Eyes Wide Open (17 page)

Fucking hell, only twelve spanks and she was a roiling mass of hormones and fury. How in the hell did people do this all the time? And with more force, harsher tools, more blows? It was a wonder James could ever sit down, or even walk properly if Logan tortured his arse like that on a regular basis. But then he was much more used to it than she. Perhaps she’d ask for some tips.

God, what the hell am I thinking? Why do I need tips? I’m never doing this again. No way!
She’d taken the spanks she’d all but asked for, determined to do her research thoroughly, and she now had her conclusion. Being beaten was not for her.

Why then did her pussy lips still feel so bloody swollen? Her clit was screaming out for attention, for stimulation, for climax. If one of the men—or both—threw her to the bed—or even the floor—now and thrust their cock inside her, it would be the best thing ever. Thick, hard flesh penetrating her own, filling her up, stretching her, tantalizing all those nerve endings, taking the frustration that had built up inside her and transforming it into the orgasm to end all orgasms.

Christ, she could think of nothing she wanted more. But it seemed, for now at least, that she wasn’t going to get it.

“Well done, girl,” Logan said, stroking her hair, which had fallen around her like a golden curtain, preventing her from seeing anything except what was immediately in front of her. “You did very well. And”—he stuck his hand between her legs, dipping under her thong to the heat and wetness beneath—“it seems as though you enjoyed it, too. Naughty girl.” He took a sharp swipe at her with his bare hand. The sound was loud, louder somehow than anything that had gone before. She screeched at the new burn in her bum, more so when he evened the score by smacking her arse three more times.

“Sorry, girl, but I just couldn’t resist. Your reaction was just so delightful. And beautiful. My cock is fit to burst.”

That much was certainly true. Heat blazed at the point where the rigid cock still poked against her hip, even through three layers of their clothing. And, in spite of her annoyance at those final four spanks, Fiona would happily have sunk the thick length of it inside her and ridden him until her legs gave way.

When she didn’t respond, he stroked her hair again. “Ready to get your own back, Fiona?”

A shift then, she realized, from ‘girl’ to ‘Fiona’, which was clearly significant. Now James was at her side, helping her off Logan’s lap, and she accepted his assistance gratefully. Straightening her clothing, such as it was, she grimaced at the sensation of her damp underwear cooling against her skin.

“What’s the matter?” Logan asked, his tone laced with amusement. “Arse hurting?”

“No,” she shot back indignantly, determined for him not to know the whole truth. “My knickers are stuck to me, that’s all.”

Raising his eyebrows, he replied, “Well there’s a simple solution for that now, isn’t there? Hurry now. I think James is more than ready for his spanking, don’t you?”

Glancing at James’ crotch, she saw the meaning of Logan’s words right before her eyes. James’ cock tented his jeans, and returning her gaze to his face, she saw his expression was as uncomfortable as his cock apparently was. Figuring that the sooner she finished her education, the sooner she could have sex with one or both of them, she caressed James’ cheek then kissed him lightly on the lips.

Then she hurried out of her thong, kicked it to one side and crossed over to the bed. She wasn’t concerned about figuring out the order of harshness. James had taken every one of these things more than once, and they’d been wielded by someone much stronger and more experienced than she.

Grabbing the crop, she turned to James. “Clothes off, gorgeous, and bend over the bed.”

James complied, and Fiona risked a glance at Logan before she continued. She was momentarily surprised to note that he’d freed his cock from the confines of his clothing and was stroking it slowly, so slowly that the action would probably do little more than keep him hard. Which, she supposed, was the point—for now, at least. He wouldn’t want to come at this stage. She was sure he had much more exciting plans for his cock than masturbation when there were plenty of willing, waiting holes at his disposal.

Licking her lips, she then threw Logan a salacious smile. Returning her attention to her task, suddenly she was reminded that earlier the prospect of doing this very thing had filled her with excitement. Maybe everything that had happened since had muddled her brain somewhat, but now, it couldn’t have been clearer.

She was going to whip, crop, cane and tawse—was that even a proper word?—James’ delightful backside, and she was going to love every last moment of it. How she knew this without having done it yet, she had no idea, but it didn’t matter. It just
was.

Wafting the crop around in the air a little to get used to the feeling and weight of it, she gripped it tightly, then moved into position.

“Fiona,” came Logan’s voice.

She turned. “Yes?”

“Just be careful, all right? James is experienced in this, but you’re not. So take it easy to begin with, get used to the feel of the crop in your hand, how James is reacting. And, James?” he added.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Be sure and use your safe word if needed, all right? Fiona, remember James’ safe word is ‘supernatural’, okay? He uses it, you stop. Understand?”

Nodding, she remembered that James couldn’t see her. “Yes, Logan, I understand. I’ll be careful, and I’ll stop immediately if James uses his safe word.”

Turning back to James, she pulled in a deep breath. Then, taking aim at his right buttock, she drew her arm back then immediately snapped it forward, a whoop filling her ears as the crop cut through the air and landed on its target.

To her surprise, James let out little more than a hiss. Repeating her action on his other bum cheek, but with more force, she hoped for a stronger reaction. Instead, she got more of the same. She hadn’t been told she could only lay four blows with each implement, though, so her best option was to use his high, muscular buttocks as target practice until she hit James’ specific buttons. If she was going to get anything out of this, she wanted to give
him
pleasure. Surely that was the whole point?

Getting into a steady rhythm, Fiona built up the force and frequency of the hits, growing to enjoy the power she had more with each passing moment. It was heady, having someone completely at her mercy, someone she could do pretty much anything with or to, someone who’d take anything she wanted to give. And, given that Logan was his Dominant, Fiona figured there was nothing her imagination—despite its fertility—could come up with that James wouldn’t accept. There was no way she’d be able to make him use his safe word.

