Addicted (Club Destiny #3) (5 page)

“Over
my knee, Sam. Now.” This time he injected the firm, definitely-not-kidding tone
she’d heard before.

Anxiety
coursed through her bloodstream, making her feel dizzy but somehow she managed
to lean over, her stomach lying across his thighs. It certainly would have been
easier if he’d have put her in position himself, but because he expected her
total submission, Sam found forcing herself to do as he said to be harder than
she could have imagined.

“Damn,
baby. You’ve got the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen.”

She
wanted him to get on with it, get it over with because the longer he waited,
the more nerve she lost. When his big, calloused hand began brushing her bare
butt cheeks, she squirmed. Although she had left her panties on, the thong
offered remarkably little cover.

“It’s
going to look so beautiful after I redden it with my hand.” Logan said, his
play by play ratcheting up her anxiety. “Is that what you want, Sam? You want
me to spank your ass?”

Oh
God!
When he put it like that, it was a turn on like no other. To think he would
actually do it was another thing.

“Tell
me.” He ordered.

Sam
knew Logan liked to be in control, he reveled in her pleasure, which was
another turn on, but he would not continue until she gave him the go ahead.

“Yes.”
She muttered, holding herself up by placing her hands on his calves, her arms
beginning to ache from the strain.

“Yes,
what?” He asked, still gently gliding his palm over her butt.

“Spank
me.” The words sounded silly, but the feel of his hand on her thighs, on her
butt, kept her from laughing out loud.

Then
there was no room for laughter because his hand came down forcefully, causing
her to scream from the bolt of pain that ripped through her butt.

He
didn’t give her time to recover before he repeated the punishment, although his
hand landed on her other butt cheek that time. The sting was intense, but the
burning sensation was even more so.

“How
many do you think you deserve?” Logan asked, patiently caressing her overheated
skin.

Did
he actually expect her to answer? Sam hoped not because her breath was lodged
in her chest and her brain was on overload.

“How
many?” His command was urgent, and he punctuated it with another slap to her
behind.

“Ten.”
She threw out the first number that came to mind, shocked at her audacity.

“Ten?
Why ten?” He inquired, again stroking her heated flesh with his warm palm.

“I
don’t know.” She admitted. If she’d been smart, she would have said five.

“Count
them off.” Logan instructed seconds before the next slap landed firmly.

“One.”
She choked out. That one hurt and that clearly didn’t explain the sudden throb
between her legs. Was she actually enjoying this?

Another
slap, this one in the exact same spot as the last. She screamed and squirmed
before blurting out, “Two.”

By
the time Logan was finished, her counts barely audible, there were tears
streaming down her face, and her ass was on fire. Sam was unable to move, hardly
able to think for the pain ricocheting through her bottom.

“So
pretty.”

Sam’s
back straightened, and she nearly launched up from Logan’s lap. Had he not been
holding her in place, she probably would have done just that. It wasn’t her
husband’s voice that spoke those words. She tried to turn, but Logan kept her
in place, unable to see behind her as a pair of hands brushed over her tender
butt cheeks.

Sam
couldn’t speak, the exquisite feel of the man’s hands on her butt, gently
soothing the sting. She could feel his body heat on the back of her legs. How
had she not heard him come in? Who was it?

She
knew instinctively that it wasn’t Luke, but who could Logan have gotten and why
hadn’t he warned her?

~*~*~

“This
is what you wanted, isn’t it, Sam?” Logan asked, leaning closer to her ear.

Sam
was still lying across his lap while Tag had approached her from behind,
lowering himself on his haunches as he caressed the reddened skin of Sam’s bottom.

Logan’s
willpower was being tested at the moment, but he wasn’t willing to admit it.
With Sam sprawled across his thighs, her butt a bright, rosy red from his hand,
he was beside himself with need. This was the first and only time he’d ever
spanked Sam, but after that little experience, he didn’t promise it wouldn’t
happen again.

“Answer
me.” He told his wife.

“Yes.
It’s what I wanted.”

That’s
what he thought. Logan knew those late night talks hadn’t been in vain. His
wife enjoyed being pleasured by another man, and Logan enjoyed the hell out of
watching it. Right now for instance, while Tag was becoming intimately familiar
with Sam’s backside, Logan was on pins and needles.

“Stand
up.” Unable to sit still, especially with Sam’s upper body pressing against his
cock, Logan knew it was time to move to the next phase. Helping his wife to her
feet, Logan stood the moment he was free.

“On
the table.” He ordered, turning her so her ass was on the edge. Lifting, he
assisted her in getting where he wanted her to be.

“Now
lay back and take off the rest of your clothes.” He ordered, taking a step to
the side so Tag would have a direct view of her.

Logan
watched as Sam’s gaze traced over Tag, watching him with excitement in her
eyes. He knew she enjoyed this, knew she’d been waiting patiently for months
for a repeat performance. And although Luke wasn’t the one to join them, Logan
felt at ease with Tag. The man seemed to know how this worked, just going with
the flow.

When
Sam slid her panties over her hips and down her thighs, Tag reached forward and
helped to ease them down her legs.

“Your
wife is so fucking hot.” Tag grumbled, his deep voice resonating through the
empty kitchen.

“Now
the bra.” Logan instructed, his eyes glued to Sam’s hands and the stunning body
she was uncovering. “She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Logan
added.

“Does
her pussy taste as sweet as it looks?” Tag asked.

“Ambrosia.”
Logan said, feeling damn near in awe of his wife. She was absolute perfection,
laid out naked on the table like a feast.

When
her eyes met his, Logan made sure she could see everything he felt – every
ounce of love, respect, and total infatuation.

“Please,
Logan.” Sam pleaded.

