Torn from You

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“Stay still.” He ordered, and at the sound of his deep, resonate voice a wave of desire shot through me. He leaned closer, and I could feel his breath on my pussy, scorching heat blazing so hot that I was ready to scream at him to just touch me. I knew my sweet torture would last longer though.
“You’re swollen and glistening. God, Emily. You’re mine. This pussy is mine. Nothing touches it but me.”
“Honey. Please.” My knees were trembling so badly that he had to steady them with his hands around my ankles.
Then he spread my lips apart, and his tongue touched me. I moaned, sinking further into the bed as he began suckling deep and hard, then soft and sweet. Dragging my wetness upward with his tongue, and then swirling over me, he had my entire body arching to meet him.
Unable to touch, my hands were tied together, and Logan had complete control over my body; it was a release of pure ecstasy. A giving of myself to him, trusting him to do what I needed, what my body desired.
I was near exploding as two fingers drove inside me at the same time as he sucked hard on my clit. I screamed, arching, and he put his other hand on my stomach to keep me in place. He pulled his head back.
I moaned. “Oh God, Logan. Please.”
“Not yet. You will wait, Emily. Every time, unless I tell you otherwise.” Then he turned around and lay on his side beside me, his cock inches from my mouth, so close I could’ve swept my tongue out and touched it. I wanted to, God, I wanted to taste it.
“You want this?” He gripped his cock in his hand.
I nodded.
“Good. Because I’m giving it to you.” His knees came on either side of my head, and then he lowered until the tip of his cock was touching my lips. “Open. Take all of me. I’m coming inside your mouth, baby.”
I opened, and his heated hardness came into my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around him tasting the sweet, salty pre-cum on the tip of my tongue.
He stiffened and groaned. “Oh fuck.” He settled further on top of me, and then I felt his hands pushing my legs open.
I sucked while he moved up and down, fucking my mouth while he drove his fingers inside me and licked and sucked until I was screaming inside, wanting release. Yet every time I got close, he backed off.
His balls hit my face as he pumped hard into my mouth again and again, and I knew he was close when he began sucking on me ruthlessly.
“Now, baby.”
I sucked his cock hard, taking him deep into my throat, my wrists straining against the silk scarf as my body arched then reached its peak at the same time as I felt him stiffen. His cock was deep in my mouth, and the spurt of his cum slipped down my throat. I swallowed and moaned and swallowed more as he came at the same time I did. It was beautiful and it was him giving me everything I wanted.
He pulled out then turned around and pulled me into his arms. “I love you, Eme.” He stroked my back then over my ass then up again until his hands undid the scarf, and I was finally able to touch him.
And with my hands on his chest feeling his heartbeat, and my head nested in the crook of his arm I fell asleep.
Chapter 28
“Mouse.”
I woke to Logan’s sexy voice, but it wasn’t beside me.
“The party has started. Let’s go, baby.”
“Shit. You let me sleep?”
“You needed it.”
I stretched like a cat after a good nap and felt the sweet soreness in my jaw and smiled. Damn, I’d never done anything so erotic as last night. The thought of Logan sent a wave of heat through me. A heat that filled my heart and made it feel—complete. And when I looked up at Logan standing at the end of the bed dressed in dark jeans and a purple pinstriped button-down dress shirt, I totally fell in love all over again.
I could lie here for hours and admire him with his delicious bedroom hair and purple shirt that showed off his russet eyes.
He frowned. I licked my lips.
God, I loved him. He looked so confident and self-assured even though tonight the band had to impress some big names in the music industry. I was probably more nervous than he was.
I couldn’t believe this man was mine. He never gave up on me. He never gave up on us.
“Do I get a kiss?”
“Right now, all I want to do is say fuck it and crawl back into bed with you. So coming any closer ... is a bad idea.”
The sheet slipped to my waist as I sat up and I heard him groan.
“Fuck.”
There was no question I wasn’t getting a kiss, so I threw the covers aside and slipped to the edge of the bed.
His hands clenched into fists as his eyes travelled down my naked body then back up again. He shook his head back and forth and inhaled a deep breath. It felt amazing that I could do that to this man, make him want me. He’d always made me feel beautiful. He still did, and I loved him even more if that was possible.
He cleared his throat, but it was still a little unsteady as he said, “I bought you a dress. It’s in the bathroom.”
I sat up. “You bought me a dress?”
He gave a curt nod. “Shoes are there too.”
“When did you do that?” We’d spent nearly every moment of the last week together.
“When I went to see Deck. Get dressed, Eme. Meet me downstairs. I want you to meet our new manager.” He walked out of the room shutting the door a little too hard behind him, and I laughed. I also noticed how his jeans had become snug between his legs when I’d thrown back the covers.
When I walked downstairs, following the sound of voices out onto patio that now had a huge white canvas tent over it, I was feeling ... well beautiful. I couldn’t remember the last time I truly felt attractive. I mean, I definitely didn’t when I was a girl growing up with my mother’s constant belligerence.
