“Good timing,” Logan said, his smile as filthy as it had been in the library—possibly filthier.
“Here,” she replied, tossing a bundle at him. “Your precious pajamas. Washed and dried.”
Neatly catching the flying garments, he narrowed his eyes. “You know damn well that was a joke. A ploy to get you to bloody well say something.”
She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. They’re here. I’m here. So what’s next?” Bloody hell—why did Logan always bring out the cheekiness in her? She was already set to receive a spanking, so she wasn’t doing herself any favors by sassing him.
Or was that why she was doing it? Trying to spur him on to spank her sooner rather than later? She often didn’t know why she did certain things around James and Logan and had given up trying to figure it out. They’d made things simple—focusing on fun and happiness and seeing how things went—so reading too much into things was pointless.
Spinning on his heel, Logan went back into the bedroom. Fiona and James exchanged a look, but remained where they were. After a beat, Logan called, “In here, you two!”
Fear and arousal rushed through her in equal measure, and she did as Logan had instructed, with James hot on her heels. As she crossed the threshold, she looked around, expecting to see…well…something. Something to indicate what Logan had in mind. But there was nothing. He just stood at the end of the bed, peering at them both expectantly.
As Fiona and James waited side by side, looking back at him, he broke the silence. “I’ve had a better idea. As much as I still want to turn that arse of yours red, Fiona, I’m going to wait, just a little while. I think this evening should be a celebration of the three of us, of our new relationship status and of our hopefully very bright future.”
Fiona had no idea whether to be excited, aroused or terrified. The expression on Logan’s face was enigmatic, gave nothing away, and, as a result, made her feel all three of those at once. “Okay…” she said, nodding slowly.
“James?” Logan said. “Are you happy to play along for a while?”
“Of course. I look forward to seeing what you have in store, Sir.”
“Very good.” He shot Fiona a sharp look.
“Yes, Sir,” she said quickly, despite knowing that Logan was playing her and James off against each other. She’d never be as good a submissive as James. She didn’t have it in her. It wasn’t the way she was wired, and she was all right with that. The more time she’d spent with the two men, the more she’d come to realize just how well all three of their preferences and personalities complemented each other. Why try to change something that was already perfect?
“On your knees,” Logan commanded.
Fiona and James both dropped to the soft carpet. She now at least had an inkling of what was going to happen next. And when Logan undid his belt and his fly, then pushed his hand down the front of his jeans, her suspicions were confirmed.
His lips twisted into a lascivious smile. He moved closer to them before maneuvering his cock from the confines of his clothes. It was hard, and grew harder still as he pumped it a couple of times in his fist.
Fiona’s mouth watered at the sight. More saliva still filled her mouth when the scent of him reached her nostrils—clean, masculine and seriously fucking sexy. She licked her lips.
“Eager, aren’t we?” Logan said, looking at her.
Swallowing, she said, “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. Just suck me.” He moved right up in front of her and aimed his swollen dick at her mouth.
Opening her lips, she took him in happily, her taste buds tantalized as his shaft filled her mouth. Closing her eyes, she began working him with gusto—licking and sucking at the hot, vital organ, gratified when more salty liquid seeped out onto her tongue.
She was just getting into her stride when Logan jerked out, leaving her open-mouthed and blinking in surprise. He then took a step to the side and fed his thick shaft into James’ mouth.
Although she was disappointed that she hadn’t had longer to suck Logan’s cock—though there was every chance he’d return to her in a moment—she was more than happy to watch James do it. The sight of the two men together, whether they were simply kissing or touching, tossing each other off, giving each other blow jobs, indulging in their kinks or fucking each other’s brains out, seriously got Fiona’s juices flowing. There was just something so erotic, so primal about watching them together, and she could still scarcely believe she’d been invited—on a more permanent, exclusive basis, no less—to be a part of it.
