Power Play

Last time nobody said a thing; their mouths and bodies did the talking. Even after they were done, silence followed their climaxes, and they never talked about it again.

Had he done something wrong? Was she ashamed? Embarrassed? Shit – had it been that bad?

Andrea had been through a lot during that time. She had just lost her sister and was contemplating suicide. She was looking for comfort, a way to regain control, so Logan let her take charge, let her explore and control and manipulate him until she found her release.

And he was more than happy to oblige. In fact, he had dreamt about it more than once since their first meeting months ago. She was older than him – experienced – sexy and strong, it had kind of become a fantasy of his to have her fuck his brains out.

But then he saw her with Shane, and the fantasy shattered.

It was replaced with the image of her and Shane coming back to camp, flustered, their clothes slightly unkempt, smirks playing on their faces.

They so obviously fucked.

Shane was Logan's complete opposite. Alpha male. Rugged. Domineering. Did she seriously like that?

So he was surprised when she snuck into his tent again and started unzipping his jeans. It had been another horrible day on the farm and he could tell she was still feeling stressed and guilty – she needed comfort again. But he had presumed that job had gone to Shane. Surely he could give her what she craved?

He felt her weight against his hips as she straddled him, grinding against him, his arousal already poking through his pants under her rhythmic movements. He would always be willing for her.

But it kept playing on his mind. Her and Shane. It hurt seeing that satisfied smirk on her face. She never so much as smiled when she was with Logan. He wanted to be the one to satisfy her, to dominate her, to make her scream in pleasure. Maybe then she wouldn't be embarrassed.

Fuck it. He was going to try something.

He grabbed her wrists as they rested on his chest. She paused, watching him in the darkness.

"Take off your shirt," he said.

Even in the low light, he could see the surprise on her face.

"What?"

He cleared his throat, trying again. "I said take off your shirt."

She side-eyed him, not sure how to take the sudden request, but she did as he said.

He tried to hide the thrill he felt at watching Andrea tear off her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts, though they were sadly confined to a modest, white bra.

"Now you?" she asked, still unsure what game they were playing, but he shook his head.

"Now the bra."

She hesitated.

He sat up, pulling himself out from underneath her - as much as his instincts told him not to. But he had to take command of the situation.

"Take off your bra," he said more sternly, even surprising himself.

Slowly, she obeyed, unhooking it from behind and releasing those perfect, round breasts from their prison. God. It took all his power not to grab her and satiate the growing arousal he felt pulsing through his body at that moment. But he wasn't done playing with her.

"Now touch yourself."

She raised a blonde eyebrow at him.

"Excuse me?"

For a moment he worried he had gone too far, but he couldn't stop now. If domineering was what she wanted, domineering was what she would get.

"I didn't ask you to speak, Andrea." It was hard to act angry at her, but all he had to do was imagine her with Shane and suddenly the anger wasn't so fake. "I told you to touch yourself in front of me. If you question me again I'll…I'll have to punish you."

He held his breath, gauging her reaction. But then a small smirk played on her lips. God, even that excited him. He was going to lose it if he wasn't careful.

She gently unzipped her jeans, kneeling in front of him, and let her fingers explore.

She moaned softly as her fingers began to move more vigorously, her other hand sailing upwards to massage her breasts, her nipples. It was a wonderful sight to Logan, who couldn't wait any longer. His hand reached down his own pants, gripping his rock hard dick as he watched on lustfully.

His cheeks grew hot, his breaths getting heavier. He wanted her so badly. But even more than that, he wanted her to want him. Not as a boy she ran to for comfort sex, but as a man who could satisfy her needs.

Andrea's moans were getting louder. She was having way too much fun by herself. He couldn't have that.

"Stop!" he panted, trying to stop them both from going over the edge too soon.

"Are you kidding?" she snapped, flushed and breathless. "I'm so close!"

He flared his nostrils, acting furious. He wanted to be the one to make her finish. And now she'd broken his rules.

He got to his knees so he was eye-level, so he could feel her quick breaths on his skin.

"I told you not to disobey me. I'll have to punish you now."

Her eyebrows raised in genuine curiosity. "Punish me? How?"

He paused as she looked at him expectantly, his facade beginning to chip. He wasn't really sure what exactly was supposed to happen now. He had never 'punished' someone before.

"Good question."

She smiled, leaning close to his ear. "How about you bend me over?" she whispered, her breath quick and hot against him.

His heart beat faster. Yes. He could do that.

He took hold of the back of her neck and pushed her head to the ground so her backside pointed upwards. She gasped. He felt a little bad doing it, but she seemed to be enjoying it, whimpering with pleasure as he swiftly pulled her jeans and panties down to reveal the soft, beautiful mounds of her ass.

He smoothed his hand along her spine towards her head and let his fingers tangle up in her blonde locks before gathering up a handful and pulling just hard enough to make her gasp in that erotic way again. He was enjoying the sound, the sight of her exposed and bent over for him. Damn, he wanted to enter her, but he had to keep the anticipation going a little longer.

"This is what happens when you disobey me."

He pulled her hair with his one hand and spanked her hard with the other, making her release a pleasing squeal. Fuck. He'd never heard her squeal before. It was too much. Seeing his pink handprint on her pale ass cheek made it even worse. But he had to make it even, didn't he? He slapped the other one and she moaned again.

"More," she breathed.

"Dammit, Andrea."

He slapped her again, and again. She was breathing hard, her face pressed against the ground, red and glistening with sweat.

"You learned your lesson?" he asked her gently as he released her hair and she nodded vigorously.

He liberated his hard-on from his boxers, already glistening and eager – so eager. But instead, he let the seconds pass torturously, sensing Andrea trembling beneath him as he let his moist tip massage her entrance, slowly, gently.

"Come on," Andrea's muffled voice complained impatiently.

He desperately wanted to give her what she wanted, but he wasn't going to make it that easy. For once he was in control. This was going to be memorable, he was determined.

"You like defying me, don't you?" he said playfully. "What do I have to do to make you behave?"

He looked around his small, dark tent, reaching for his backpack before rummaging inside and pulling out a piece of cloth.

"Maybe now you'll be quiet," he muttered as he tied the cloth around her head to gag her. "Our friends are nearby. Wouldn't want them to hear these noises you're making."

She let out a futile, muffled sound through the gag before giving up.

"That's better."

He lingered by her swollen entrance a moment longer, the anticipation driving her wild as he felt her smooth ass pushing closer and closer into his hips.

Screw it. She had suffered enough. He plunged into her and they both groaned with relief, finally scratching that itch. He slowly moved inside her, teasing, until he felt her bucking against him.

"You aren't allowed to move," he warned her. "I'm the one fucking you this time."

She released a frustrated noise as he pushed down on her back, restricting her movements.

And then he went hard, thrusting his hips quicker and quicker, sliding in and out, as hard and deep as he could manage. She let out a husky groan through the gag. He couldn't believe it. All these new noises she was making were driving him wild.

Too wild. His heart was going to burst out of his chest. And that wasn't the only thing about to explode.

Mid-orgasm, he pulled out, grunting, panting, letting his seed spill out onto his sleeping bag.

Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Was he too soon? Had he heated her up this much only to disappoint her?

One last, lingering moan escaped her lips, which immediately reassured him as he fell onto his side, catching his breath. Andrea finally lowered her hips down, pulling the gag out of her mouth as she faced him. Once she caught her breath, she smiled. That was a good sign?

"That was…fantastic." She bit her lip, her hair completely tousled and her cheek red with the zip imprint of his sleeping bag. "But next time…I wanna drive."

The End