My heart pounds in my chest as Logan gets up to his full height, towering over me. He walks around his chunky, wooden desk and stops right in front of my chair.

“Do you want me to care?” he asks, smirking as he grabs the arms of my chair and lowers himself down until his face is just inches away from me.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” My voice sounds confident enough, steady enough.

But I know he can tell from the way I’m leaning back in my chair, as far away from him as I can, that he’s managed to intimidate me.

At the same time, wetness leaks out of me and pools in my panties.

“Let me worry about my work.” He speaks slowly, enunciating every syllable, commanding my whole attention. I can feel his breath on my skin as he continues, “I asked you a question. Do you want me to care why you asked so many questions? Do you want me to care about whether you’re jealous?”

“You haven’t answered any of my questions,” I say, ignoring the rapid beating of my heart.

Logan chuckles. But there’s something sinister about it that only makes him seem more threatening. “Why do you care about my life? Why do you care what I do with some woman you’ve never seen? Wasn’t this just supposed to be about biology, about sex?”

I swallow, but my nervousness remains. It’s like my heart has jumped up to my throat. Unable to think and finding it hard to speak, I simply repeat, “You haven’t answered any of my questions.”

“You know what?” Logan stands back up, but his intense stare continues to bore into my soul. He says, “I’m tired of talking anyway. I miss that side of you that listens to me and does everything I tell you to.”

Without any warning, Logan grabs my arm and pulls me up to my feet.

I open my mouth. “What do you think you’re do—”

Logan forcefully crushes his lips against mine as he yanks me to his warm chest.

I stand there, too overwhelmed by the intense exchange to kiss him back but unable to step back from the kiss. Lust and reason battle in my chest.

As Logan bites my bottom lip, I shatter. Lust wins, hands down.

I part my lips for him and let his tongue sweep inside me. I kiss him back with no hesitation as he takes full possession of my mouth. Our tongues twist together, even as conflicting emotions clash in my rib cage.

I’m too far gone to think, to pay attention to my feelings. I spin out of control under Logan’s ravishing assault.

He traps my face in his hands and whispers against my mouth, “Like putty in my hands.”

I want to protest—out of pride, out of vanity—but what’s the point? We both know he’s right.

“Put your palms on the desk,” he orders, breath panting.

The defiance within me has completely evaporated. There’s something about his voice that makes me want to obey.

Logan stands behind me and presses my back down until my upper body is stretched across the desk, my fingers grabbing onto the edge.

As Logan wraps his arms around my waist, I stand there, gasping for breath.

In front of me is the uncovered window. In the darkness of the night, I can see my own reflection on it, ghostly and insubstantial.

No wonder Logan was so confident. I look like a woman in heat. Even though the colors in the reflection are faint, I can make out the flush in my cheeks. My mouth hangs open as I struggle just to even breathe.

“Don’t move,” Logan says in his deep, smooth baritone.

My knees grow weak as Logan pulls my jeans and panties down my legs. He lets them pool around my ankles, trapping my feet with the fabric of my own clothes.

“Good girl.” He kisses the back of my knee, making me gasp. I had no idea that part of me is so sensitive.

Logan chuckles, his breath caressing my skin as he trails kisses up my bare thigh.

I stay as still as I can, although there’s no stopping the light shivers and the goosebumps. I bite down on my bottom lip and grab onto the edge of the desk harder.

When Logan reaches the top of my thigh, he slows down his pace, softly dragging his lips over my skin, his facial hair tickling me.

Grabbing my legs, Logan spreads them apart. “You’re wet,” he says. “You’re almost dripping. Dirty girl. Looks like you need some help getting clean.”

He hovers over my slit, then I feel his tongue licking over my wet folds. He shoves his tongue into my opening, making me crave something bigger, something thicker, something that will fill me up and finish me.

But I know it’s not time yet. And I know Logan will decide when it’s time.

The thought of being completely under his control sends my arousal through the roof.

“You taste good. Sweet. Like honey,” he groans, his hands gripping my thighs harder. “I can’t get enough of this.”

I moan as Logan flattens his tongue and licks up and down my slit. My clit throbs in pleasure, yearning for special attention. Every time Logan brushes over it, my muscles immediately spasm.

When he finally circles my clit with his tongue, I explode right away, losing control of my whole body.

Logan keeps up his pace, not stopping even when I feel myself coming down from the high. I can’t believe it, but another orgasm rips through my body.

“That’s enough,” I sigh.

“It’s enough when I say it’s enough,” Logan says, growling with lust as he mercilessly eats me alive.