As she enjoyed the sight of Logan’s thick cock pistoning in and out of James’ mouth, bulging and hollowing his cheeks, making Logan moan, she was aware that her pussy was growing wetter and more swollen by the minute.
She was just wondering whether she’d get away with squeezing her thighs together to get a little light relief when a popping sound alerted her that Logan had snatched his cock from James’ mouth the way he had hers. He approached her again, and she parted her lips, taking the saliva-slick shaft as deep as she could go, before picking up where she’d left off.
“Oh,” Logan said, reaching around to pull the grip from her hair, sending the blonde locks tumbling around her shoulders. “You’re both so bloody good.” Fisting a hand in her now-loose hair, he held her still and began fucking her mouth.
She’d gone from sucking his cock to being merely a receptacle in the blink of an eye, and her body responded to it. Her nipples pressed against the inside of her bra, and her pussy throbbed and ached, juices seeping into her underwear and threatening to leave a stain on her jeans, too. There was nothing for it, she was going to have to—
“Hey,” Logan said, stopping suddenly, his cock still invading her mouth. “Are you trying to get off?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Returning his attentions to James, he never took his eyes from her as James’ eager, talented mouth brought him ever closer to climax. His warning expression told her to behave herself, and by the time he threw his head back and moaned in pleasure, his shaft twitching and spurting between James’ lips, her legs ached with the exertion of not pressing them together.
Finally, his orgasm having waned, Logan looked back at her while stroking James’ face and tucking himself away. “Hmm, looks like you managed to control yourself. Just about. Well done.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, her mind racing with the possibilities of what would happen next. He’d put his cock away, so did that mean he was going to spank her? If so, would he use his hand, a flogger, a paddle…a cane? She really hoped it wasn’t the last—she’d managed to avoid it so far, and based on how James had described the agony of it, she hoped to avoid it for a great deal longer—ideally forever.
“Fiona?” Logan said, his tone commanding and querying all at once. “How would you like to fuck James?”
With the strap-on? she wondered, but kept her mouth shut. She didn’t want to put ideas in his head. He was already full of them, and she wanted to see what his wicked imagination had come up with, without influencing it in any way. His sexy plans were probably better than anything she could think of, in any case.
“I’d love to, Sir,” she said, smiling widely. “If that’s what you want.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Quirking an eyebrow at her, as if unsure whether her saccharine tone was genuine or put on, Logan said, “Excellent. Stand up, both of you, then take your clothes off.”
It was no sensual strip tease, but the action of revealing her body, and watching James bare his, still got her pulse racing. Probably it was the anticipation of what the nudity was for. And, with anticipation in mind… What the hell was going on with her spanking? He’d threatened it back in the library, and had seemed good to follow up on it, but now he was orchestrating her and James getting naked and horizontal with no further mention of it.
What was he playing at? Winding her up? Lulling her into a false sense of security?
Grinning to her
self, she realized that this was one of her favorite things about Logan… She never quite knew what he was going to say or do next.
Now naked, she waited.
His thumbs hooked into his belt loops, Logan circled her and James, making appreciative noises as he looked at them. “Good,” he drawled as he moved behind them, no doubt eyeing up their buttocks. “Very nice.”
Oh shit, he’s going to do it now!
“Very nice indeed,” he repeated, then landed a swift strike on James’ arse, followed by hers. They both gasped, and she resisted clenching her buttocks as the pain bloomed across her skin. It’d only make it hurt more when he spanked her again.
Except…he didn’t. Continuing his circuit, he paused when he arrived back in front of them. A crooked half-smile twisting his lips, he looked at James’ face, then down at his cock. “Well, it’s obvious you’re ready, gorgeous,” he said, then stepped forward and grasped James’ chin. “You’re always ready, aren’t you, my horny little fucker?”
With that, he crushed his mouth to James’, possessing him with a passion and ferocity that made a gush of wetness seep from Fiona’s core and run down her thighs as she watched them. Risking a glance down while Logan was otherwise occupied, she saw that James was in a similar state to her—his cock stiff and thick, angry-looking, his pre-cum so copious that a trickle of it was making its way back down toward his balls.