Logan
could deny her nothing, and when she looked at him like that, he knew he never
would. “Put your feet on the table and spread your legs.”

Sam
did as instructed, putting her heels on the table and widening her knees so her
pussy was open and beckoning. “It’s time for Tag to taste you, baby. I want to
watch while he eats your pussy.”

Logan
hadn’t been this excited since the very first time he’d shared Sam with Luke.
Watching her pleasure was mind blowing; being able to direct it was a gift.

~~  **  ~~  **  ~~  **  ~~

Tag
didn’t appear to require any further direction because he made his way closer
to the table, placing his big hands on Sam’s small ankles before gliding them
up her calves, over her knees and down her thighs. He took his time touching
her, likely enjoying the soft, smooth texture of her skin against his.

Logan
watched intently, knowing exactly what it felt like to be where Tag was. To inhale
the sensual scent of Sam’s arousal, the see the dampness lining the soft, pink
folds of her pussy, only moments before he was lapping at them.

Moving
around to the other side of the table, Logan took each of Sam’s hands in one of
his and held it above her head, wanting to touch her, but also wanting an
unobstructed view of Tag’s bald head between Sam’s splayed thighs. Her moans
were increasing, her body writhing against the hard wooden table, and her eyes
were open and locked on the same place Logan’s were.

“Does
it feel good, Sam?” Logan asked, leaning forward so his mouth was close to
Sam’s ear, the subtle intoxicating scent of her assaulting his senses and
making his cock that much harder.

“Yes.
God, it feels so good.” Her words of encouragement seemed to inspire Tag
because the man used his fingers to spread open her labia, his tongue easing
between the folds, tasting every inch, but never delving into her pussy or over
her clit, which Logan knew would drive Sam wild.

“Don’t
make her come.” Logan warned Tag. He wanted her wild.

~*~*~

Sam
wanted to throttle Logan for that little bit of instruction. What in the world
was he thinking? Here she was on full display for both Logan and Tag, her pussy
being intently lavished by a highly skilled tongue, and she wasn’t supposed to come.
In her opinion, that was almost cruel.

Apparently
Tag knew the rules because he listened, easily moving his mouth from the place
she needed him most to the inside of her thigh. When he began trailing smoking
hot kisses over her pelvic bone, then her stomach, Sam had to grit her teeth. She
hoped like hell he was going to do something because she was going to burn
alive.

When
he reached her breast, he plucked her nipple with his finger and thumb, making
it pucker and beg for attention. Logan moved to her other side, releasing one
of her hands, but she wasn’t free for long before Tag twined his fingers with
hers, successfully holding her down again.

Sensory
overload was a term she had recently gotten all too familiar with, at least
since she had met Logan, but right now, with both men latched onto one of her
breasts, their hot tongues teasing her, she was at the breaking point. When Tag
used his free hand to squeeze her breast before sucking her fully into his
mouth, Sam nearly came up off the table. The pain was intoxicating.

She
needed to come. Her orgasm was lingering, but not nearly close enough and if
one of them didn’t do something, she was going to scream.

Logan
released her from his wicked mouth, standing to his full height before letting
go of her hand. She waited patiently for what he would say next; instead, he
said nothing, shooting her a mischievous grin before ripping his shirt up and
over his head.

Lord
have mercy the man was a sight to behold. All of that tan muscle... those
washboard abs and thick, powerful arms made her mouth water.

There
were days when Sam wondered how she had managed to land a man as intensely sexy
as Logan McCoy. Those thoughts were usually followed by a reminder that she was
the luckiest woman on the planet.

Then
there were times like now when he wanted to tease her to death, making her
delirious with pleasure. In those moments, she just wanted to strangle him.
“Logan.”

“Yes,
baby?” He asked in that innocent tone that drove her mad.

“Make
me come!” She screamed, only to have her attention redirected to Tag.

The
man was sex appeal at its finest. He’d released her breast and was standing
beside the table, staring down at her, making her feel entirely exposed, which
made sense because she was laid out on the kitchen table naked.

When
he mirrored Logan’s actions, pulling his shirt over his head with one hand, Sam
looked her fill. Lean and toned, the man was gloriously sexy.

Although
he was bald, he had dark hair over the rest of his body. His chest had a light
dusting of hair that arrowed down his stomach and disappeared into the
waistband of his jeans, and Sam had a sudden longing to see him naked. As far
as she was concerned, it was only fair.

“Let’s
take this outside.” Logan said, breaking Sam’s attention before he lifted her
from the table and carried her through the French doors that led to the back.

The
temperature was near perfect, especially considering she was naked. She knew
before long it wouldn’t matter because her body had overheated twice already, a
third time was a given. Glancing up at Logan, she took the opportunity to kiss
him, pulling his head down to hers until their mouths met.

Licking
his bottom lip, she slid her tongue inside his mouth, exploring, teasing and
pleading all at the same time. She needed more, and he knew it. To her
surprise, he didn’t break the kiss, he laid her on the oversized couch and
maneuvered above her, his mouth fused with hers.

Tag
was close enough Sam could hear his labored breaths, and feel the warmth of his
body heat near her arm. When Logan did break the kiss, he was immediately
replaced by Tag and Sam was lost to the new, strange sensation.

His
mouth was firm, his lips fuller than Logan’s, but there was something much more
demanding in him. Yet Sam could feel in the way he thrust his tongue inside of
her mouth that he was looking more to give pleasure than to receive it. She
wanted to give back.

In
a daring move, she sucked his tongue gently; mimicking what she hoped would be
the next interlude in this fiercely erotic bout of evening foreplay. When he
pulled back, he looked into her eyes, and Sam saw storm clouds brewing in the exotic
gray color.