Black Light: Charmed (Black Light Series Book 15), page 7
“Such a good girl,” he purred as he shoved his clothes out of the way so he could fist his cock. She pulled against the cuffs, trying to reach for him, and he moved closer. Tearing the foil of a condom wrapper with his teeth, he rolled it on just before he pressed against her. “Beg me.”
As if she could argue right now.
“Please, sir,” she whispered.
“Please what?” He grinned, leaning over her, but he still wasn’t inside. Teasing, still fucking teasing after everything.
“Please fuck me, si—” The word didn’t even finish before it was swallowed by a moan as he thrust deep on the first stroke, his groan practically feral. Then Logan kissed her, possessive and fierce. Sparks lit up the darkness behind her eyes, and she would have laughed at the visual if she could have managed a breath. Instead there was only him, above her, inside her, everywhere, and every touch was overwhelming. Still too sensitive, too close to the edge.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered against her lips, leaving her dazed as he started fucking her.
There was no warm-up, not like she needed one, but every stroke was dizzying. Every brush against her clit like the shock from a live wire, winding her up until she came again, crying out.
“Fuck, Cassandra…” His groan had her smiling as another wave of catastrophic bliss rolled through her nerves, amplified when he ripped another clothespin free.
It would have been pointless to try and bite back the moan, even if she’d had enough brain power left to try. Another clothespin snick’d as it gave one last bite to her skin and she clenched him tight.
Logan growled above her, pausing his thrusts to take another off, and then another, and somewhere her nerves got confused because the next one crossed wires in her brain and she came like he’d turned the goddamn Hitachi back on.
“Please, please,” she babbled, unable to form any other words as he groaned and started thrusting again. Hard. Brilliant light wound through her, turning the world into a hazy glow as he filled her over and over.
“One more time, baby. One more,” he urged, and she could feel how close he was, hear the way his breathing caught, and so she let go, letting the rush take her under again as he took off one of the nipple clamps. Pain clashed with bliss, another orgasm rocking her as she felt his cock jerk inside her, his low growl changing into a groan of pleasure right beside her ear. “Fuck…”
There was nothing she could say that would be any better than that, and she wasn’t entirely sure her tongue would work at the moment anyway. Her muscles were a shivering mess, still shaking as he pressed her into the table, but she didn’t care. His weight felt comforting in the chaos of her nerves, because aftershocks were still rolling through her. Involuntary tremors that had her tense one moment and boneless the next.
Logan lifted up enough to kiss her, but it was slow. Cool water after the raging inferno that she was pretty sure had hollowed her out completely while easily taking the number one spot for best scene ever.
Probably best sex ever as well.
If she’d had the energy, she would have laughed, because it would have stroked his ego too much to know that he’d just beaten himself out for the number one spot.
Logan fucking Chisholm… what the hell am I going to do about you?
Chapter 9
Logan
As soon as he’d been able to stand up, he’d removed the last clothespins as gently as possible. Shushing her and apologizing as he’d taken off the last nipple clamp — but goddamn, the sounds she’d made. Every sweet little whine ran like a buzz over his skin.
Cassandra wasn’t exactly conscious, caught in that hazy middle ground where she groaned when he removed the buttplug and ran a warm cloth between her thighs, but she never even opened her eyes. Throwing everything into his duffel bag, he put the strap over his head so it wouldn’t slip off while he was carrying her, and then he heard a very light series of taps at the door.
Walking over, he cracked the door to find Weston on the other side of it. The tall dungeon monitor had taught almost every rope class he’d attended, and he eased the door further open to accept the blanket the man was holding.
“Thanks,” Logan said quietly, keeping his voice down. Weston smiled at him, glancing past him to where Cassandra was curled on her side, away from the windows where quite the crowd had gathered during their scene. It hadn’t taken long to get her out of the rope and the cuffs, but even from here he could still see the lines embedded in her skin from her struggles.
