Page 33 of Her Devious Daddies

Logan wasted no time in taking the reins, gently guiding Karsyn and I into the direction he wanted. Luckily his path was the same one I had wanted to be on for my entire life. I wish I could turn off my brain from overthinking. Logan already treated me as a priority in his life. I wanted to do the same for him and Karsyn.

After a few tense moments of silence, I cleared my throat. “Have you ever been spanked, sweetheart?”

“No, I haven’t, and I don’t plan on it anytime soon,” Logan answered.

I shoved his shoulder playfully. “Not you.”

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he said, chuckling.

Karsyn giggled as she watched the two of us interact. I could listen to her laugh all day. It would have been nice to connect with her the first time I saw her at the hospital, and I regretted not doing so sooner, but I trusted the timing.

“I haven’t been spanked in a long time,” she admitted softly.

“We should remedy that right now.” I patted my thigh, loving the flicker of desire sparkling in her eyes. She’d bratted playfully outside the cafe, not enough to warrant a more in-depth discussion, but I had promised her an introduction. Instead of complying as I thought she would, Karsyn glanced at Logan. I captured her chin in between my thumb and pointer finger. “Take off your pants and get over my lap, sweetheart.”

She swallowed hard, her pupils dilating, then stepped out of her cute, rust-colored boots. and undid her gray slacks, pushing them down to her ankles and stepping out. Her hips balanced her curves and I wanted to bite her thighs. Her sexy panties had purple and teal flowers splattered along the sides in a cute pattern. Damn it. If I kept staring at her, I’d want to carry her into the bedroom instead of what we were about to do. I longed to explore every inch of her body with my tongue.

“Is this a scene? I, um, the other night I saw you. At, uh, the club, I mean, uh I was watching your scenes,” she stammered.

“While I’m willing to negotiate a scene and bring you to Creekside, this isn’t a scene. We’re connecting, sweetheart. And I think the fastest way to do that is to give you what you’ve been needing. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Karsyn blinked several times as if gathering her thoughts. “Yes, August.”

“If I do something outside of your comfort zone, tell me.” I released her chin, waiting for her to get into position. After a few seconds, she climbed across my lap, and shifted slightly so she could reach Logan. He smiled at me before stroking her hair. I admired her full, pillowy bottom cheeks, running my fingers all over her ass. Her panties accentuated every curve. I found myself growing hard at the idea of spanking her. I considered myself experienced when it came to a scene, as well as personal dynamics. However, something about this gorgeous woman flustered me. It wasn’t Logan sitting next to me watching—he and I had topped others at his club together. Karsyn hadn’t been in this dynamic before, and she’d been in none that had been good. That was something we had in common, our connection. We were both finally getting things we needed after many years of either denying it to ourselves or not finding anything close enough.

“Do you need an implement?” Logan asked matter-of-factly.

His question snapped me out of my slight daze. “No, thank you. I’ll let you know if I change my mind.”

“I have a few,” he mused.

“More than a few,” I agreed. Leaning over Karsyn, I planted a kiss on her shoulder blade through her satin blouse.

“I’m going to overheat if you do that again.”

“I like the way your body responds to me. Do you know how colors work? This isn’t a scene, but if you can’t voice what’s going on in your head, you can use them.”

“I do. Thank you for checking,” she said softly.

“You’re welcome.” I struck either side of her ass hard and fast without letting her catch her breath. Karsyn buried her head against Logan’s thigh. Dialing down the intensity, I caressed her upper thighs and sit-spots before targeting the same areas again. She squirmed and wiggled as I changed focus to the fullest part of her bottom cheeks.

“Oh!” Karsyn snapped her head up, arching her hips to meet my palm.

I paused, kneading my fingers into the same spots my palm had met her supple bottom. “May I lower your panties, sweetheart?”

“I’m heated already. I don’t know how much more I can take right now before I…”

“Before you…?”

“Never mind.” She hid underneath her hands.

Logan shifted around, leaning so his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Your Sir asked you a question. Answer it.”

“Fuck,” Karsyn groaned.

Logan shook his head, seemingly more amused than upset, but I couldn’t put a finger on his mood. Parting Karsyn’s thighs, he landed one slap against her mound, his fingers likely catching her pussy lips. Her panties would offer very little protection against his precision.

“Ahh!” She jerked, her body tensing.

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