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 her. “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.
Logan walked through the French doors and nodded Seth’s way. “I don’t think you put him off, baby. Unless you’re talking about his clothes. You definitely put him off his clothes.”
Seth was naked. Gorgeously, stunningly naked. And she’d been right. His penis looked more like a club than a pencil. A big, long, thick club that was supposed to go into her apparently really tight vagina.
“What do you think?” Seth put his palm on the marble half wall that separated the sitting area from what looked like the biggest bed ever. It wasn’t any kind of a standard size. It had to have been custom made. Seth was always an optimist.
“Did you actually measure?” Logan had a grin on his face as he moved toward that wide, smooth wall.
“Damn straight. Though you’ve got two inches on me so you might have to lean over. But I promise it’s going to be perfect for me. Up you go, baby.”
Logan placed her right on the smooth marbled top. She squealed a little at the cold, but then it settled against her flesh and took away the sting of the spanking. It was as wide as a bench, and she felt like she was suspended in midair.
“Spread your legs, Georgia. Put your heels right at the edge and bring your pussy towards me,” Seth said.
Logan had moved to the side of the wall that now seemed more like a sex apparatus than an architectural piece. And she could see plainly what they were talking about when they discussed the proper height. She was in exactly the right place for Seth’s mouth.
“Damn. Do you know how long I’ve waited to get my hands on these?” Logan’s breath huffed as he palmed her breasts. Even as high up as she was, he loomed over her, her larger-than-life, Western lawman.
“And I’ve been dying for a taste of you, Georgia. I need you to know I haven’t touched another woman since the day I met you. I had a date that night, and I canceled and told her I couldn’t see her again and I’ve been a very good boy since then. I just want you to know that even though I’ve kept my hands off you, I’ve been yours since that moment.” Seth’s hands pulled at her ankles. “And god, baby, it was worth it. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He was staring at her pussy, but she wasn’t thinking about anything but the words he’d said. No one. She even remembered the day she’d met him. He’d taken her out to dinner, saying they needed to talk a little more so she could have a handle on the job he wanted her to do. Just before, he’d stepped away and made a phone call. He’d broken it off with his date to be with her, and he hadn’t had a woman since.
“I haven’t slept with anyone either, Seth.” He should know that. Of course, at the time, she couldn’t because her mind had been playing the Logan channel twenty-four seven, but after a few weeks, the only one who could compete was Seth.
A fierce look came over his face. It was the look she associated with him making a very shrewd business deal. “Of course, you didn’t. I made sure of it. I deflected the men who were interested in you and the one who wouldn’t go away, I fired.”