by Sophie Oak
Her pussy pulsed at the thought. Wow. Where had that come from? Seth rubbed his cock on her backside, and she was reminded that he didn’t resemble any slender writing implements, either. “I’m not so great with that either. Blow jobs and stuff.”
“I’ll teach you,” Seth whispered. “I’ll explain, in wretched detail, how to suck my cock, and I’ll learn how to please you. Sex isn’t something that just happens, baby. We need to learn each other. Like now, I know you like to have your sweet little nipples pulled on. I know because I can smell how hot you’re getting. God, Georgia, I can smell you through all those clothes.”
“Seth, show me those breasts. Now this is how it’s going to work. I’m the top. I’m the Dom. Seth tops you,” Logan said, his voice deep and husky.
“I don’t get to top anyone, do I?” Georgia was pretty sure that was his plan. But she was also pretty sure she didn’t care because what Seth was doing felt so incredible. Sex had always been so fast and a little nasty, and now she had to wonder if she’d done it for all the wrong reasons. She’d slept with the first guy just out of high school because she was so crazy about him and she wanted him to love her back. She’d sacrificed her virginity to gain his love and caring.
But this felt like love and caring, and it sure as hell didn’t feel like sacrifice.
“No. You are not a top, Georgia,” Logan said. “Seth, move your hands. Let me see her nipples.” She felt Seth’s hands move down, and he cupped her breasts as though offering them up to Logan. Logan was staring at her breasts and he wasn’t running the other way. He shifted as though he had to move to get comfortable again. “Yeah, that’s what I want. Fuck, you’re beautiful, G. Goddamn gorgeous. And that thing around your body offends me. Take it off of her, Seth.”
He looked like a king sitting on his throne, waiting for his chosen lover to be perfectly presented to him. It totally turned her on. Seth’s hands moved down her body. She felt him kiss her hair, and the nape of her neck as he began to drag the spandex off her. His thumbs hooked the jeans and he pulled them down as well, inch by careful inch, as though she was a present and he was afraid to damage any piece of her. All the while Logan watched. He was perfectly still, except for his cock. It twitched slightly in his pants as it lengthened and stretched.
Seth took his time, lowering her pants down with the same patience he used when working on a line of code. Precise and patient, and so, so perfect. Sex before had been harried and quick, but this aching slowness was opening up something deep inside her, a wanting she’d never felt before. Something was building inside her, a heat. She knew it was a dangerous slope she was heading down, but she couldn’t pull back. She had to see where it went.
“Stop right there. That’s perfect.” Logan stopped Seth when he’d gotten her remaining clothes around the middle of her thighs.
The jeans were tight, but the spandex was tighter, holding her thighs together. “Logan, I can’t move.”
Seth’s hands ran over the flesh of her ass. Oh, god, she hated her butt. He didn’t seem to have the same problem. His palms cupped her and smoothed over her skin. She felt him get to his knees, his lips brushing the small of her back. She’d never been kissed there. It wasn’t a sexy part of her body so previous boyfriends had ignored it the way they’d ignored the back of her neck and her shoulders. It had been all boobs and vajayjay and the occasional sloppy French kiss. She’d had one lover awkwardly kiss her pussy, but he’d seemed so uncomfortable that she’d told him she didn’t like it.
She was beginning to get the impression that Logan and Seth weren’t going to be awkward about anything.
“Oh,” Logan began with a leering sympathy. “Is my poor girl trapped? Can you not fight me anymore? I might have to take back what I said about that thing you’re wearing. It might qualify as fet wear since it’s binding you as tightly as any rope I could put you in. I will be tying you up later, Georgia. I’ll wrap my rope around your body like a dress that puts all the best parts on display. Those luscious tits. That pussy. I can see it gleaming from here. How is her ass, Seth? It looked incredible in a pair of jeans, but now I find out she’s been hiding it, trying to bind it down. It’s better than I thought, isn’t it?”
“Damn straight.” Seth’s lips moved across her cheeks, his hands holding her still.
She was caught. She couldn’t run or kick. She had to take what Logan gave her. She was naked in front of him. So vulnerable, and yet she stood there waiting for him.
“Bring her to me.”
Seth got to his feet and hauled her into his arms before she could take another breath. He hooked his arm under her knees and picked her up like she weighed next to nothing. She let her arms float up around his neck.
Seth’s handsome face was flushed, his voice soft as he spoke to her. “It’s going to be okay, Georgia.”
For the first time, she almost, sort of, kind of believed him.
“Pick a safe word, Georgia.” Logan moved forward, making a place for her on his lap.
“A safe word is…” Seth began.
She didn’t need an explanation. She’d picked out a safe word when she’d started dreaming about Logan Green. “Rosebush.”
She’d pretended to throw Logan’s phone in a rosebush all those months ago. She hadn’t really done it. She’d pocketed the phone and that prank had saved her life because Chase had been able to find them thanks to Logan’s mom tracking the phone.
“I never spanked you for that.” But he was smiling again.
“Rosebush?” Seth asked as he set her on her feet in front of Logan.
“It’s an inside joke. I’ll tell you the whole story later, but for now, I need to get Georgia’s punishment out of the way. Just a spanking tonight, but I’ll want a contract between the three of us.”
