Chapter 17 Lily
LILY
Ishould have known Logan wasn’t talking about regular paperwork. My embarrassment about being so na?ve quickly turned into anxiety. I panicked, didn’t know what would happen if I couldn’t please him. Wondered if he would even bother to hide his disappointment, something Brady never did.
But unlike Brady, Logan didn’t snap at me for ‘not being enthusiastic enough’. He wasn’t annoyed when I took my time; instead, he wanted me to set my own pace. And by some miracle, he made me stop worrying. Well, until someone knocked at the door.
The door opens, and my whole body tenses.
“Where is she?” Max asks, obviously agitated.
“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” Logan says, clicking his tongue dismissively. “Sent her off with Hunter.”
“Why? Without telling me? I’m gone for barely two hours and you already got rid of her?”
“Sit,” Logan snarls, and behind me, a chair is dragged back over cheap linoleum. “She’s not a goldfish. You can’t keep her in that godforsaken room 24/7.”
“You were the one who said she’s my responsibility.”
“Need a reminder on who’s in charge? Cause you’ve been acting a bit out of pocket since we got her, sunshine. Keep on overstepping your boundaries like this, and you’ll see where it takes you. Want a hint?”
Logan strokes over my cheek, and when I lean into his touch, a grin flashes over his lips.
“Back to your own room. Without her.”
Max inhales sharply. “I’m sorry,” he backpedals. “I was just worried, that’s all.”
“Lock the door, sunshine. Let’s see how sorry you really are.”
Max gets up from his chair, and I use the opportunity to take Logan deeper. He curses under his breath, his fingers tangling in my hair as he looks down at me, and our eyes meet.
“Little tease,” he mouths before he shifts his hips, and his cock nudges the back of my throat.
Arousal has been running through my veins for what must have been hours and by now, my body is begging for some kind of relief. The type of relief I’m somehow never able to reach, and I’m worried that all this pent-up want is going to explode out of me at some point.
Logan moves his leg, angling it in a way that has the tip of his boot pressing directly against my clit. I moan around his cock, wondering if it’s a punishment for teasing him or a reward.
A reward, my body decides for me.
The regular Lily would be ashamed to grind over someone’s boot hidden underneath a desk, but the current Lily is barely more than a mindless, horny puddle.
“You really need to work on your manners, sunshine. Don’t know if I can allow you to fuck her. It’s just gonna reinforce that awful behavior of yours. Too bad,” Logan says with a sigh. “Would be a shame if I had to tie you up and force you to watch while I ruin her pretty pussy.”
“Shut it,” Max groans, and I hear how a zipper is pulled down.
“Only useful to get her cunt wet and ready for my cock.” Logan’s laugh turns into a growl when I lick up and down his cock.
“Jealous because she wants mine more than yours?” Max says, and I don’t need to see his face to know there’s a cocky grin plastered on it.
“Are you sure about that, sunshine?”
Logan leans forward, pressing my head down at the exact moment he lifts his foot a little, perfectly timed to muffle my moans with his cock.
“She’s going to scream my name over and over. Not yours. But if you remember how to behave like a good boy, I’ll let you lick her clean after I’m done with her.”
“Fuck, Logan,” Max pants, and the sound of skin sliding over skin gets louder. “I promise I’ll be good, please—“
“Poor boy, need your mouth stuffed with cock to think properly?”
Oh shit.
Panic surges through my body a second time today when Logan rolls back with his chair, his hand in my hair, forcing me to move with him.
I’m not proud of the fact that this has more wetness soaking my already drenched panties.
Max gets up from his chair, and I decide to keep my focus on Logan’s cock, but Logan has other plans. His grip on my hair tightens as he pulls me off of him until there’s only a thin string of saliva connecting him to my spit-slick, swollen lips.
“Baby, what a fucking sight.” Max groans, and out of the corner of my eye, I see his hand moving faster.
“Show him what a good pet you are,” Logan demands.
Without hesitation, I take him as deep as I can. The heat inside me is slowly but surely burning me alive, and it turns every second I keep myself from grinding over Logan’s boot into a torturous century.
A desperate moan to my right makes me open my eyes. Logan grins, sliding his tongue over his canines in a way that makes me throw my remaining inhibitions out of the window.
“Got my boots all dirty, sunshine,” he scolds Max. “Go on, clean up the mess you made.”
Max drops down to his knees, licking up his cum that drips from the shiny black leather. It’s so filthy, and the realization that I’d do it too if Logan told me to goes straight to my pussy.
“You forgot something,” Logan says once he’s satisfied with Max’s cleanup, nodding his head at me.
It’s just now I notice the wet sensation on my cheek, but before I can even lift my hand, Max grabs my face. He looks right at Logan while lapping up his cum from my cheek, grinning against my skin when Logan lets his head fall back with a low groan.
“Did I tell you to stop, sweetheart?” Logan says, slapping my cheek with his cock, but my body stopped taking commands from my brain.
