Linger by Lauren Jameson

cock that was already stiffening again, Logan trembled beneath her touch, and Scarlett felt her heart melt.
    This was bad. She had no illusions that she’d broken him down to the core. But she’d be damned if she’d deny herself just a bit of possession, just for tonight.
    Scarlett slowly hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties, then tugged them down and stepped out once they’d pooled on the floor. Bracing her weight on the arms of the wide, soft chair, Scarlett climbed into Logan’s lap, spreading her thighs wide so that she could straddle him. Her stomach did a slow flip when he buried his face in her neck, then pulled back to look directly into her eyes.
    â€œWhy did you do that?” His voice was raw, solemn. Scarlett knew he was referring to the way she had ignored his request to stop, the way she had pushed him past what he wanted into what she thought he needed.
    She wasn’t omniscient, and for a moment her breath caught in her throat—had she done the right thing?
    Trust your instincts.
Luca had told this to her time and again as he’d trained her.
    â€œYou were trying to control the situation.” The fierce possession in Logan’s eyes made Scarlett want to look away, but she forced herself not to break eye contact. “As your Mistress, I can’t allow that. It’s the entire point of a power exchange.”
    She breathed out a sigh of relief when Logan again nuzzled his face into her shoulder. When he spoke, the warmth of his breath tickled the side of her neck.
    â€œAnd why did you choose me? Why not Bren? He’s clearly an easier sub.”
    Scarlett smiled wryly to herself, then reached down and clasped Logan’s erection, which was now fully firm, despite the fact that he’d just come. Rubbing her thumb over the tip, causing him to hiss in a breath, she chose her words carefully.
    â€œEasy isn’t always better,” she finally said, positioning the head of Logan’s cock at her entrance. She wanted to slam down on him and ride him hard, to put her feelings to work as physical sensation, but she knew that delayed gratification would be worth it.
    â€œAnd I don’t feel the same connection with Bren that I do with you.”
    A guttural cry issued from Logan’s throat as she slowly sank down completely on his length, and her sigh of pleasure mixed with his. Wet as she was, she was still small and he was . . . well,
not
. She had to work her way down, twisting and pushing, until her body accepted his full length.
    It was
perfect
.
    â€œMistress.” Beneath her, Logan was still, though he couldn’t quite control the quivering of his thighs beneath her. She knew how he was feeling exactly.
    Joining with him like this was the most intense thing she’d ever experienced in her life.
    â€œWill you tell me your name?” That he managed to ask while he was inside of her told her how much he wanted to know, how much he wanted that extra connection between them.
    â€œShh,” she whispered, laying her cheek to his shoulder and inhaling the scent of his skin. She wanted to tell him, yearned for that extra connection as much as he did.
    But she shouldn’t. Names would just add more intimacy, and as it was already, she knew that it was going to kill her to walk away at the end of the night. She had never believed inlove at first sight, in any kind of instantaneous connection—not until tonight.
    That tonight was all they would have ripped her apart inside, even as she slowly began to move, rocking back and forth on his cock.
    But she needed the opportunity in Montana. She wouldn’t—couldn’t—walk away from it, especially not for a man.
    Then he thrust up into her from below, and her maudlin musings were burned away as the sparks between them flickered, then burst into full flame.
    The heat licked at the soles of her feet, still clad in the boots, and traveled up her legs, bursting