Bound To My Husband

Chapter7

"Do not move," he said again, his voice dropping into a deep, serious command that made my heart race.

I did exactly as I was told. I stayed completely still, gripping the edge of the desk as I heard him step away from me. The anticipation was making my skin tingle.

A moment later, I felt his presence return. I heard the soft clink of a glass on the table, and I wondered what he was up to.

Then, his hands touched me. His fingers were incredibly tender at first, and my body reacted instantly, shivering under his touch. Slowly, he slid his hand between my thighs from behind. His fingers slipped inside me with ease, making a wet sound that made my face flush. I was already completely soaked for him.

"Damn, you are very naughty, sweetheart," he whispered in my ear. His voice was a low, teasing purr that sent a shiver straight down my spine. He gently bit my earlobe, making my stomach knot with desire. "Can I get a sip?" he asked, his tone playful yet dominant.

I bit my lip hard, my mind spinning as I tried to figure out what he meant.

"I will take your silence as a yes," he murmured, pressing a soft, warm kiss to my bare back.

I heard the distinct sound of ice rattling in a glass. Before I could process it, a sudden shock of cold touched me. He had taken an ice cube into his mouth, and now he was pressing his lips against my p***y. The contrast of his warm mouth and the freezing ice was intense.

He began to lick and suck under me, and I lost all my composure. I shamelessly spread my legs wider, holding onto the table for dear life. His tongue danced around my c**t, moving left and right with expert precision. A loud scream escaped my lips. I didn't care about being quiet.

He teased me like that for over five minutes, driving me absolutely crazy before he finally pulled away. The moment the pressure left, my body convulsed, and I released a heavy wave of fluid onto the floor. It was exactly what Laura had described to me before, a sensation she called squirt.

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"Ummm, I didn't know you were this nasty," Logan noted, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He spanked my bare ass hard, the sharp sting making me gasp, before he gripped my waist with both hands and pulled my hips back against his lower body.

I heard the sharp click of his belt unbuckling. A moment later, I felt his thick, hot length pressing right against my opening. Before I could even catch my breath, he pushed himself all the way inside with a deep, primal growl.

The sudden fullness felt like an electric shock. My toes curled, my mouth went dry, and a wave of pure pleasure crashed over me.

Logan held my waist in a tight, iron grip and began to slam into me. He was fast, rough, and completely relentless, pushing me to my absolute limits. It was a complete contrast to how gentle he had been during our very first time together.

The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the quiet office. I buried my head on the table, groaning through tears of pure ecstasy. He reached up, his hand gently but firmly gripping the back of my neck as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside me.

I became so wet that, during one hard thrust, he accidentally slipped out. I let out a frustrated whine, my body burning for him to come back.

Logan let out a low, confident chuckle. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he loved the control he had. He paused for just a second to tease me, before plunging back in.

He changed his rhythm, moving back and forth with a slow, agonizing friction. It was so overwhelming that I felt tears streaming down my face because of how good it felt.

"Logan... Logan, please," I stammered, my throat so dry that I could barely get the words out.

He leaned down, pressing his chest against my back as he kept up the slow, deep strokes. He was technically resting his weight on me now, taking his time to enjoy every single inch of me.

"Are you trying to communicate with me, Mrs. Carter?" he mocked gently, his voice full of arrogance and affection. He turned my face slightly, looking into my eyes. The silk tie he had used to blindfold me was now damp with my tears. Hearing him call me by his last name made my chest swell with love.

"Did I take your voice away?" he teased, his eyes flashing with desire. Then, he leaned back and instantly picked up the pace, driving into me with a fierce speed.

"Please," I whimpered again, completely helpless under him. I didn't even know why I was begging, but he was giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible.

"Don't beg me, Mrs. Carter. You brought this upon yourself," he groaned, spanking my ass again, I could feel it bouncing against his lower body. "You agreed to be mine, so face it."

He leaned down against me again, his breathing heavy and ragged. I could feel the tension building in his muscles, and I knew we were both right on the edge. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, locking me against his chest. I screamed his name as a massive orgasm shattered through my body, and a second later, Logan let out a deep growl and came inside me, his warm release filling me completely.

We rested there for a moment, panting heavily. As I tried to catch my breath, a wave of emotion washed over me. I wanted to confess everything, to tell him right then and there how much I loved him. But before I could speak, a sharp knock echoed on the office door.

"Go away, I am busy," Logan barked immediately, his voice instantly turning cold and authoritative.

"Sir, Miss Selena is here and insists on seeing you," the secretary called out from the other side.

Logan stiffened completely. The warmth left his eyes, and he looked down at me with a sudden, serious expression that left me completely confused.

"Put your clothes on," he instructed, his

tone turning completely businesslike as he stepped away.