“That was impressive,” Weston whispered, slapping him lightly on the shoulder. “Well done.”
“I had enough time to plan for it.”
“Either way, you guys were the crowd favorite tonight.” Chuckling softly, Weston nudged him toward her. “There’s a bunch of chaos going on in the pool right now, so just be careful if you go that way. Slippery when wet and all that.”
“Red light district any better?” Logan asked, and Weston rolled his eyes.
“Hell no.” They both laughed under their breath, keeping their voices quiet, and then Weston offered his hand to shake. “I saw your rope work. Looking good, Logan.”
“Thanks, Wes.” Getting a compliment from a DM at Black Light could be like pulling teeth sometimes, and so Logan gladly shook the man’s hand.
“We’ll get the room cleaned up as soon as you’re out, just take care of your girl.” Weston leaned out into the hallway, looking down the row of rooms as he sighed. “I gotta handle something. Have a good night, man.”
“You too.” Heading back to Cassandra, he draped the blanket over her before he scooped her off the table. It took a bit of shifting, but he managed to get her covered without setting her back down. She was mumbling as he carried her into the hall, and he was relieved that their audience had dissipated, blending back into the club. As soon as he got to the steps down to the main play area, he heard the splashing. Then loud giggles, a scream, and he clenched his jaw, glancing at Cassandra to see if they were bothering her.
Blissfully unaware. Good.
She needed aftercare and quiet, and he hoped that one of the cool-down rooms was empty as he carried her across the main floor of Black Light. It was prime time for kink. After ten on a Friday night was always busy, but it seemed more full than usual as he slipped past someone getting caned on a spanking bench and then had to sidestep a rough blowjob.
Finally, he got to the curtained rooms set aside for aftercare, and movement caught his eye. It was Elijah, the Dungeon Master for Black Light West — and he was headed straight for him at a quick pace. Groaning under his breath, Logan prepared to thwart a lecture on whatever the man thought he’d done wrong, because while Cassandra was light, he was also exhausted, and the last thing he wanted to do was make her stand up before she was ready.
“Hey, Logan—” Elijah started and Logan cut him off.
“Can this wait until I get her in a cool-down room?”
“That’s what I’m over here for. Give me a minute to clear one.” Elijah stepped past him to peek behind one curtain and then the other. He seemed to debate for a second before going back to the first curtain and speaking softly through it. After a moment, Elijah smiled. “Thanks, man.”
“I appreciate it,” Logan said, feeling like more than the usual level of asshole as Elijah grinned at him.
“Don’t worry about it. I heard about your scene with her.” Elijah laughed as he crossed his arms. “You’re a mean sonuvabitch.”
“I didn’t—”
“Relax, it was a compliment.” Another too-loud laugh escaped him and then he cut it short. “Shit, sorry. She totally out?”
Glancing down at Cassandra, he shifted her in his arms, and she made a soft noise. “Not totally, but it’ll be a bit.”
“I’ll tell the DMs that cool-down one is occupied for now. Can you just leave the curtain open when you guys head out?” Elijah asked, moving out of the way as the previous couple exited the room. It was a pair of guys, one in a leather harness and nothing else, the other in just jeans, juggling a backpack, a bundle of clothes, and a blanket as he tried to wrap his boyfriend up in it.
“Sorry, one second,” the guy said, halting his boyfriend who yawned sleepily, managing to grab onto the blanket as the one in jeans threw the strap over his shoulder and hurried back into the room for their shoes. “He fell asleep.”
“No worries, brother,” Elijah replied. “We appreciate you letting someone else use the room.”
The dom smiled, glancing at Cassandra before he turned to Logan. “We wore them out early tonight.”
“Yeah,” Logan answered, offering a smile in return as the dom guided his boyfriend to a nearby couch to get him dressed.
“All yours! Thanks for waiting,” Elijah said, giving a quick two-fingered salute before he turned back to the main floor.
