Page 17 of Her Devious Daddies

“I do love a challenge.”

Logan led me to the spanking bench, arranging me against the cushions without any pushback from me. Not that I could do much. He had the upper hand in so many ways. His hands were on the waistband of my tight, navy boxer-briefs, jerking them down to my knees before I could protest. His palm cracked across the expanse of my ass, each hard strike pulling a yelp from my mouth. Despite the pain and the unusual way, we started, I stayed in place. Over and over his hand targeted my muscled butt cheeks, down to my sit-spots and up again. My skin felt hot and uncomfortable but his handling of me aroused me to my core. Logan offered temporary reprieve and rubbed both sides of my burning ass. I grunted from the mixture of pain and pleasure, overwhelmed by everything currently happening.

Slumped against the spanking bench, I could barely lift my head. “Sir,” I whispered pitifully, my cock rock hard in between my legs, adding to my overall predicament.

“Yes, August?”

“Orange?”

“Is that some mixture of yellow and red?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Logan carefully fixed my boxers, rubbing my back as he did. Orange wasn’t a word we’d agreed on or even mentioned, but I didn’t want to say my safeword, and I certainly didn’t want our time to end. I should have negotiated properly. If only hindsight wasn’t twenty-twenty.

He assisted me off the bench, supporting the weight of my body and helping me to sit on the sofa against the wall. I said nothing, trapped between desperately wanting to curl up against him and fighting the urge to run out of his office.

“Stay here a second,” Logan said gruffly.

I couldn’t move even if I wanted to and yet part of me still wanted to leave. Every nerve in my body hummed with arousal. A water bottle was pressed to my lips. I drank it like I’d been wandering in the desert for days and it was the first sip of liquid to ever pass my throat. My stomach churned, bringing an audible groan to my lips. “Crap.” My voice sounded like I’d swallowed sandpaper.

“Easy. Take small sips,” he commanded.

I slowed down, enjoying the feeling of him holding the bottle to my mouth. Logan wrapped a blanket around me and pulled me against his side. It wasn’t enough. I heard a wrapper crinkling and turned my head toward the sound. Logan fed me something. Chocolate. Really, really good chocolate. I opened my mouth for another bite, eating the candy without thinking about how raw and vulnerable I felt, as if I were in the recurring dream where I was completely naked in the middle of town.

“Sir,” I croaked. I hated to be perceived as needy or clingy but right now I needed to tell him how to get me out of what felt like subspace. I’d observed it dozens of times. Anyone I topped in a scene had to discuss aftercare. I also helped others through it after separate scenes. I was incredibly lucky that Logan had as much knowledge as he did. He caressed my cheek.

“What else do you need, August?”

It seemed to take me forever to answer him even though I trusted him to take care of me. “Touching. A lot of touching. Please?”

“I’ve got you. It’s okay to relax now,” he assured in a low, husky tone.

Logan shifted our positions until he could hold me against his chest. His arms wrapped around my body, and I curled into him, thankful for his understanding regardless of my piss-poor explanation. He rubbed my head, neck, shoulders and massaged my back. The ringing in my ears slowly faded to a gentle roar. I had no idea how long we stayed there, but finally the fog lifted. I blinked a few times and made the mistake of looking up into his face. Logan raised his eyebrows as he stared at me.

“Are you feeling better, August?”’

“I think so.”

Neither of us made a move to leave our current position. He moved his hand to my hair and gently ran his fingers through it.

“Well, your snark seems to have disappeared for the night,” he remarked. “Next time we sit down and negotiate before a scene. I should have pressed that harder. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“I appreciate it, but to be fair, I wasn’t in the mood for talking.”

“Are you in the mood for it now?”

“No, Sir.”

The corners of his mouth twitched, and a brilliant smile broke across his lips. He looked so attractive from this view. Logan sat up and I had no choice but to follow, swallowing hard because I didn’t know what to expect.

“You can call me Logan for the rest of the night. Now, if you don’t want to have an in-depth conversation with me about the choices you made earlier, then what do you want to do?”

“Not make any more decisions tonight,” I said, shocked at how easily my confession came. “If you ask me questions, my mouth is going to run. I can’t guarantee I won’t say something snarky again.”

Logan traced his fingers along my jawline. His touch sparked the arousal as if he’d lit a match. He glanced at my mouth for longer than polite then locked his gorgeous eyes on mine.

“Your ass might be able to handle another round on my bench, but I don’t think your head will be able to. Would you like me to keep your attitude at bay in a different manner?”

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