Page 3 of The More the Merrier

"Did you pregame?" Logan asked. "Did you touch your cock without Daddy's permission?"

Liam shrugged, but I could see the guilt in his eyes. I covered my hand with my mouth and hid a chuckle. If there was one thing that Liam got in trouble for on a regular basis, it was this.

"You bad boy," Logan growled. “Get up and brace your hands against the arm of the couch."

He let go of Liam's neck, and Liam rushed to obey. I curled up on my tummy on the length of the couch, facing Liam. His eyes sparkled with mischief when they met mine, and I shook my head. Liam liked to follow the rules, but he also liked to be spanked as much as I liked to watch him get spanked. Touching himself was the one rule that would always get a rise out of Logan without paralyzing Liam with guilt.

"Why did you touch yourself?" Logan questioned, positioning himself to stand behind Liam.

Liam shrugged. "I was stressed. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm sorry… Daddy?"

"You're gonna be."

The twinkle left Liam's eye the minute Logan's hand connected with his ass. The satisfyingly loud smack echoed through the room, and even I winced. Liam's arms gave out and he fell forward, nearly face-planting onto the couch. He barely had time to right himself when the second swat fell.

"Ouch," he said softly under his breath. "Damn."

"Watch your mouth," Logan said sharply. "You don't need to add to your trouble. I've had enough with you touching yourself without permission, taking what's mine. I'm going to spank your bottom red, and then I'm going to bury my cock in your ass and pound you until you beg for mercy."

Liam's Adams apple bobbed when he gulped. "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry." This time it actually looked like he meant it.

"Hush. Not a word out of you. Take your spanking like a man, since you seem to want to play like one."

Oh god. Logan was being so… incredibly alpha, but I'd never seen him speak to Liam so harshly. Even Liam looked like he was in shock, blinking back tears as Logan spanked away, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room. The smacks were sharp with no time between them, and I could see the pain on Liam's face. He bit his lip to keep from crying out, seemingly determined to do as he'd been told and take his spanking like a man. I looked from him to Logan and was even more shocked by what I saw on Logan's face. His expression was concentrated, his jaw relaxed and his eyes full of gentle concern. It did not match the sharpness of his tone.

Enraptured by the scene in front of me, I moved into a sitting position and pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.

I looked from Logan back to Liam, whose eyes were now wet with unshed tears. His expression was tense, but his body seemed to sag with relief. I understood. He'd needed this. Exactly this. And Logan was just giving it to him.

Logan stopped spanking and looked around the room, his brows furrowed. Finally he frowned, shook his head, and stalked off toward the kitchen, returning a moment later with the only wooden spoon that was never used for cooking.

My eyes grew wide and Liam whimpered, shifting his stance. One smack of the spoon and my big, strong Daddy crumbled.

I hated to see him in pain, even though he was so often the cause of mine. Logan apparently had no such qualms, bouncing the spoon off the curve of Liam's ass repeatedly, and with much force and enthusiasm. Liam's face was pulled into a grimace, and I could tell he was fighting to stay strong—maybe for my sake, maybe for his own pride. It was hard to say. While I loved the dynamic between them, it wasn't often I got to be privy to a scene like this one. Those were usually kept private, to keep me from seeing Daddy Liam in a position that undermined his authority. I was both fascinated and slightly uncomfortable. I was probably wishing for it to be over just as much as Daddy Liam was.

Finally, the spoon dropped to the floor, I heard the telltale pop on the cap of the bottle of lube, and craned my neck to see Logan generously coating his cock.

He grabbed Liam's hips roughly and pressed his erection against Liam's ass.

"It's time for Daddy to take what's his," he growled.

"Yes, Sir," Liam whispered. There was a reverence in his voice and relief etched on his features.

When Logan's cock entered Liam's bottom hole, I hid my face for a moment and Liam reached for my hand squeezing it.

"It's okay, little one," he said. "I needed this, and Daddy knew it."

Relaxing, I nodded. Logan took good care of both of us, and always seemed to give us exactly what we needed, even when we didn't want it.

As soon as his cock was nestled between Liam's cheeks, Logan's face relaxed. His hard jawline softened, and his eyes dilated with arousal.

"You're Daddy's. You belong to me." He spoke in a whisper that was barely loud enough for me to hear.

Liam's face also relaxed as the weight of Logan's words washed over him. They may have been together for half a decade, but sometimes we all needed a reminder that we were safe and loved and had someone we belonged to.

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