Chapter 10
Logan wasted no time in taking the reins, gently guiding Karsyn and I into the direction he wanted. Luckily his path was the same one I had wanted to be on for my entire life. I wish I could turn off my brain from overthinking. Logan already treated me as a priority in his life. I wanted to do the same for him and Karsyn.
After a few tense moments of silence, I cleared my throat. “Have you ever been spanked, sweetheart?”
“No, I haven’t, and I don’t plan on it anytime soon,” Logan answered.
I shoved his shoulder playfully. “Not you.”
“Don’t hurt yourself,” he said, chuckling.
Karsyn giggled as she watched the two of us interact. I could listen to her laugh all day. It would have been nice to connect with her the first time I saw her at the hospital, and I regretted not doing so sooner, but I trusted the timing.
“I haven’t been spanked in a long time,” she admitted softly.
“We should remedy that right now.” I patted my thigh, loving the flicker of desire sparkling in her eyes. She’d bratted playfully outside the cafe, not enough to warrant a more in-depth discussion, but I had promised her an introduction. Instead of complying as I thought she would, Karsyn glanced at Logan. I captured her chin in between my thumb and pointer finger. “Take off your pants and get over my lap, sweetheart.”
She swallowed hard, her pupils dilating, then stepped out of her cute, rust-colored boots. and undid her gray slacks, pushing them down to her ankles and stepping out. Her hips balanced her curves and I wanted to bite her thighs. Her sexy panties had purple and teal flowers splattered along the sides in a cute pattern. Damn it. If I kept staring at her, I’d want to carry her into the bedroom instead of what we were about to do. I longed to explore every inch of her body with my tongue.
“Is this a scene? I, um, the other night I saw you. At, uh, the club, I mean, uh I was watching your scenes,” she stammered.
“While I’m willing to negotiate a scene and bring you to Creekside, this isn’t a scene. We’re connecting, sweetheart. And I think the fastest way to do that is to give you what you’ve been needing. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Karsyn blinked several times as if gathering her thoughts. “Yes, August.”
“If I do something outside of your comfort zone, tell me.” I released her chin, waiting for her to get into position. After a few seconds, she climbed across my lap, and shifted slightly so she could reach Logan. He smiled at me before stroking her hair. I admired her full, pillowy bottom cheeks, running my fingers all over her ass. Her panties accentuated every curve. I found myself growing hard at the idea of spanking her. I considered myself experienced when it came to a scene, as well as personal dynamics. However, something about this gorgeous woman flustered me. It wasn’t Logan sitting next to me watching—he and I had topped others at his club together. Karsyn hadn’t been in this dynamic before, and she’d been in none that had been good. That was something we had in common, our connection. We were both finally getting things we needed after many years of either denying it to ourselves or not finding anything close enough.
“Do you need an implement?” Logan asked matter-of-factly.
His question snapped me out of my slight daze. “No, thank you. I’ll let you know if I change my mind.”
“I have a few,” he mused.
“More than a few,” I agreed. Leaning over Karsyn, I planted a kiss on her shoulder blade through her satin blouse.
“I’m going to overheat if you do that again.”
“I like the way your body responds to me. Do you know how colors work? This isn’t a scene, but if you can’t voice what’s going on in your head, you can use them.”
“I do. Thank you for checking,” she said softly.
“You’re welcome.” I struck either side of her ass hard and fast without letting her catch her breath. Karsyn buried her head against Logan’s thigh. Dialing down the intensity, I caressed her upper thighs and sit-spots before targeting the same areas again. She squirmed and wiggled as I changed focus to the fullest part of her bottom cheeks.
“Oh!” Karsyn snapped her head up, arching her hips to meet my palm.
I paused, kneading my fingers into the same spots my palm had met her supple bottom. “May I lower your panties, sweetheart?”
“I’m heated already. I don’t know how much more I can take right now before I…”
“Before you…?”
“Never mind.” She hid underneath her hands.
Logan shifted around, leaning so his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Your Sir asked you a question. Answer it.”
“Fuck,” Karsyn groaned.
Logan shook his head, seemingly more amused than upset, but I couldn’t put a finger on his mood. Parting Karsyn’s thighs, he landed one slap against her mound, his fingers likely catching her pussy lips. Her panties would offer very little protection against his precision.
“Ahh!” She jerked, her body tensing.