My body becomes a shuddering heap of orgasms, and I stop counting. What is he doing to me? I’m just coasting from peak to peak without ever coming down.

By the time Logan finally takes his mouth off me, my legs have completely lost all strength and I’m simply lying face-down on the desk.

My heart beats fast and my breathing is frantic. My whole body is covered with a thin sheen of sweat even though I’ve barely moved.

“Open your eyes,” Logan says. He’s already standing in front of me, blocking my view of the open window. “Look at me.”

I lift my gaze up, my eyes looking in his direction but not quite focusing on his face. What has he done to me? I feel like I’ve lost control of my whole body.

“Very good,” Logan says. Somehow, those two little words are enough to inject me with vitality and get me ready for whatever he wants me to do next. He continues, “Now, be a real good girl and open your mouth.”

The sound of Logan unzipping his jeans fills my ears, telling me what’s coming. I may have had a super-long dry spell, but I know what Logan wants. And my mouth is already salivating in anticipation.

I part my lips like he wants me to.

Logan pulls his cock out, and I stare in amazement at the thick, hard rod in front of me. I can’t believe I had that monster inside me yesterday. Veins run along the side of it, throbbing like it can’t wait to be inside me.

I lick my lips and reach out my hand, but Logan grabs my wrists.

“Stay still,” he says.

He pulls me up across the desk until my feet are no longer touching the floor. My head is at the edge and my thighs hang off the other side of the desk.

Logan holds his cock in his hand and strokes it up and down as his gaze roams all over me. He reaches behind me and grabs my ass cheek, then squeezes it, hard. His pupils have dilated, darkening his gray eyes.

He likes what he sees, I realize. Watching me helpless and dripping onto his desk with my pants off turns him on.

I may be the one following his orders, but Logan is just as helpless under the control of this magnetic vortex swirling between us, pulling us closer and closer, deeper and deeper into insanity.

Logan presses the spongy head of his cock against my lips and lets out the sexiest sigh ever. He rubs his shaft back and forth across my lips, groaning.

I swear the sounds he makes sends me wild with desire. I don’t know if I’m still dripping because of my orgasms from before or if it’s because of his groans.

Again, I reach out my hand to grab him and direct him into my mouth, but Logan stops me again.

“I said, stay still,” he says. “Just keep your mouth open.”

I let my jaw hang open. This should be less work than a regular blowjob, right?

But then, as Logan slides his cock inside me, I realize this is going to be challenging in a different way. He grabs my hair and slips in and out of me. He has complete control over the speed and the depth.

I learn to pay attention to his rhythm and match my breathing to it. The deeper he goes, the more important this is. When he slips past the back of my throat, he does it slowly but it still catches me off guard. I tap Logan’s thigh and he pulls out immediately.

“Not used to it? You’ll learn to like it,” he says darkly. “Open your mouth. Take a breath, then take all of me.”

“Relax,” Logan says as he enters me again.

My heart races as he enters my throat. He’s so thick it must be a tight fit in there. He’s cutting off my air supply.

Logan slides out and tells me, “Breathe. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I shake my head.

“Did you like it?”

My face heats up, but I can’t deny how I feel about it. If Logan touches my pussy, he’d find out just how wet I am.

I nod. “Yes.”

“I knew you would.” Logan smirks. “Now, do it again. Relax and breathe when I pull out, and you’ll be fine.”

He buries his cock all the way down my throat, until my nose presses against his pubic bone. All my concentration goes into trying not to gag or clench my jaw, but it doesn’t escape my notice when Logan shivers with pleasure. That reaction alone is worth the effort of taking the whole length of him.

As Logan fucks my face, I feel completely used. Like I’m just a sex doll lying on the desk, an inanimate tool he uses to masturbate.

And, I like it.

My throat gets sore after a while. But, with Logan, pain only enhances pleasure. When he hurts me in the process of using me, he only makes me crave him even more.

“Good little cocksucker,” he says.

I look up at him, surprised by his crude language. But when I see the expression on his face, the pure, dirty, unbridled lust written all over his face, I lose all my prudish inhibitions.

He wants to use me. And I want him to use me. It makes me feel alive. It probably makes him feel powerful. That power . . . All I want to do is surrender to it.

Logan cocks me a lopsided smile as he stares at me, knowing he’s got me under his mercy.

“Yeah, you heard me,” he says. “But as amazing as your mouth feels, that’s not where I’m going to come.”