Logan was staring at me.
Our eyes locked. The guy he was chatting with stopped talking and turned to look at me too. Yeah, I felt beautiful. Logan had always made me feel that way. No matter what crap my mother spilled, it was all lies. The only way to make herself feel better was to put someone else down, and that someone happened to be her daughter.
My dress fit perfectly, a simple asymmetrical white chiffon skirt, plunging neckline top with a dipped back that contrasted with a subtle black lining. Logan had laid out a pair of stunning white and black strappy heels which, surprisingly, fit too. I wondered if Kat had anything to do with it.
Then there was the box he left wrapped with a yellow bow on top of my makeup bag. I gasped when I opened it, eyes filling with tears as I saw the pendant necklace laid in blue velvet. The tasteful diamonds hung on a solid, thin gold chain. When I put it on, the necklace fit snug to my neck, the pendant touching the center of my throat so that you could see my skin through the center of the diamonds. It was striking, and for a few minutes I admired it in the mirror as it nestled against my skin. I wasn’t sure where he had the money for it, but it was from him, and he’d been thinking about me.
When I saw the note folded neatly below the box, I smiled.
It said,
“No panties tonight, Emily. I want to be on stage knowing you’re naked beneath that dress. I love every part of you.”
Now he was standing in front of me and I felt like we were the only two people in the room.
“Emily,” Logan looped his arm around my waist as he leaned in and whispered in my ear “You make me breathless.”
“Thank you for the necklace.”
“Did you do as I requested?”
I wanted to laugh at him using the word “requested.” Logan rarely requested; he spoke, and it was done, and that wasn’t only with me. I nodded, and he swore and groaned then kissed me. “Good girl.”
Then we were pulled apart by a voice. “Now I understand what kept you away from my office this week.”
Logan squeezed me in tight. It was possessive and was saying something to the guy. “Emily, this is our new manager Daryl. Daryl, Emily.”
I shook his hand and instantly felt the warmth emanating from him. He wore a suit and tie that fit his lean, tall form, and his hair was kept short and styled close. There was no rock star look in him. He was controlled, yet he had this casual air that made me feel relaxed.
We chatted for several minutes until the crowds started to arrive, and I was swept up into the fray as Logan introduced me to people I recognized from Avalanche, but mostly the guests were strangers. I caught a glimpse of Deck at one point, but he was in work mode, prowling the grounds and making certain the security was tight.
“Emily!” Georgie called as she pushed aside the throes of guests and came toward me.
She looked me up and down. “Damn, you look like you’re ready to be fucked or were just fucked.” She shrugged. “Whatever, it’s smacking hot. Logan, what the hell? You tying this girl up all week or what? Haven’t heard a peep from her.”
I felt my cheeks heat up at the mention of being tied up, and typical Georgie didn’t let it pass.
“Ha, well strap me down.” She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me in to whisper, “Rock star fighter who likes a little extracurricular activity in bed? Damn, he is one hell of a cupcake. Wonder if he likes spanking?”
Matt and Kat arrived, Kat looking stunning with her little black dress and blonde hair falling down over her slim shoulders. She was nearly as tall as Matt since she was wearing her spikey black heels, and she towered over me.
Logan leaned in and squeezed my ass. “Stay close to Matt. He knows what’s going on. You’re safer in a crowd, so don’t leave the party. I mean it, Eme. Not for a second.” I knew he was concerned about Alfonzo even though Deck and his men had the place covered. “You need to go the bathroom or freshen up, call Deck. He will have his phone on. No one else.”
I nodded.
“I hate to be away from you even for a second.”
I caressed his cheek and he took my hand and kissed my palm. “My heart is repaired, Logan. You did that.”
“Baby.” He pulled me into his arms, his hands on either side of my head as he kissed me. It was hard and intense and made me forget that we were surrounded by people. “You obliterated the bad in my life.” He kissed my forehead then drew back. “I have some suits to impress. You good?”
“Yeah, honey.”
He chin-lifted to Matt, and there was a look between them. And then Matt was beside me, his hand on the small of my back. Logan nodded then disappeared through the crowd. I saw him stop and talk to Ream who was with a cute little blonde, and then they were walking toward the stage.
It was another ten minutes before the band came on stage, and I was able to see Logan again. He was comfortable as he stood in front of the crowds, his confidence was natural, like being on stage was where he belonged.
And he did. There was no doubt that Tear Asunder was making it big, and Daryl obviously thought so, too.
Logan said a few words to the crowd and had them laughing and instantly falling under his spell. It was incredible that this man who oozed authority and power could have a group of posh executives melt at his feet. When Logan was on stage, it was like no one spoke unless he told them to.
He turned me on, but it was so much more powerful than that. It was like he was inside me, making my heart beat, my lungs breathe. He made me feel like whole again.