“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.