Electricity awakens my nerve endings when I realize what Logan is about to do. I enjoy this immensely, but this is not how I want him to finish either.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Logan groans as he reaches between my legs and touches my soaked pussy. His cock jumps in my mouth, telling me how much he anticipates this, too.

When he pulls out of my mouth, a little string of spit falls from the tip. Before I can wipe it away, Logan grabs me, strips me, flips me, manhandles me until I’m completely naked and lying on my back with my ass hanging off the edge of the table, Logan’s rock-hard cock only a fraction of an inch away.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he says, his eyes roaming all over my body.

I moan as Logan slips two fingers inside me, all at once. He hooks his fingers up and rubs the upper wall of my vagina, making me squirm in pleasure.

This feels great, but it’s not enough. I want more. I need more.

My eyes drift down to his cock, which is pointing right at me. Logan smirks as he follows my gaze.

He takes off his button-down shirt and his lips form a wider smile as I take in the glorious sight of his muscular body—strong, hard, and no doubt sculpted by unyielding discipline.

His brawny, powerful arms and shoulders. The lines of his six-pack abs. The V-shaped ridge that connects his hips to his pubic area.

“What are you looking at?” he asks as he leans forward, knowing full well I’m appreciating his body.

“You.” I moan as his fingers caress my insides.

“Good girl. Look into my eyes. I’m going to make you come.”

I lift my gaze, and Logan wraps his free hand around my neck, making it harder for me to breathe but intensifying all the sensations I’m feeling at the same time.

Logan continues to fuck me with his fingers while he presses a thumb right against my clit. I’m so aroused already that in no time, I shudder and shake on his desk, throwing my head back against the wood and arching my back.

“I was going to stretch this out longer but you’re so turned on you just can’t help coming right away, can you?” Logan shoots me a cocky smirk. He knows exactly how much I’m enjoying this. He says, “That’s great, because I can’t hold back any longer. You’re just too fucking sexy.”

“Are you going to fuck me now?” I ask in a throaty voice, impatient.

“Yes.” Logan presses down on my clit again, sending a jolt of pleasure up and down my spine. “But only if you ask me to, if you beg me to.”

“Fuck me,” I say right away. I want that cock. Now. I’ve waited long enough.

“Say the magic word,” he says mockingly.

The way he said it would’ve annoyed me under normal circumstances. But I’m out-of-my-mind horny and I can’t think about anything other than that thick meat between his legs so I say, “Please fuck me.”

“That’s better,” Logan says. “Good girl.”

He pulls his fingers out, then quickly replaces it with his cock, already sheathed in latex when I wasn’t paying attention. He thrusts inside me in one smooth motion.

I’m so wet there’s no resistance at all, although he’s so big, it still takes a while for my pussy muscles to stretch and take all of him.

Logan grips my wrists and pins them down against the desk as he slams into me again and again. My limited range of motion means Logan’s in complete control again.

He seems to get off on the sense of power. And as it so happens, I’m learning that I get off on the sense of helplessness.

I can’t even touch him or grab him. I can only lie there and take his forceful fucking, tensing my legs and curling my toes as he takes me higher and higher.

His pace is perfect. My body starts to shake—something that doesn’t usually happen without any contact with my clit.

I lose my mind. In my head, I keep asking, what is he doing to me? My body goes into overdrive as he pounds into me.

I don’t know when I moved my legs, but they’re wrapped around Logan’s hips, pulling him closer, urging him to fuck me even harder.

“Fuck me,” I moan in between my gasps. “Please fuck me.”

Logan brutally thrusts inside me—deeper, faster, more powerfully. He brings us closer and closer to the brink of release.

I force my eyes open to see Logan’s gorgeous face, his thick, dark eyebrows knitted in concentration, his open mouth breathing frantically, his beautiful eyes staring right back at me . . . and I fall apart.

Reaching the precipice fast and hard, I cry out as my pussy clenches around his cock. Logan presses a finger against my asshole—not penetrating, but enough to make me come even harder.

Logan fucks me with abandon as my orgasm tears me in two. He pulls on my hair and grunts as he slams into me with one last deafening blow.

I moan as Logan grabs my hips and grinds himself against me, his cock twitching inside me as I clutch onto his shoulders and listen to his erratic breathing.

Slowly, my senses return to, me and I can’t help but wonder, what the hell just happened? We went from arguing to having crazy, intense sex.

When Logan turns on his dominant side, there’s nothing I can do to resist.

Even now, with his weight on top of me, I can’t fight my own body’s pull to him. It’s like I’m being betrayed by something within me.