That sounded so formal, and she was just about to argue with him when she saw him start to shut down, like he knew what was going to happen. He needed the contract. He needed her to sign something to believe she would take it seriously. “All right, Logan.”
“Sir.” He relaxed again. “When we’re playing you call me Sir. What you call Seth is up to him, but at the end of our training period, he should have the right for you to call him Master.”
But Logan would never be her Master. Not in life. Not in play. He was letting her know that their connection would only go so far. But she couldn’t go back. She would regret Logan Green one day, but maybe that was better than never having had him. She wanted to see if this lifestyle was for her, and she couldn’t imagine going on that journey without Logan. And if she wanted to be with him, even for a little while, she had to think past just herself. If Logan needed a contract, she could sign a contract. If he needed to be called “Sir,” she could do that, too.
“All right, Sir.” She turned her eyes to meet Seth’s and was shocked at how vulnerable he looked. Like he was afraid of getting pushed to the side. She couldn’t walk to him because she was trapped in her pants, but she could reach out to him. Somehow it was easier to let go of her anger when she’d realized they wanted to be here. They wanted her. “What do I call you, boss?”
He shook his head. “Don’t call me boss. Not ever again.”
He was really not thinking long term. “So we can’t play out my ‘billionaire throws down with his secretary’ fantasies? Because I thought it would be fun if you could chase me around my desk on occasion.”
There was his sexy smile. “Okay, you can call me boss then, but just Seth now. So settle yourself across Sir’s lap or he’s going to get mad, and I really want to get to the part where I put my tongue on your pussy.”
She wanted to get there, too. And so did all her pink parts. They were cheering deep inside as she started to awkwardly move to Logan’s lap. Seth was right there, helping her down.
Oh, god, she was on Logan’s lap. She could feel his cock against her side, the hard lines of his thighs against her belly. She wiggled a little, felt how helpless she was, but it was all right because she trusted
them. It was safe with Logan. He might rip her heart out in the end, but she trusted him with her body. She could still feel his arms around her as he carried her away from that dingy club where she’d nearly died.
“Are you thinking about it?” Logan asked, his voice deep and soothing. He hadn’t smacked her yet, just allowed his hands to explore her skin. His fingers traced the line of her spine.
“Yeah.” Honesty. Nat had explained that honesty was everything in this type of relationship, and that was way scarier than any spanking.
“Are you scared?” Seth asked. He knew what had happened that day when she and Nat had been taken and Georgia had been shot. The funny thing was, she rarely thought about the fear she’d felt. Somehow she’d known she would live. What she thought about constantly was how it had felt to have Logan rush in and scoop her up and, just for a moment, she’d felt loved and protected and precious.
“No. I’m thinking that he promised me a spanking that day, and he never gave it to me.”
A sharp flare of pain flashed across her skin, making her scream and forget to breathe. The sound came after, a loud crack that split the room. Her head reeled as she tried to process the sensation. That sound was Logan’s hand hitting her very naked ass.
“Do you have any idea how scared I was that day?” Logan’s voice had lost its smoothness.
Tears burned her eyes as he slapped her butt again, three times without a break.
“You almost died, Georgia. You got fucking shot. That motherfucker shot you.”
Another couple. She wasn’t sure how many. Pain made her grab Logan’s ankles, squeezing tight. Holy fuck that hurt. It hurt. It really hurt. And he just kept it up, like it had been building in his system from that day and just waiting to boil over. Tears dripped from her eyes, and she realized she hadn’t cried. Not once that day. She’d held it in and sucked it down and she’d been so afraid. So damn afraid.
She’d been lying to herself.
“And all because you had to prove you were smarter than me.” Smack. Smack. Smack.
“I wasn’t trying to prove I was smarter.” The words were said on a desperate huff. She could barely breathe through the tears. Somehow she couldn’t hide the truth from him, couldn’t lie when she was so exposed, when the tears were finally flowing. “I was trying to get you to pay attention to me.”
He smacked her again. “You have my attention, Georgia. You’ve had my damn attention from the beginning. How do you like my attention?”
Another volley of smacks and she thought about screaming out that safe word because she couldn’t handle another minute of it.
“Logan, stop. She can’t take this,” Seth said.
“Back off.” She was damn surprised those words hadn’t come out of Logan’s mouth but hers. She stretched to look up at Seth. “You wanted me to work things out with him. This is it, Seth. Back off. You don’t get it both ways. If he’s in our bed, I have a relationship with him. It won’t last forever, but while he’s here, he’s mine and I won’t let you come between us any more than I would let him dictate my time with you.”
Holy shit. She’d sounded halfway adult, competent. And all because no one was going to tell her what she could or couldn’t take. If she let Seth, he would run her life as surely as any of her brothers would. He would be worse than Win ever thought about being because he could sweet-talk her and get her in bed, and before she knew it, she would be a trophy for his wall and she couldn’t be that. Never. Her mother had been that, and she was never going to follow in those footsteps.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“I want a promise out of you.” Logan growled as his hand covered her aching ass. So much heat and yet now she had an oddly comfortable floating feeling. Like she’d survived something, come out the other side and was better for it.