“Sunshine, help your puppy.”
Max doesn’t need to be told twice, his tongue trailing up Logan’s cock next to mine while Logan’s fingers tangle in our hair.
“Good things do happen to bad people,” he says with a strained laugh once my tongue meets Max’s. “How else would I have two pretty pets at my feet, like they were fucking made to worship me.”
His cock twitches, and Max wraps his hand around him, jerking him off into my open mouth.
He and Logan share a look, and suddenly, Max’s free hand is on the small of my back, urging me to grind down harder.
A weird sensation builds deep in my stomach, just like when Max fingered me, with the slight difference that it’s so much worse right now.
“Be a decent slut and open wide for me, sunshine,” Logan says through gritted teeth, swatting Max’s hand away to wrap his own around his cock. Ropes of cum land on the soft pink flesh of Max’s outstretched tongue, and Logan groans while he milks out every last drop before tucking his cock away.
“Well-behaved pets share with each other. I shouldn’t have to tell you.”
Max’s mouth is on mine so quick, I don’t have a chance to protest. The heat in my stomach becomes impossible to ignore, and when Max slides his tongue into my mouth, guiding the motion of my hips, it’s like a wave of white-hot pleasure crashes down upon me.
Demanding kisses drown out the sound of my moans, and somewhere far away, Logan curses under his breath when Max grins against my lips.
The time until I regain control of, well, everything, feels impossibly long. And even when my brain is working at a ten percent capacity again, the only things grounding me to reality are Max’s soft touch and the salty taste of Logan’s cum on my tongue.
Physically, I notice how Max pulls me up with him until I stand on wobbly legs. Mentally, I’m still on another plane of existence.
He leads me to the back of Logan’s office, where he sits down on the floor, forming a barrier between me and the cold wall behind us as he pulls me in his lap. Logan joins us, a burning cigarette already between his fingers as he opens one of the windows.
“I know you came,” he whispers in my ear when he sits down next to us. “What a perfect pet, didn’t even need my touch to break for me.”
“Hm?” Max turns his head, but Logan dismisses him with a flick of his wrist.
“Nothing, sunshine.”
A gust of wind blows more fresh air into the room, and it hits me like a bucket full of ice water.
Everything smells of sex, making me painfully aware of the fact I just came for the first time in my life.
Not because of my husband but because of two men who are barely more than strangers, and I don’t know for how much longer I can keep on telling myself the lie that the safety they provide is my only reason for staying with them.
Oh God, is this what people call a post-nut crisis?
“What’s wrong?” Max asks, peppering kisses all over my cheek while his head rests on my shoulder.
“Just a little exhausted.”
“Please work on your poker face,” Logan says, turning away from Max and me to blow out smoke. “Or better, just stop lying. It’s pathetic.”
“I want to talk to Brady,” I mumble.
At some point in the last few days, spite made way for guilt, especially when I’m alone.
It’s not that I feel bad about what I am doing, but I don’t like the uncertainty.
Not being able to make a clear cut with Brady isn’t improving my mental well-being, and maybe I also want to yell at him for what he did to me.
“No,” Max and Logan say in unison. There’s a frown on Logan’s face, as if voicing my demand was enough to insult him.
“You can’t talk to him, baby,” Max says softly. “Keeping you here is risky enough as it is. We don’t need to push it by letting you talk to a captive.”
“And I don’t want you to talk to him, which should be enough for you to accept the damn no.
He still hasn’t asked about you. It’s like you don’t exist to him, Lillian, so why do you even give a shit?
And if you, for whatever stupid reason, have to step in front of this asshole again, it’s going to be with me and Max by your side. Got it?”
Logan stands up and flicks the butt of his cigarette out of the window. He holds his hand out to me while the information he just shared with me still sinks in.
“Because if he looks at you for too long—,” Logan hooks his fingers under my chin, tilting my head up. “I’m going to gouge his fucking eyes out.”
Max snorts behind me. “You’re such a charmer.”
Their phones beep at the same time, and neither of them looks happy as they read the message they’ve gotten. Don’t ask questions if you don’t want to hear the answer, I remind myself.
“I’m gonna bring you back to our room,” Max says, after exchanging a quick nod with Logan. “Enough action for one day.”
He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. When I look up to say goodbye to Logan, he puts his hand on my cheek, which causes Max to stop in his tracks.
Logan leans closer, and as his lips brush over mine, the butterflies in my stomach run rampant. Max grips my thigh harder, and for a moment, I’m worried about being too heavy for him, but then I hear him type something into his phone.
“Been so good for me today, sweetheart,” Logan whispers before our lips meet in a kiss that’s over way too soon.
He walks back to his chair, and all softness is gone from his gaze. Like the last few seconds never happened.
“And Lillian,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “Stop thinking about him. That’s an order. Don’t mourn something so worthless.”