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and got up to go to the
bathroom, ready for my ritual, but Logan grabbed my hand and pulled me down
onto his lap. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’
‘To the bathroom.’
‘But I told you that I have plans
for you, the bathroom can wait,’ he whispered in my ear as his hand slid under
my dressing gown and up my bare thigh. I went to protest but he started kissing
me and I waged an internal battle in my head. Vomit or Logan? Vomit or Logan? As
I heard the choice in my head I knew it sounded ridiculous, who would choose
vomiting over this man and his sensuous lips? By the time his tongue
penetrated my mouth and his fingers were parting my vulva, my head said “fuck
it” this is more important. I immediately wrapped my arms around his
neck and kissed him back hard. I tensed as I heard the door to the main suite
opening. ‘What’s that noise?’ frowned Logan as he pulled his head back.
‘Probably just the maids making
the bed while we’re otherwise occupied,’ I lied.
‘How do they know we’re otherwise
occupied?’
‘The entire suite’s fitted with
heat signature cameras so staff can see where the occupants are and ensure they
avoid being seen when refreshing flowers or making beds, etc.’ I smiled.
‘Not visual recording cameras?’
‘No, that would be highly illegal,’
I replied and saw him relax and nod. I kissed him back to distract him. He was
just like all the other men in one respect, mistaking me for a dumb blonde. It
was no coincidence that he’d managed to evade the camera in the lift, cover the
one in the bedroom and angle it away from the bed and smash the vase of
orchids holding the third one. Someone had told him and I’d lay bets on it
being the Antoine. Being gay my charms had been wasted on him, but how the hell
did he know where the cameras were to tell Logan in the first place?
Only Blaine and three of his security team would have known that, and Alderton
the accountant who’d ensured the paper trail to Logan’s account was covered so Daddy
wouldn’t discover it.
I trusted Blaine, but not the
rest of them, which is why I’d sent him a text as I got out of the shower while
Logan was eating, to ask him to install another spy cam on the other side of
the Jacuzzi. If Logan managed to somehow thwart my efforts with the original
one, I’d have a backup that he had no idea about. I may already have a shot of
him getting a blow job, which would turn me on to re-watch, but would do
nothing to tie him to me. In order to threaten his reputation, I had to pull
all of my skills of deception into play to catch him fucking me on film, where
I looked bored and uninterested and he blew his load too quickly. Blaine could
blur my eyes to disguise me and I could threaten to release that recording,
which could be uploaded to all forms of media sites and would go viral with his
name attached to it. Once word got out that he wasn’t actually a man of steel,
that his stamina was equal to that of a teenage virgin, no one would ever book
him again. From the moment he fucked me in the hot tub, Logan Steele’s fate was
sealed, he’d be beholden to me. Right now though I wanted to come again desperately,
the hot tub was going to have to wait.
I stood up quickly, surprising
him and shrugged off my dressing gown as I parted his thighs and stood between
them. He palmed my hips and ran his tongue up from my pierced belly button to
my breastbone, then veered right and flicked one of my nipples with his tongue.
I sighed and grasped his hair and pulled his head closer until he sucked one,
elongating it before applying pressure with his teeth leaving me whimpering as
fire shot through my breast and surged through my body. He slid one hand down
my belly, slowly moving towards my clit, leaving me panting in exquisite
anticipation, knowing how expertly his fingers were about to bring me to a
climax. He curved his two fingers as he eased them into me, instantly hitting
my g-spot as his thumb swept back and
bathroom, ready for my ritual, but Logan grabbed my hand and pulled me down
onto his lap. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’
‘To the bathroom.’
‘But I told you that I have plans
for you, the bathroom can wait,’ he whispered in my ear as his hand slid under
my dressing gown and up my bare thigh. I went to protest but he started kissing
me and I waged an internal battle in my head. Vomit or Logan? Vomit or Logan? As
I heard the choice in my head I knew it sounded ridiculous, who would choose
vomiting over this man and his sensuous lips? By the time his tongue
penetrated my mouth and his fingers were parting my vulva, my head said “fuck
it” this is more important. I immediately wrapped my arms around his
neck and kissed him back hard. I tensed as I heard the door to the main suite
opening. ‘What’s that noise?’ frowned Logan as he pulled his head back.
‘Probably just the maids making
the bed while we’re otherwise occupied,’ I lied.
‘How do they know we’re otherwise
occupied?’
‘The entire suite’s fitted with
heat signature cameras so staff can see where the occupants are and ensure they
avoid being seen when refreshing flowers or making beds, etc.’ I smiled.
‘Not visual recording cameras?’
‘No, that would be highly illegal,’
I replied and saw him relax and nod. I kissed him back to distract him. He was
just like all the other men in one respect, mistaking me for a dumb blonde. It
was no coincidence that he’d managed to evade the camera in the lift, cover the
one in the bedroom and angle it away from the bed and smash the vase of
orchids holding the third one. Someone had told him and I’d lay bets on it
being the Antoine. Being gay my charms had been wasted on him, but how the hell
did he know where the cameras were to tell Logan in the first place?
Only Blaine and three of his security team would have known that, and Alderton
the accountant who’d ensured the paper trail to Logan’s account was covered so Daddy
wouldn’t discover it.
I trusted Blaine, but not the
rest of them, which is why I’d sent him a text as I got out of the shower while
Logan was eating, to ask him to install another spy cam on the other side of
the Jacuzzi. If Logan managed to somehow thwart my efforts with the original
one, I’d have a backup that he had no idea about. I may already have a shot of
him getting a blow job, which would turn me on to re-watch, but would do
nothing to tie him to me. In order to threaten his reputation, I had to pull
all of my skills of deception into play to catch him fucking me on film, where
I looked bored and uninterested and he blew his load too quickly. Blaine could
blur my eyes to disguise me and I could threaten to release that recording,
which could be uploaded to all forms of media sites and would go viral with his
name attached to it. Once word got out that he wasn’t actually a man of steel,
that his stamina was equal to that of a teenage virgin, no one would ever book
him again. From the moment he fucked me in the hot tub, Logan Steele’s fate was
sealed, he’d be beholden to me. Right now though I wanted to come again desperately,
the hot tub was going to have to wait.
I stood up quickly, surprising
him and shrugged off my dressing gown as I parted his thighs and stood between
them. He palmed my hips and ran his tongue up from my pierced belly button to
my breastbone, then veered right and flicked one of my nipples with his tongue.
I sighed and grasped his hair and pulled his head closer until he sucked one,
elongating it before applying pressure with his teeth leaving me whimpering as
fire shot through my breast and surged through my body. He slid one hand down
my belly, slowly moving towards my clit, leaving me panting in exquisite
anticipation, knowing how expertly his fingers were about to bring me to a
climax. He curved his two fingers as he eased them into me, instantly hitting
my g-spot as his thumb swept back and
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