Logan didn’t hesitate, moving into the cool-down room to lay Cassandra on the deep chaise and close the curtain back. Dropping the heavy duffel bag, he unzipped it to take out their clothes, doing his best to shake out the wrinkles as he draped them over the chair against the back wall. He was about to take off his shoes when he saw the curtains move and then a hand reached in to set two bottles of water on the floor.
Weston.
Had to be the DM, because Elijah was probably already busy with something else. The next time he saw the guy off-duty, he needed to buy him a drink. For the shibari lessons, and the help tonight.
It took about thirty minutes for Cassandra to stir, but Logan would have been fine if she’d stayed exactly where she was. Her cheek pressed to his chest, curled up in his lap as he leaned against the back of the chaise.
Everything about it felt right.
More right than he had any right to feel, because it was only their second time playing. Ever. But he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head for ten months, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that the connection was still there. He didn’t have words for it, didn’t know what to call it… All he knew was that Cassandra Moreira was something special, and there was no way in hell he was letting her walk away again.
She shifted against him, yawning and stretching, and he felt a smile tugging at his lips as he watched her. The rope marks on her thighs were fading, but he could see tiny bruises from the clamps in the dark brown of her nipples. All he wanted to do was take them into his mouth, soothe them with his tongue… but he was supposed to be letting her cool down right now.
“Logan?” she asked sleepily, looking up at him with a sweet little smile. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he said back, helping her sit up when she tried to on her own. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine.” Rubbing her face, she looked around the tiny room, her brows pulling together.
“I brought you in here to rest. We’re in one of the cool-down rooms, but there’s no rush.” Leaning over, he brushed his thumb across her cheek, smiling when she leaned into his palm. “You can lay back down for a bit longer, or we can head back to my place to sleep.”
Her nose wrinkled for a second, and she turned to place a kiss on his palm before taking his hand into hers. “Logan…”
“I know, it’s not a date. But I’m not putting you in a Lyft as dazed as you are. So, your options are that I either drive you to your place, or mine.”
“You’re doing it again,” she said, her beautiful brown eyes meeting his gaze.
“Doing what?”
“The whole asshole but a gentleman thing,” she answered, but the end of it turned into a yawn that could have cracked her jaw.
Chuckling, Logan shrugged. “Well, as an asshole gentleman, I’m going to have to insist that you decide which house I’m driving you to, because I want you to eat something and get some sleep.”
Cassandra groaned, but it ended with a smile. “Fine. My place. But you have to leave by ten.”
“Any particular reason?” he asked, not wanting to push his luck, but curious all the same.
“I’m meeting friends for lunch.” Cassandra swung her legs off the end of the chaise, then stretched again, and he took in every curve as she laughed softly. Glancing back at him, she sounded incredulous as she said, “I cannot believe you edged me like that.”
“Believe it,” he answered with a grin, standing up to grab her bra for her. Then he dug her underwear out of his pocket, and she rolled her eyes. “We are still inside Black Light, Cassandra.”
“Yeah?” she replied, clearly not catching on as she put on her bra.
“I can still spank you for rolling your eyes.”
Grinning, Cassandra stood up and moved in close, trailing her fingers over his ribs before catching the waist of his pants and pulling him against her. “You don’t scare me, Logan.”
“Good.” The kiss was some combination of the two of them, both reaching for the other, but he moved his hand to the back of her neck to take control. Tasting her lips, her tongue, until all he wanted to do was drag her out of the room for round two — but she needed rest.
Although if he got her home fast enough, he might be able to squeeze in a second round before they both passed out.
That was all the incentive he needed to break the kiss, smiling at the soft sound she made as he looked into her eyes. “So, you’ve got plans tomorrow, but what about Sunday?”
Cassandra looked down, snagging her underwear from his hand, and then she stepped back to slip them on without answering. Irritated, Logan grabbed her arm gently, but he didn’t let go when she pulled back. “Come on, Logan. Let go.”
