Page 10 of One Night Seduction

Before I can question it, the hot burn of what feels like wax stings my stomach. I hiss in surprise before the pain slowly eases.

“You’re doing beautifully,” he says almost reverently before he does another small drip of wax.

It doesn’t hurt as much this time, in fact, the pain is beginning to morph into pleasure as he drips more wax over my stomach and breasts. He does this repeatedly, alternating between fast and slow drips, keeping me on edge, waiting for the next drop.

“Fuck,” I breathe out as he curls his fingers inside me, rubbing against my g-spot and causing my legs to tremble.

“Not yet. Not until I’m inside you,” he says before pulling his fingers out of me and, from the sound of it, setting down what I’m assuming was a candle. I hear the tear of a condom wrapper, then the soft jingle of his belt hitting the ground.

In the next moment, he’s pushing inside me. It feels sointrusive, so forceful, it nearly takes my breath away. I feel his hands grip my hips tightly as he lifts me to meet his movements.

“Yes,” I moan, reveling in this newfound experience. “Dom.”

“Dom?” he questions on a thrust.

Embarrassment flashes through me. Definitely didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“It’s not like I actually know your name,” I say with a shy smirk and a shrug.

His movements pause for a moment before he picks up his pace once more. I feel one of his hands move from my hips to my throat, holding me tight as he fucks me deeper. Without my sight, everything feels so intense, so overwhelming. Instead of watching him, I just feel him. I feel everything. I feel the throbbing of his cock. I feel the steady grip of his fingers nearly cutting off my air, his practiced control as he literally holds my life in his hands. That kind of power…it’s indescribable. I smell the crisp, filtered air of the room with a subtle scent of musk that I know belongs solely to him. I hear his labored breaths, and the sounds our bodies create together. Skin against skin and the whimpered moans I don’t even try to temper as each moment and each touch becomes more and more intense. His thrusts suddenly become more jerky and uncontrolled, his breathing labored.

“Fuck. Come for me, Sparrow,” he says as his piercing rubs against my g-spot, sending me falling apart on command.

“Arianna!” he growls, finding his own release.

I shout my orgasm so loud I’m sure someone downstairs will overhear. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me as my pussy spasms for what feels like hours. Oh my god! Fuck! Shit! It’s all so overwhelming, so satisfying, I almost miss the small but very important detail.

My name.

Breathing heavily, I slowly lift my blindfold to find him watching me intently, his chest heaving in an attempt to catch his breath as he obviously waits for me to process what he just said.

“Y-you know…how do you know my name?” I ask carefully.

He swallows roughly but doesn’t speak, instead just licking his lips as he eases out of me. I expect him to speak but he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches for his pants, discarding the condom before fastening his belt and tucking in his shirt.

He knows my name. Knows me. There is no way he could have found out any other way, and now he’s trying to walk out just like that? Fuck that. I jump to my feet as quickly as I can, reaching for his mask before yanking it up and over his head.

He spins to face me, probably in an attempt to stop me, but it’s too late. The mask is clenched in my hand tightly, and my eyes widen at what I see. Horror crawls through me as any and all words die right there on my tongue.

What. The. Fuck.

Logan Cunningham. It’s Logan. Dom is Logan.

Oh my god.

I fucked my ex-stepdad.

Chapter Six

Logan

Fuck. This is not how I wanted her to find out. I didn’t want her to find out at all. I wasn’t sure how I wanted to play this all out. From the moment I figured out that my perfect beauty was Arianna, I told myself it had to be a one-time thing. I told myself we had already crossed a line, that me denying us both the pleasure we deserved wouldn’t change anything. We’d find the mind-altering pleasure we were capable of with each other and go our separate ways.

But then she asked me to show her. So vulnerably. So beautifully. It was like she reached inside my head and spoke the one thing that brought my inner Dom to his knees. This beautiful, perfect girl wanted to learn, to explore, and she wanted me to be the one to teach her. How could I have possibly turned that down?

I told her to meet me back here tonight which was so fucking stupid. I talked myself out of coming so many times throughout the week. I know how wrong it is, sick maybe, but the mental images had been burned into my head from thatnight with her, the noises she made, the way she responded so well to me.

It was addictive, and I needed more.

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