The Naughty Stuff(15)

She swallowed hard, took his hand and walked back down the stairs with him. It was the longest walk of her life as they took the stairs one at a time, leaving her to wonder anxiously what Logan had planned for her. His grip on her hand was firm and Chloe doubted she could’ve escaped his clutches had she tried. Not that she wanted to.

Guiding her into his bedroom, Chloe suddenly felt dizzy. Letting his grip on her hand loosen, he reached for a lone wooden chair that was near his closet and brought it over to where she was standing. He placed it directly in front of her, the back of the chair flush against her thighs. Standing behind her, Logan held her shoulders squarely.

“Lift your skirt,” he breathed into her ear.

Without thinking, Chloe obeyed. Why, she wasn’t sure. Anyone else would’ve bolted from the room crying or screaming obscenities. Hell, a few might have even slapped the hell out of him for even suggesting such a thing. But not Chloe. Her feelings at that moment had nothing to do with reason and everything to do with curiosity and arousal. Doing as she was told, she hiked her skirt up, revealing her lace-top thigh-high stockings held up by a garter belt and satin panties.

Glancing over her shoulder, she was thrilled to see Logan’s mischievous grin. “Very nice choice in lingerie, Chloe.”

She felt the blood rise to her cheeks and she quickly looked away.

Logan tapped the inside of her ankle with his foot, urging her legs further apart while he swept her hair to one side and over her shoulder. Next, he placed his hands on top of hers and guided them onto the back of the chair.

“Don’t move.”

And with that, he disappeared. Left alone, Chloe’s heart began beating rapidly, the thudding inside her chest making her feel short of breath. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to calm her nerves, but it was next to impossible considering she had no idea what Logan was planning on doing to her.

When he returned a short time later, he had a large oak paddle in his hands with clearly etched initials on one side. LME, it read. She briefly wondered what the M stood for. She should’ve been terrified, but instead she felt energized and more alive than she had ever felt. In fact, she was so excited she feared she would tinkle all over his high-end polished and buffed tiger maple flooring. Real sexy, Chloe, she cursed herself. She clenched down, giving her Kegel muscles a good work out.

“I’m not going to hurt you – much. Now bend over,” Logan growled.

Chloe’s faculties left her and fear kept her frozen, unmoving. She felt a sudden tug on her hair and stern words spoken in her ear.

“In my house, my word is law, Minou. Bend. Over.”

Chloe bent at the waist, gripped the seat of the chair and held her breath. She felt herself leave her body as she waited for the wood to make contact with her bottom.

Instead, she felt warm hands slide her panties down to her ankles and fingertips gliding up the inside of her thighs seductively.

“Perfect,” he whispered.

Suddenly and without warning the oak paddle came down onto her soft flesh, making her gasp loudly. Heat seared up and over her lower back and down the tops of her legs. It wasn’t painful, much.

“When I give you a simple order, I expect it to be followed. Do you understand?” Logan stated strictly.

“Yes,” she stuttered out.

“Yes, Sir, Minou.”

Chloe was confused. It was the word Sir that had gotten her into trouble and now he wanted her to call him Sir? She didn’t dare question his authority, not while he was still holding the paddle.

“Yes, Sir,” she said without delay.

“Good girl.”

Never in her life did she think those two words used together could elicit such joy. She wanted to hear them again, over and over, spoken exactly in the same manner, kind and lovingly. Yes, lovingly.

“The only place you’re allowed to call me Sir is in this room or my workshop. Is that understood?” he clarified as the oak made contact with the other cheek.

The workshop? Yes. She most definitely wanted him to work her over in that room. “Yes, Sir,” she moaned out as her silken folds became damp.

Now it all made sense - the room, the pictures, the equipment… she wanted to experience more. She wanted Logan to teach her and to do whatever else he wanted to do to her. She rose on her tiptoes and pushed her ass out, wanting more of what Logan was doling out despite the heat burning in her ass, but to her disappointment, Logan set the paddle down on the seat of the chair in front of her.

He chuckled under his breath when she moaned out her displeasure.

“You’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?” he breathed, running two fingers up her slit, feeling the wetness between her legs. “I think you’ve had enough for now. Stand and face me.”