“Answer me,” he demanded, and she just stared at him for a long moment. “What is going on in that head of yours, Cassandra? You had fun tonight, didn’t you?”
“Obviously,” she said, rolling her eyes again, and this time he turned her to the side and landed a hard spank on her ass without hesitation. Her mouth was open in surprise as she turned back to him, a laugh slipping out as she gawked at him. “I can’t believe you did that!”
“You’ve really got to start believing me when I tell you something.” Blowing out a breath, he tugged her closer. “And I already told you that I’d do whatever it takes for you to give this a chance, so why do you keep trying to walk away?”
“I’m not trying to walk away, it’s—” Groaning, she shook her head. “Can we just talk about this in the morning? I’m fucking exhausted because someone made me come until I basically blacked out.”
He knew it was a distraction, a stroke to his ego to get him to shut up, but it wasn’t a no.
That’s progress.
“Okay, fine. I want to get you home anyway, but we will talk about it in the morning.” Once he let go of her arm, he passed her the dress and then gathered his clothes. Cassandra wasn’t looking at him, and he couldn’t figure out why.
Tonight had been amazing. Incredible.
There was no way in hell she didn’t feel it too, and no matter what was holding her back, he was going to figure it out and overcome it.
Chapter 10
Cassandra
“Oh my God, it’s so good to see you!” Vanessa cheered, hugging Cassandra tight.
“It is,” Wyatt confirmed with a smile as they all took their seats, his eyes immediately dropping to the menu in front of him.
“I know, it’s been months. Life has just been so crazy.” Glancing at the menu, Cassandra skimmed it before looking up at Vanessa again. “How have you been? Last time I was in town I got to see you in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and that part was a big deal, right?”
“She was Hippolyta, and she out-danced Titania easily,” Wyatt spoke up, looking at Vanessa like she hung the moon as the woman blushed.
“Wyatt,” Vanessa groaned.
“You did leap around the stage like crazy. I was impressed,” Cassandra confirmed.
“Yes, it was a big part, and I was very lucky to get it.” Vanessa waved a hand in the air before smiling warmly at Cassandra. “The more important thing is that you were able to come into town for it! I can’t tell you what that meant to me. I just wish we’d had more time hang out. I feel like I only got to see you for like an hour at the party and we haven’t been able to meet up since.”
“It’s been a busy year, but I’m going to be here in L.A. for The Nutcracker this month, so I’m totally coming to that,” she promised, and it made her feel good to see the excited smile on Vanessa’s face. The girl was a good friend, willing to text long distance, and she understood all the pressure of having to be perfect every single time you did your job. Mess up once and you didn’t get the next call-back, the next role. It was intense, and not everyone got it.
“You’re so sweet to take time out of your schedule to come to the show, and I’d love you for you to be there, but if you have other stuff to do while you’re home, I totally understand.”
“She said she wants to go,” Wyatt admonished under his breath, and Vanessa snapped her mouth shut. Glancing up at Cassandra, he gave her a kind smile. “She meant to say thank you and that she’d love for you to come see her perform.”
“I’ll be there,” Cassandra replied, grinning as Vanessa’s cheeks turned bright red.
“Can we please talk about something other than me for a minute?” Propping her elbows on the table, Vanessa leaned forward. “Tell me what you’ve been up to! You were just in London, right? For that shoot? I bet it was amazing.”
“It was fun, but fucking freezing. We did the shoot near the Thames, and I was in a gown, barefoot, trying to look haute couture without damaging the dress while the photographer kept telling me to extend my neck.” Laughing, Cassandra leaned forward dramatically. “Like I’m some kind of giraffe. I wanted to yell at him ‘my neck only goes so far!’ but that would have got me in so much trouble.”
“I bet the photos are beautiful though!” Vanessa sighed dreamily. “You get to go to the coolest places, Cass. When will the photos be out?”
All she could do was shrug. “No one tells me that stuff. I’m just a model.”