“Answer the question.” He circled his finger around the seam of her body covered by the silky material.
“I-I don’t know how much more I can take before I beg the two of you to kiss me and fuck me senseless. If you take off my panties, I’m sure I’ll combust.”
“I’m not hearing a downside,” Logan growled. “August, are you hearing a downside to our girl getting even more heated?”
“Not one,” I agreed, and bounced my hand off her right butt cheek hard.
“Ow! Please keep going! It feels so fucking good. Please?”
“Did you hear that? Sounds like our girl is begging without being told,” Logan mused. He slid his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties, tugging them to her knees and off. She parted her legs invitingly and he licked her from behind.
“Oh god, Logan,” she cooed.
“She tastes better than strawberries.” He plunged two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting them in and out slowly, teasing her while she moaned. “That’s it, darling.”
I continued spanking her ass, loving the way my handprints left light marks that danced across her quickly reddening bottom. Logan fingered her as she writhed, swept up in her tiny moans of pleasure. He slowly withdrew his fingers and held them to my lips.
“Taste her.”
It was a cleverly worded command. I opened my mouth obediently and he let me suck her essence off of him. It was probably the hottest experience of my life, her juices combined with the tang of his skin. I couldn’t even compare it to anything else.
Then, leaning forward, Logan kissed me, his tongue demanding entrance to my mouth. Making out with him, I threaded my fingers into our girl’s hair, tugging lightly to assure her she was not forgotten in the moment. Karsyn rested her hand on my cock. So much for subtlety. Something about her submissive nature and the bold motion raised my arousal.
Logan broke away first. He knelt and took Karsyn’s face in between his hands, looking directly into her eyes. “Beg for us, Karsyn. I want to hear you beg for exactly what you want. It shouldn’t be difficult since you had no trouble talking about it earlier. Say it out loud.”
“Will you fuck me?”
“You can do better.”
“Please fuck me?”
“Good girl.” Logan kissed her passionately.
I couldn’t wait to have her between the two of us. We would give her everything we had to give. Logan pulled back long enough to stand and motioned for me to get up. I wasted no time in carefully setting her on her feet, standing before sweeping her into my arms. She giggled as I carried her princess-style to the hallway. Impatiently waiting for Logan to lead us to his bedroom, I tapped my foot. I had been to his house before for dinners and get-togethers but never in his room. Logan swatted my ass before he stepped around me.
“What did I do?”
“Nothing,” he remarked. “I just wanted to touch what’s mine.”
I said nothing, my stomach knotting. I felt incredibly grateful for his presence in my life. His strong arms wrapped around me. Planting kisses on my neck. Having sex. Everything I wanted in a relationship, a Dominant and more. And we were still getting to know each other’s desires and expectations.
Following him through the hallway, I stepped into his room. His bedroom exuded masculine charm with dark-gray walls and an accent wall in complementary wallpaper. His four-poster bed took up a large portion of the room and there were scattered throw rugs against the dark, hardwood flooring. I noticed he did not have a television and took note of a window seat. It appeared cozy, though I had a funny feeling it had hidden spots for restraints. Logan had a fondness for all sorts of cuffs, rope, ties and so on.
The focal point of his room showcased handcrafted implements hanging on the wall. It was so impressive I paused and tapped Karsyn’s shoulder. We eyed the gorgeous paddles on display. I made a mental note not to poke him too hard the next time I came over. Otherwise, physical discipline or not, he would test them out on my ass.
“Wow,” I said, whistling.
“Impressive wood, hm?” Logan gave a cocky grin.
“Without you wielding them, Sir, they are very beautiful.”
“You’re right. When I wield them, they become a fucking work of art.”
“Can’t argue that.”
“I’ve been wondering about those implements for a while,” Karsyn admitted.
Glancing into Karsyns gorgeous green eyes, I smiled. “Logan has that effect on people too.”
“We’ll have plenty of time to satisfy both of your curiosities.” Logan nodded, rubbing his chin.
He seemed positively smitten by the idea of using his custom paddles on Karsyn. Setting her on the bed, I deftly moved along the line of buttons, pushing her blouse off her shoulders. Reaching behind her, I unclasped her bra and kissed the top of each of her supple breasts, kneading and pinching her nipples. Her tiny moans of pleasure brought a huge smile to my face. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”
“You…you…” She bit into her lip. “You can’t smile at me and say such dirty things.”
“Yes, I can.”
