The overwhelming sight sent blood rushing straight to Logan's cock. He stood frozen in the doorway, heart hammering against his ribs.
Exhaustion from the fight and teleportation still clung to him, but it was nothing compared to the storm of emotions crashing through his mind right now.
"Daenerys…?" His voice came out rough, uncertain.
She crawled closer, hips swaying sensually with every movement, her full breasts hanging heavily beneath her, nipples flushed and tugged by the silver clamps.
The leash attached to her collar swayed like an invitation.
When she reached his feet, she sat back on her heels, looked up at him with those smoldering emerald eyes, and smiled, soft, needy, and dangerously seductive.
"Master… you've been gone so long," she whispered, her voice like warm honey. "I prepared everything for you."
Logan swallowed hard. His hands twitched at his sides, but he didn't reach for her. "This… this isn't what I expected when I came home. You're… fuck, you look…"