“What?”
“You don’t ever pull that shit again.”
She sagged against him. “It turned out for the best.”
“It did not turn out for the best. You nearly died or you would have been sold into slavery and then you would have died because you are so obnoxious that your new owner would have killed you straightaway.”
“What?” Seth nearly yelled the question. “Kitten told me she got involved in Natalie’s kidnapping but she was fine. The shooting was an accident.”
“Oh, it was no accident,” Logan replied. “Georgia ran her mouth. And she was only there because she distracted me so I couldn’t protect her.”
“I think I should get to spank her, too,” Seth said.
She had to laugh. Her blood was thrumming through her system. Adrenaline was giving her a high. Logan’s hands moving all across her tender flesh were making her soft and submissive. Yeah, she definitely felt submissive. And honest. “If I hadn’t distracted him, he would be dead and so would Kitten.”
“I’m damn hard to kill,” Logan shot back. “And I don’t think further spanking is going to help. She’s already a nice deep pink. She’ll have trouble sitting tomorrow. Now, let’s see if the spanking had the intended effect.”
If he meant would she ever throw his phone again, well, no. She would probably avoid it in the future.
She felt someone, likely Seth, pull at her pants and suddenly her legs were free and she could feel cool air all over her body. She was naked. Really naked and pinned to Logan’s lap. One hand held her there while the other delved between her legs.
“OMG.” She wiggled as his fingers split her labia and started searching deep.
They came out almost immediately and another smack cracked through the air. The pain flared, so horrible and then so hot it made her moan. Somehow the pain morphed into arousal and a sensual high.
“Don’t move. This is my time. You’re over my lap, accepting my discipline, and you will be still.” Logan’s voice washed over her like warm water. His hands moved back to her pussy, fingers playing along her sensitive flesh.
She wanted those fingers. More. They were too small. She needed something more than those fingers. For the first time in her life, she was really starting to understand what it meant to ache for something, and not in an emotional fashion. She totally understood that, but this physical ache was different. The physical ache made her feel alive, different than she’d been before.
She forced herself to be still as Logan’s fingers started to penetrate her.
“She’s wet.” She could hear the wealth of satisfaction in Logan’s voice. “So fucking wet. That’s what I wanted.”
She’d never been so wet. Logan’s fingers slipped easily around her pussy, but he had to push to get inside.
“How tight is she?” Seth asked.
She felt herself flush and wanted to say something about embarrassment, but she suddenly realized there wasn’t a place for that here. They had agreed to this. She had agreed, not just to the sex, but to the play, and that was something these men took seriously. They really weren’t going to laugh at her or treat her like something to be used and thrown away.
Oh, god, this was so serious.
“She’s so tight. I can barely get a finger in there.” Logan pushed against her, his finger finally sliding deep. It took everything she had not to move against that finger. She could feel a delicious pressure building.
“I think she’s been a good girl, Logan. Can we put her out of her misery now?” Seth asked, his voice tight.
Logan’s finger fucked in and out of her in a slow motion. “Don’t you mean you want me to put you out of yours?” Logan laughed at something Georgia couldn’t see. She would have bet a lot that Seth had given Logan his happy middle finger. “All right. She took it far better than I could have dreamed. Get the bar ready.”
“Not the bar. Follow me and bring her with you. I think you’ll like this.”
She found herself being turned, her very sore backside hitting Logan’s legs. She winced a little as she was moved into his arms and he stood, not a single sign of strain on his face. No. That gorgeous face of his just smiled down at h
er. “You’ll wince like that for days, and every time you do, my cock will jump and I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing you took that burn for me.”
She cuddled against his chest, knowing there was no way he would drop her. She’d never been carried around in her whole life, and now she’d had it twice in one day. It was well worth the sore bottom. “Did you really want me back in Dallas?”
He started to move toward Seth’s section of the house. She had been in another wing the night before and Logan had stayed in the guest bedroom. “Yes, Georgia. Why do you think your snitty little attitude just about killed me? Why did you act that way? You don’t act that way around Seth. He wouldn’t be crazy about you if you were always on the phone or doing your nails or looking down that little nose of yours at him.”
How to explain? “I wasn’t looking for something with Seth. Not at first. I was still thinking about you. And I guess I wanted you to think I was a big deal or something. I pretended to talk to my agent about all the parts I was up for. Logan, I didn’t have an agent. She dropped me because I couldn’t lose weight. She said I wasn’t fat enough for the fat roles and that I was way too fat for the real roles.”
His face hardened. “I’d like to meet that agent of yours.”
She couldn’t blame her. Her agent had been right. She was twenty pounds too big for any part, and she wasn’t that great an actress anyway. She’d just hated the business world with a passion despite the fact that she’d gotten through college with a high GPA. She’d only done it to please her father. Who had cut her off anyway. “Besides I needed the job with Seth. I found out how much I liked him later on. Do you think he thinks I’m a crazy freak now since he’s seen me in meltdown?”
She’d kind of hoped Seth never had to see her that way, but now she could see how careful they had been around each other. It was the opposite of the way she and Logan had been. There had to be some sweet medium.