After several minutes of kissing, in which both men became increasingly vocal, Logan pulled away. James was left gaping and panting, but somehow Logan remained cool and collected, despite the fact that his cock tented his jeans and his widened pupils and spots of color on his cheeks gave away his true feelings.
“What about you?” he asked calmly. “Are you horny, girl? Is that sweet pussy of yours slick and ready for James’ cock?” Moving right in front of her, he repeated what he’d done to James—taking hold of her chin and beginning to plunder her mouth. Only, at the same time, he insinuated his free hand between her legs to see just how aroused she was.
He growled into her mouth as he discovered her soaked, molten sex, deepening the kiss, taking her roughly and ruthlessly until she was dizzy with need. She whimpered.
Disentangling from her lips, but keeping his hand busy between her legs, he said, “Yes? What’s the problem, girl?” He grazed a fingernail over her clit, grinning wolfishly as she whimpered again.
“Please… Please, Sir.”
“Please what? What do you want?”
“I—I want to come, Sir. Please.”
“When have you ever known me to deny you an orgasm, Fiona?”
It was a good point, well made. “N-never, Sir. Thank you.”
Turning to James, Logan said, “On the bed, on your back. Rubber up.”
The fact that all their decisions were being taken from their hands, that their upcoming fuck was being planned and ordered by Logan could and probably should have taken away from the eroticism. But instead, it added to it. Maybe because she knew what was coming next, and her brain was racing ahead, imagining how it would feel to slide onto James’ swollen cock, to feel it stretching her walls, stroking her in all the right places…
What she didn’t know, of course, was what Logan intended to do while this was taking place. It was a curious mixture of the known and the unknown, and the cocktail was heady.
James had, as always, hurried to do as he was told, and was just securing a condom into position.
“Go on then,” Logan said, giving her bottom a playful slap as she turned and clambered onto the bed. “Go and ride him, claim your orgasm. Give him an orgasm.”
“Yes, Sir.” Quickly, she straddled James’ hips, and remained hovering over him. Then she reached for his shaft, holding the base to keep it steady while she aimed the swollen crown at her entrance. She met his gaze and smiled as she sank down onto him, taking him in inch by inch until he was buried deep inside her.
“Christ, that feels good,” James said, smiling at her.
“Likewise. Now, are you ready? I’ve been told to ride you, to claim my orgasm. And I’m really fucking desperate for my orgasm, so this could be a bumpy ride.”
Reaching up and gripping her hips, he replied, “Bumpy rides are my favorite kind.” His eyes glinted with arousal and mischief.
Wriggling a little to get into a better position, and enjoying the flutters that set off low in her stomach, Fiona braced her hands on the bed either side of James’ waist and began to move. Slow, undulating movements at first, groaning as James’ shaft stroked her insides in all the right places. “God, you feel good.”
“You too, sweetheart. You too.” Still with his hands on her hips, he guided her movements, subtly urging her to go faster. “Uhhh!”
Ready for it now, Fiona picked up her speed, moving her hands on top of James’ and using only her legs to power her thrusts. Tingles radiated out from her abdomen. She shifted James’ hands up to her breasts, continuing to rock and bounce on his luscious cock as he squeezed the mounds of flesh.
Already her orgasm was building, and when James began to pinch and roll her aching nipples, she rocketed ever closer, her nerve endings sparking.
Suddenly, a blow landed on her buttocks. Multiple points of contact, sharp stings, but nothing unbearable.
Fuck! Logan was flogging her! And, judging by the gasp James had just let out, he was getting it, too, probably on his thighs and balls.
Fiona was torn between pausing her bouncing, turning around and seeing what the hell Logan was playing at, and carrying on, riding James even harder and faster, in spite of Logan’s sudden flogging.
