Page 53 of In Too Deep

The rest of our meal is much less stressful, both of us going back and forth about what a dynamic would look like between us. He will check in with me in the mornings to make sure I’ve taken my meds and had something for breakfast—something I’m actually grateful for, because it’s so easy to miss meals with my schedule. He can’t use his position as my dominant to make me do or not do things directly related to my job, and I won’t use it as an easy out when he inevitably has to tell me no. Intentionally riling him up or teasing him will be remembered and punishedlater, but I can’t be punished for wearing pencil skirts and blouses that show cleavage, because it would be suspicious if I suddenly changed my entire style and started dressing like a nun.

By the time the kink checklist comes out, and we’re discussing what sex acts I’m interested in, I’m a squirming mess. Frustration and arousal mix in my gut with Jerry the fish, the wine only adding on a buzz since I finished my glass around the time he finished explaining the different types of sensation play. My imagination works on overdrive as I picture more of the scenarios, getting more turned on by the second.

“And last, but certainly not least, watersports. That’s not my thing, but if you want a golden shower, we can—”

“No. Hard no. Are we done?” I snap, words coming out harsher than I would have liked, but I don’t take them back.

Logan looks up from his phone for the first time in a while, and his expression changes in a way I now understand. He’s shifting from daytime to playtime, and I can already feel myself sweating under the renewed heat swirling in his inky green eyes.

“With the negotiation? For now. Am I done with you?” Logan purrs, cocking his head to the side slightly. “Not even close, baby girl. In fact, we’re just about to get started.”

My spine straightens, and my heart pounds, anticipation making my insides twitch.

“Daddy has to get something from his truck, and when I get back, you’re going to be in your bed, naked and presenting that sweet cunt for me. Do you understand?”

The omega part of me wants to strip bare right here, but the defiant part of me is already plotting. So, with the sweetest smile I can muster, I nod and get to my feet.

“Yes, Daddy,” I simper, already walking toward my bedroom.

Logan’s growl as I turn my back makes me shiver, but I don’t turn around, swaying my hips purposefully on my way down thehall. No time like the present to test if Logan is all bark and no bite.

My heart pounds asI struggle to get out of my skirt and blouse, tossing them in the direction of my hamper, but not really caring if they make it. I’m wearing a relatively simple black lace bra and panty set, and I pause to consider my next move. I don’t get long, as I hear the front door close and the deadbolt engage, and Logan’s deliberate strides across my hardwood floors. Deftly reaching behind me, I pop the hooks on my bra and let it fall to the floor before I scramble onto the bed, positioning myself at the end with my chest to the mattress and ass in the air.

I can almost feel Logan’s stare of exasperation on my skin, and I turn my face into the covers to hide my grin.

“Is my baby girl having a hard time understanding Daddy’s directions?” Logan coos. The patronizing tone makes me shiver.

I don’t answer, not sure what exactly will come out of my mouth right now. One test at a time. Once I figure out how he’s going to handle this little defiance, then I can start mouthing off.

The metal-on-metal grind of a zipper, followed by the thump of something heavy hitting the floor behind me, interrupts my train of thought. But I don’t have time to react before Logan reaches between my spread thighs and grabs one wrist and then the other, pulling them backward toward my ankles. I gasp as the pressure forces my back to arch farther, my head tilting so I don’t smother myself. As I try to turn my head and wriggle, a sharp crack of Logan’s palm against my exposed ass stops me dead. A few moments later, wide leather cuffs are strapped to my wrists and ankles, and an experimental tug proves that all my limbs are bound together.

“I was hoping you’d be a good girl for me, but it seems like Daddy has to teach you a lesson,” Logan says into the silence, rustling around in whatever bag he must have brought in from his truck.

I brace myself for more spanking, or maybe one of the many impact play devices Logan had alluded to just a short while ago, but I jump as the bulbous head of what can only be a vibrator runs along the backs of my thighs. It’s off, but my body flushes in anticipation of what I know is coming. Eyes sliding closed, I arch my back even more to show Logan how wet he’s made me.

The first low buzz of the vibrator against the crotch of my panties makes me gasp, though it’s hard to feel the full force of it through the material of my panties. I rock my hips to grind, but Logan growls and spanks me twice, leaving a stinging warmth on my skin even after he pulls away. I try to use my omega whine, something I know usually makes alphas fold like cheap suits, or at least it does with Spencer, Oli, and Eli. But Logan only laughs.

“Is something wrong, baby?” His laughter colors the words and makes my teeth grind.

“I want more, Daddy,” I whine, trying to sound as pathetic as possible.

“Oh, you do? More of what? This?”

Logan punctuates the question with a firm press of the vibrator directly against my clit through the fabric. I moan long and low as pleasure builds properly, my pussy clenching on air. But just as I feel an orgasm coming, Logan pulls away entirely. I let out an affronted scoff, turning my head as best as I can to glare at him. I don’t know when he did it, but he’s down to his boxer briefs, the dark ink of his tattoos stark in the afternoon sunlight spilling in through my curtains.

“If you want it so bad, ask for it nicely,” Logan teases, spinning the white and blue vibrating wand in his hand like a Western revolver.

Hackles up, I swallow. It’s not the first time I’ve been asked to use my words, but there’s something about the smirk on Logan’s face that makes me want to do anything but what he’s telling me to do. So stubbornly, I turn my nose up and away, settling more comfortably on the bed, which conveniently lets me shake my ass at him. But I don’t get to gloat as the wand returns with a vengeance, the pulsing vibrations more intense than before. He’s not applying much pressure, but the soaked material of my panties is carrying the sensations effectively. Then again, right at the moment an orgasm is beginning to crest, he pulls away. I don’t give him the satisfaction of hearing my frustration—digging my heels in, so to speak. I know what he wants me to say, but I would rather be stuck like this until the sun comes up than give him anything he wants.

Or at least, that’s how I feel for the first handful of rounds. Each time he presses the vibrator to my cloth-covered clit, it takes less and less time for the pleasure to build in my belly, and I get closer and closer to the peak, only to have it torn away again. I don’t know how long he edges me, but my brain is so scrambled with denied release that I’m not even sure what day of the week it is anymore. Logan rarely speaks as he works, which isjust as frustrating, because everything he says sounds smug and condescending to my overstimulated brain.

I let out a scream through gritted teeth, trying to buck as the vibrator gets pulled away, countless times, tears forming at the corners of my eyes.

“This can all be over whenever you want, baby girl. Just ask Daddy nicely, and I’ll make it better,” Logan coos, a hand coming up to massage the backs of my thighs.

“Fuck you,” I grumble, words muffled as I press my face into the comforter.

Logan chuckles. “I want to, baby, so bad. Watching you drip all over my toy makes me so fucking hard, and your scent...” Logan trails off, and I feel the warmth of his body radiating into my legs as he leans forward and inhales deeply through his nose. “God, I want this scent all over me. Just so everyone knows that you’re my good girl.”

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