain, though. He’d trained me for this, teaching me how to relax my muscles and readying me with all the plugs he made me wear in the past, and my body was already igniting, sparks flying as traitorous desire filled every inch of me.

“So fucking tight,” Logan grunted behind me, fingertips digging into my ass cheeks as he pumped back and forth. “Tell me you like it. Tell me you like having your ass fucked.”

“I love it,” I whispered as fiery heat flooded my belly, making my nipples tighten until they ached, desperate for his touch.

“You love it? Even better,” he said. He twisted one hand in my hair, making me turn my head to look back at him as he slammed into me. “Say it again. Properly this time.”

“I love it, sir,” I said breathlessly, my empty, dripping pussy aching as it clenched around nothing.

Logan pulled my hair harder, making me shriek as pain raced across my scalp. It was the wrong kind of pain; not the electrifying, delirious kind that made me feel so wonderfully full and stretched. “I said say it properly,” he growled.

“I love it when you fuck my ass, sir,” I said. “I love it when you stretch me out.”

“Do you want to come?”

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