“I’m melting already,” she purred.
“Good.” I stepped back, admiring her naked form before glancing at Logan. He scanned my body casually but when his eyes met mine, I saw hunger and desire.
“Come here,” he demanded, gesturing to the space in front of him.
Reluctantly breaking away from our gorgeous girl, I met him at the edge of the bed. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
“Undress me,” Logan ordered, his tone stern and husky.
Arousal shot through my body, my cock painfully pressing against my thigh. To brat or not to brat… I stared up at him, trying to decide what to do.
“Did I stutter, babyboy? Your delay is preventing me from giving Karsyn more orgasms than she can count. If you keep stalling, I’ll edge you until I decide to let you come. Then maybe you’ll remember what you agreed to.”
“Fuck,” I said under my breath. I did not want to push Logan. Not really. Though I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t think about how much hotter it would be for him to deny me an orgasm until he allowed me a release.
“One,” he growled.
Thankfully he gave me more grace than I felt was earned. I knelt. Untying his boots, I removed each one along with his socks and glanced upward, feeling incredibly submissive from the task he’d commanded me to do. It was one thing to undress someone who submitted to you freely and completely. It was like unwrapping a gift. Undressing my Dominant was something else entirely. It felt reverent. The act placed me into a deeper state of submission.
“Are you going to kneel there staring at my feet or are you going to take my fucking clothes off?”
I took a breath and slowly got off my knees. My hands went to his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it through the loops. I set it on his dresser before returning to him and undoing his jeans. It took me an extra minute to get them off, mostly because I was so turned on by the cut of his muscles. I glanced at Karsyn who had her hand in between her legs as she watched the two of us.
“Did I say you could touch yourself, babygirl?” I gave her a pointed look. To her credit, I had not ordered her not to play with her most tender spot.
She dropped her guilty fingers, her lips parting as she stared at me and shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“Be patient. You’ll get what you want.”
Logan smirked as he took in the scene but did not comment. I lifted his shirt over his head as well as his A-line tank, leaving him in only black briefs. They outlined his ample package, straining against the confines of the silky cloth. I removed the last piece of clothing and had to fight back a groan. He oozed power, raw sexual desire. I wanted to taste him. My mouth watered as I fought the urge to take his cock in between my lips.
“Good boy.”
I loved hearing that from his lips. His praise fueled me in ways I couldn’t explain. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Take off your clothes and join Karsyn on my bed.” He strode to his nightstand, plucking a bottle of lube out of the drawer.
I hurried out of my clothes and climbed onto the bed, kissing our girlfriend passionately. She moaned against my lips, her hands threading into my hair. I could kiss her forever. Logan sat down and tapped a spot in the middle. I brought Karsyn with me as we arranged ourselves. I laid on my back pulling her completely on top of me. The position gave me access to her dripping wet pussy and I slid into her heat while she gripped my hands. Logan trailed kisses along her spine, rubbing her back and occasionally slapping her ass. He lubed his cock while watching us.
“Have you ever had anal, Karsyn?”
“Yes, Logan. But just like everything else, it’s been a while. I want to be in between both of you but honestly… I don’t know how to say this,” she muttered, glancing over her shoulder. “You’re very thick. I should use the toys I bought at your store before I can accommodate you there.”
“I’m surprised. I thought you would have used them by now,” he said, chuckling. “Don’t worry. We’ll make a plan.”
I gave him a look, wondering if he was going to reposition us or use it to his advantage. Before I could ask him the plan, he shifted Karsyn slightly, and pressed his cock to my tight pucker.
So much for communication. He slid himself into me slowly and I grunted. Karsyn wasn’t kidding about his thickness, something I knew already. He wrapped his arms around her waist, connecting the three of us as he pushed deeper. I concentrated on thrusting in and out of Karsyn as Logan filled me. We found our groove, all three of us. She felt incredible wrapped around my cock and the sensation of Logan filling my ass drove me over the edge faster than I expected. I marveled at how fast my life had changed in a short amount of time.
Everything I’d hoped for and longed for but never felt deserving of just fell into my lap. I should be over the moon, and yet, there was an underlying unease. Because of my history, I knew it would take a miracle for me not to cut and run, but I had a feeling with Logan at the helm, I might just get that miracle.
He’d balance us in ways I couldn’t imagine. There was nothing to worry about. I swore to repeat the mantra until I believed it.