Chapter Six
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When he took a step back, allowing her room to ease down from the table, Sam did exactly as he said. She couldn’t hide the grin, and when she looked up, she saw ecstasy shining in the hazel depths of his eyes while a smile tipped the very edges of his sensual lips.
Logan took a seat in the chair she had vacated earlier and put his hands on her hips, turning her until she was facing him. Sam had to brace herself by placing her hands on his shoulders. His movements were jerky, as though he were excited, which she knew he was.
“Strip.”
Logan’s terse voice was like a shockwave to her insides, shaking her up and throwing her off balance. Was he really going to go through with this?
“Take your clothes off, Sam.” He slowly enunciated each word, as though she hadn’t understood him the first time.
Oh, she understood alright. She was just a little on the timid side at the moment.
With her back to the living room, facing Logan, Sam sucked in air and a little bit of courage while she was at it. They played these games frequently, so getting naked in front of her husband wasn’t unusual. In the kitchen was a little strange, but not enough to shake her resolve. Apparently she was a little leery of the promise of punishment. Something he’d never done before.
Without further hesitation, Sam slowly disrobed, removing her shoes first, followed by her jeans and t-shirt. Just to push him a little, she left her panties and bra on because she knew he would expect them to come off, as well.
“I said strip. Since when does that mean you can leave anything on?” Logan asked pointedly, his heated gaze caressing every inch of exposed skin.
“Mmmm... Sorry.” Sam uttered, trying to appear as though she were. “I forgot what you told me to do.”
“Is that so?”
She liked taunting him, liked pushing him because in the end, he would overwhelm her with pleasure. “Yes.”
“In that case, I think you’ve definitely earned your punishment. Come here.”
Sam walked to him, taking slow, measured steps, anticipation burning through her.
Logan turned his chair, placing more space between him and the table before taking her hand. When he pulled her close, she instinctively moved to stand in front of him, but he easily adjusted her course until she was standing on his right side.
“Bend over my knee.” Logan’s voice was deep, laced with promise.
Sam looked down at his knees, then back at him, unable to move from her spot. Ok, so thinking about being spanked and actually giving in to letting it happen were two different things. Maybe she should rethink this entire situation.
Just when she would have taken a step back, Logan gripped her wrist firmly.
“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?
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“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.