Page 6 of Twisted Love

“I see.” He continued to eat, the short sentence all the answer she knew she’d get. He’d talk when he felt like it.

She tasted her soup, found it delicious as always, but didn’t really notice. All she wanted to taste was that spot between his neck and his clavicle. That silky spot, that was only one of many, but one of her favorites.

“Do you want more wine?” She asked a few minutes later when she noticed his glass was almost empty.

“Yes, thank you.” He sat back in his chair and she watched him as she stood up, his gaze on her feet.

She’d figured out he had a thing about her wearing heels and had deliberately slipped them on after she sat down to eat. All part of the plan.

His left eyebrow lifted a little, but he didn’t speak. His eyes didn’t move either, they just became a darker brown and narrowed at the corners with interest. She moved up next to him, her left knee pressed against his thigh. Instead of moving the wine glass closer, Keily leaned over the table, knowing the hem of her dress would ride up…just enough to reveal the white expanse of her plain cotton panties.

She immediately felt his hot palm on the expanse of her upper thigh in a soft but possessive clench. If only those fingers would move a little bit higher. Logan wouldn’t do that though, he liked to play, he liked to take his time, and she loved every second of it. She looked back at him, smiled, but said nothing. She poured the wine to the appropriate level and then stood up. “Anything else?”

“Ahem, no.” He moved his hand away and picked up his spoon again.

Taking her seat once again, Keily picked up her spoon and went back to her own dinner. The bread was dry and tasteless in her mouth, though she knew it was just as delicious as the soup. Nothing would taste good, nothing would bring her pleasure, not with Logan in the room. Only he held her senses, and only he could give her pleasure.

“Perhaps you should take off your dress if you’re hot.” He broke the silence in the room.

Her breath caught in her chest. He was ready then. She brought her face up to look at him. “Perhaps. I’m not that hot though.”

Not yet, were the words she left unspoken.

Aware that his eyes were on her, she pulled her legs up into the chair, letting one shoe dangle from her foot. Let him come to her, she decided. Even if all she wanted to do was crawl to him.

Logan picked up his napkin, wiped his mouth, and let his eyes meet hers with a defiant air that was tinged with awareness. Two could play that game, his gaze said.

Her lips twitched up at the corners, a smile of victory that wasn’t quite dazzling yet.

“Are you finished eating?” He asked as he stood up, not admitting defeat at all as he gathered his dishes.

“I am.” She answered and watched him take the dishes away before she picked up the glass of wine, took a gulp, then put it back down.

“I brought you this.” She heard him say as he came back to the table, a box in his hands.

“Oh, it’s lovely.” She responded as expected, and held the necklace up to him so he could put it on her. “It’s beautiful, Logan, thank you.”

“Not as lovely as you.” His fingers brushed against her skin as he brought the edges of the necklace together to clasp it behind her neck. He must have felt the shudder of anticipation that wound down through her body as liquid heat at even that slight touch, but he said nothing.

Cold stones and metal rested against her skin in a display of sapphire and diamonds that dazzled him if the look on his face meant anything. She was burning for him already. It wouldn’t take long for the cold metal and stones to warm up, not with the heat her skin was throwing off now.

She slid down from the chair, ready to thank him properly for the gift he’d bestowed on her, to selfishly take what she wanted from him, which was the real gift. Every moment of pleasure she gave to Logan was the best gift he could give her, even if he didn’t know that. She wanted to feel the silky but hard length of him between her lips, on her tongue. She wanted to inhale his scent while she swallowed him down her throat to the sound of the groans he couldn’t hold back, no matter how hard he might try.

The mere thought of giving Logan an oral thank you was an intense experience for Keily, a fantasy she often played with. Some men seemed to think that a woman sucking their dick put her in some kind of submissive position, and some women saw it the same way, and it could be if you didn’t take control. And Keily took control every opportunity she had with Logan. She loved having him in her hands, loved making him lose all control.

That was a completely different kind of pleasure, one that made her desire unbearable but something she endured with wicked glee. He’d see to it that she got her own relief from that torturous pleasure, one way or another.

“Stand up, Keily.” Logan rasped out when her fingers brushed against the zipper of his black slacks. “I want a different kind of thank you tonight.”

“Oh?” Her eyes went wide, and her eyebrows lifted in question. He’d decided to stay in control then. The hint of a smile that played at the corners of her lips was met with a smug smile.

“What?” He asked, his voice low and almost a purr.

“Nothing, I just thought you might like…” she let the words trail off and held out her hand as she stood up.

“No, my dear, not tonight.” He shook his head to add to the no. “Tonight, I want to hear you purr for me.”

“As you wish.” She lifted her chin slightly, met his gaze, and stared back boldly. There was nothing timid about her tonight. She wanted to push his buttons, to get a response from him, and she’d do it with defiance if that’s what it took.