He picked her up, gripping the globes of her ass in his palms.
“Logan!” Georgia shouted, her eyes widening in surprise.
“I’ll tell you the rest, but I’ll do it while I touch you. Lie down on the desk.” He ran a hand across the top, sending everything to the floor with a little crash.
He set Georgia right there, right where he’d been forced to survive. Her hair spread out across the dark wood. He palmed a breast, loving the way her nipples peaked under his hand. She was ridiculously responsive, as though she’d been made just for him.
And Seth. But Seth wasn’t here. A little sliver of guilt pulsed through him. She was supposed to belong to Seth, but he pushed that aside. She’d been his first. She wanted him and Seth wanted them all to be together.
“Tell me why you don’t have scars.” Georgia bit her lip as though she was trying not to cry out, and he started to play with her nipples.
He gave one a little twist and loved how she wriggled on the desk. It gave him the perfect opportunity to discipline her. He opened the big drawer where he knew Nate kept supplies. He pulled out two binder clips, twisting the silver handles back and forcing them open, bending them slightly. He couldn’t use them as they were. They would be too tight. He wanted light pressure, not real pain. Just a little bite to let his sub know she should stay in line or there would be some consequences.
“No moving, baby. You’re here for my pleasure.” He leaned over and let his tongue find her breast. Her skin tasted sweet and clean as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and let his teeth bite down lightly. He played for a minute before allowing the little berry to pop out of his mouth. With a quick turn of his hand, he placed the binder clip on her. He moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment and then stepped back. He was perfectly satisfied they wouldn’t cause damage, but she looked awfully cute in bondage, even off-the-fly, office-supply, perverted bondage.
And he’d spied something else in Nate’s desk. His boss liked to complain about people having sex in his office, but he obviously got plenty here himself since he had a tube of lube and a box of condoms stashed right next to his pencils and yellow legal pads. Logan knew damn well which items got used most often. Nate never took notes.
But first, he had to finish the story. “Stay still. You were right. This is calming me down. I’m not even tempted to haul ass out of here anymore. I like it here, but that day was rough on me. I still feel it in my bones.”
“But at least you’re talking about it now. You have to know that I love your scars. They mean that you’re alive.”
He shrugged out of his shirt, his fingers finding the circular scars there. “The bastard smoked. He burned me. That was some serious pain. Sit up. I want some therapy.” She’d started this, so she could handle what he needed. He helped her sit up, arranging her legs so he was in between them. “Kiss them, baby. You say they don’t bother you, but they bother me.”
She didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward and put her mouth right over the scar, her lips pressing to his skin.
This was what he needed. He didn’t need to walk the dungeon, finding comfort in every sub there. He just needed one sub. The right sub. The one who could make things bright again. His Georgia.
She kissed the burn scars across his chest, taking her time with each, her fingertips tracing the lines as though memorizing each one before she placed her lips over them—a benediction. With each kiss, each caress, he felt lighter, younger than before.
He touched the small scar on the left side of his jaw. “He smacked me with the landline here when I told him to fuck off.”
“Of course you did.” She gently pulled his head down and kissed him there. “How about this?”
She touched his left shoulder. He couldn’t help but smile. “That one I came by honestly. I fell off my bike when I was ten. But you can kiss me there, too.”
She nuzzled against his shoulder.
He pushed at the waist of his pants, shoving them and his boxers aside. “Georgia, I need you to touch me.”
She didn’t need an explanation it seemed. She just reached down, and her palm encased his cock in soft heat. Logan groaned at the feel. “Tell me what happened.”
“He hurt me. He got me hard and then stapled notes to my cock. He wrote little messages to me. Said I was weak. I was pathetic. I was worth nothing. And then he laughed as he said I wouldn’t be able to forget because they were on my dick.”
“Logan.”
“Don’t stop, G. I need you.” He moaned as her hand tightened. “I wasn’t circumcised at the time. That came later. It saved me, I think, because Luka got bored and took a knife to my cock. He told me he would cut it off, but he only tore up the foreskin before he got called away. He tucked me back into my pants. He didn’t want anyone to think he was queer. I knew what he was going to do when he came back. But Stef was there.”
Georgia hopped off the desk and got to her knees. “I’m so glad he was there. Logan, I don’t think any less of you because of what happened. I think more of you because you survived.”
She leaned forward and started pressing kisses on his cock. She started at the head, her lips touching him, and then he was the one who wanted to whimper and wail. It was maddening, her slow, methodical work. She pressed chaste little kisses all along his straining cock. He clenched his fists at his sides, forcing himself to stay still. She didn’t know everything about that day. There were things he couldn’t admit even to her, but they didn’t matter right now. Right now he was exorcising demons with the only woman he would ever love. He knew it deep down. Georgia was the one. She was the only one for him.
“He didn’t actually touch my balls, but they were very scared.” Was that him? Was he fucking joking about it?
His eyes nearly crossed as she gently pushed his cock up and laid her mouth on his balls. He sounded like he used to. Everything had been fair game when he was younger. He’d laughed at himself, been open to everything.
He couldn’t be that kid again, but maybe he could find just a piece of himself.
“Suck me, Georgia. I want to feel your mouth on me.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her toward him.
She drew him inside, her lips on his cockhead. He hissed a little when her tongue came out, darting all around his head.
“Did you make Seth crazy this morning, Georgia? Is this what you did to him, you little witch?”
He caught just the hint of a smile on her face. “You listened in, Sir?”
He’d wanted to join them, but they seemed so far away. What a difference one day could make. “I heard you sucking his cock. You think you owe him less than me?”
“No, Sir. I wouldn’t dream of it.” She leaned back over again and this time she started to properly eat his cock, sucking him inside. She gripped his dick, stroking the stalk while she suckled the head.
So hot. So fucking good. This was what he’d been missing all his life. Sex had been good before. It had been fun and light, totally casual. He’d enjoyed it, but now he craved it, and it wasn’t the sex he longed for. It was her. He wanted to be inside Georgia Ophelia Dawson, with her bratty mouth and soft heart. He’d trained to be a Dom, but he only wanted to be her Dom.
He watched as his cock disappeared into her mouth, her lips opening wide to take him deep. Heat scorched him, lighting him up from the inside. Her tongue whirled, caressing every inch of his dick, and he nearly exploded when she started to hum. It wasn’t a song, just a low vibration from the back of her throat that tingled along his cock. Her blonde head moved in perfect harmony with her hand. Over and over again, she sucked him inside, taking a little more each time. If he let her, he would soon hit the back of her throat, and there would be no going back from that. He would come straight down her throat, giving her every ounce of semen he had, filling her belly.