After a moment or two of indecision, she opted for the latter. Why stop a perfectly good fuck to demand an explanation she probably wouldn’t get? And besides, the licks of pain actually added to the experience. The slow build-up a thing of the past, Fiona closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her as she bounced up and down on James’ cock, driving him into her over and over as Logan continued to wield his implement.
He landed blow after blow on the two of them, the starbursts of pain growing ever closer to agony as he matched his pace and force to theirs. The faster and harder Fiona rode James, the faster and harder Logan swung the flogger. Pleasure mixed with pain until it became impossible to know where one ended and the other began. They’d blended seamlessly, invisibly, until Fiona was just one big mass of overwhelming sensation. And that sensation soon gave way to her rapidly approaching climax.
She hardly knew what was happening anymore—only that everything felt so damn good. Her pussy was being filled and pounded to perfection, delicious shivers rolled over every inch of her, and her clit was fit to burst. So was she. There was just something so perverse about fucking one gorgeous man while being flogged by another. Slipping her hand between their bodies, she sought her swollen, aching clit and rubbed it roughly as she continued to fuck James’ brains out.
Logan hit her harder, but her veins were so flooded with endorphins that she barely noticed. It just added fuel to the fire. Throwing her head back, she lost herself to pleasure, every last part of her tingling. Then, with an almighty scream, she succumbed to the climax, her heart racing and blood pounding as her insides contracted around James’ shaft, and waves of sheer bliss crashed through her.
James kept a hold of her hips as she rode out her climax. Limp and trembling, she opened her eyes and offered him a small smile. Logan had ceased raining blows down on them. “All right?” James asked.
She nodded. “Yes. More than all right. Fuck me, that was intense.”
“Fuck you? Well, if you insist.” Logan’s voice came from close behind, and this time she did turn to see what he was doing.
Now naked, Logan was smoothing a condom over his straining shaft. Then, crossing over to the bedside table, he retrieved a bottle of lubricant, before returning to the end of the bed.
Fiona raised her eyebrows. “Are you planning what I think you’re planning?”
“Yes. But only if you’r
e up for it.”
Just then, James’ still-stiff cock twitched inside her, sending a series of tiny aftershocks coursing through her. With a gasp, she said, “Yes, all right. Just…”
“Just what, sweetheart?” His tone was gentle, coaxing.
“Just don’t hurt me, all right?”
“I won’t. We won’t. We’ll take good care of you. Remember your safe word. It applies in this case, too. Use it if you want me to stop, all right? Promise?”
She nodded. “I promise.”
Thankful that even in the highly charged sexual atmosphere, Logan’s priorities still lay with her consent and her comfort, she turned back to James. “So,” she said, grinning wickedly to hide her nerves. “Where were we?”
James pulled her down so that their torsos were pressed together, and murmured, “Better keep it slow while he’s lubing you up. It needs to be done properly.”
Her response was to kiss him. Tangling her fingers in his soft hair, she sucked, licked and nibbled at his sinful lips and battled with his tongue. They rocked gently together, the sensations different but no less pleasurable than before.
Soon, she felt the dip of the mattress behind her, and heard a squirting sound. Chilly liquid dribbled into her crack, and Logan worked it around the crinkled skin of her arsehole, relaxing her there. Still rocking on James, she heard more squirting. This time, fingertips directly on her hole, pressing gently but insistently.
He stretched her back there, adding more lube until he was apparently satisfied that she was ready.
The bed shifted again, and she felt the heat of his body before anything else. She stopped moving on James, and waited. Waited until the blunt head of Logan’s cock was positioned against her rear, and did her best to relax as he began pushing inside.
James cradled her face and kissed her, likely trying to distract her from any discomfort. But actually, apart from the initial stretch and burn, there was none. He’d prepared her well, and as Logan forged slowly into her, the sensation that overwhelmed her was one of fullness. Complete fullness.