And there was no way she wanted to. All she wanted was for them both—and Logan—to have fun. Judging by the increase in James’ breathing, and the occasional moans she’d finally managed to elicit from him, he was.

Dropping the crop, she moved up next to James and reached for his cock. It stood rigid and red hot, straining up toward his belly button, with pre-cum beading at its tip. With her other hand, she reached around and stroked his arse, which radiated scorching heat. At the contact, James winced a little and his cock leaped in her hand.

Oh yes, he’d enjoyed that. And her still-throbbing pussy attested to the fact that she had, too. She was in no mood for dissecting the whys and wherefores, however.

Releasing James, she strode over to the bedside cabinet and retrieved a condom. As she returned to him, she removed the rubber from its wrapper, so it was ready to roll down his length, which she promptly did. Once it was seated securely at the base of his swollen dick, she bent over the bed beside him, flipped up her skirt and said, “James, please fuck me. Now.”

As James moved to do her bidding, the blunt head of his cock slipping easily through her slick folds and into her entrance, Logan piped up, a tinge of surprise in his tone.

“Well, James, I think we have ourselves a switch.”

Chapter Twenty-One

The words reached her ears, permeated her brain, but she was far too focused on James’ thick cock easing inside her to react. Instead, she filed away the comment, determined to ask what the hell he was talking about when she and James were finished.

And that wouldn’t be for a little while yet. He had more restraint than she—again, likely down to practice—and rather than hurrying to enter her, he was taking his time. Tingles raced up her spine and the tiny hairs all over her body stood up as he inched his way inside her, setting off a chain reaction of delicious sensations as he did so.

The remaining tools and toys were still lined up beside her, unused, but she didn’t care. Logan had made his point, and she felt she’d made hers—she could take pain
and
give it out. Besides, the thoughts and feelings she’d had while spanking James would be no different, whatever tool she used. And, since their three-way relationship—or whatever it was they were doing—was apparently no longer a one-off, she’d get her chance to play with some of the other things in future.

Closing her eyes, she let her other senses take over. The scent of sweat and sex filled her nostrils, only serving to make her hotter. The sounds, for now, were minimal. James was still rocking slowly in and out of her grasping hole, so there was no skin slapping against skin, no grunting, growling, screeching or swearing. But they’d come soon enough, she was sure. Instead, elevated breathing and quiet moans were all she picked up.

Wait—what?
Quiet moans? James was right there, his body in hers, on hers, against hers. He was making sounds, sure, but not that quietly…

Fuck!
Twisting to look over at the chair where she’d left Logan, she saw that he was still touching himself, but much faster than he had been before. His hand, gripped tightly around his ruddy shaft, shuttled up and down at a steady speed as he watched the scene playing out before him.

Their gazes met, and he flashed her a decadent grin that, had she not already been in the middle of a glorious shag, would have made her wet and weak-kneed. Smiling back, she continued to watch him pleasure himself as James treated her to a slow, smoldering screw.

Logan broke eye contact and raked his gaze over her and James, apparently enjoying the sight of them together. He increased the pace at which he fisted his dick, and bit his bottom lip. Closing his eyes, he let his head loll back on his shoulders as he wanked. The sight was so enticing, so utterly sexy that overwhelming need filled Fiona’s every inch. She
needed
to come, but James, who apparently wasn’t quite so submissive when it came to Fiona, was intent on teasing her, on drawing out the experience.

But the teasing wasn’t enough. She needed to come—and soon. Turning back to the bed, her gaze alighted once more on the toys. Grasping the bullet vibrator, she pushed the button at its base, switching it on, and inserted it between her legs, seeking the swollen, slippery bud that so eagerly awaited her touch.

The motion of their bodies and the slickness of her pussy meant it took a couple of attempts to press the buzzing toy to the right place and keep it there. But once she did…
Wow
. She had no idea whether the thing had more settings, more power, but it was already stimulating her clit to perfection, sending her rocketing toward her much-needed climax.

“James,” she gasped, holding tightly onto the bedclothes with her left hand as her right kept the tiny vibe pressed against her tingling bud. “Please…”

Without responding, James moved one hand from her hip and used it to grab her hair. Winding it around his fist, he tugged her head back, exposing her throat. Still fucking her at that maddeningly sedate pace, he moved his lips right next to her ear, and said, “Better hold on tight, gorgeous, if you want more.”

“Yes,” she forced out, prickles of pain dancing across her scalp as he pulled her hair. “Yes, please.”

With that, he straightened and, using her hair and hip for leverage, upped his pace. His lean, powerful hips pistoned faster and faster, his delicious cock filling her over and over, making her scream and screech and yell as bliss rushed through her. The increase in speed and ferocity made it nigh on impossible for her to keep using the bullet on her clit—its shiny surface, now slick with her juices, difficult to hold, and her vulva was so wet and swollen that accuracy just wasn’t happening.

With a growl of frustration, she tossed the still-buzzing toy onto the bedspread and moved to replace it with her hand. James beat her to it. Grabbing her wrist, he shifted her hand away and used his own instead, his long fingers moving confidently between her pouting lower lips and finding her clit.

Fisting the sheets, Fiona held on tightly as James used his cock and fingers in tandem to drive her ever closer to climax. Christ, but she needed it. Every part of her strained toward it, silently begged for it. Even fairly certain that it wouldn’t be her only orgasm of the evening didn’t make her want it any less or increase her patience. She’d been tormented and stimulated for so long that she could barely think of anything else.

Fortunately, it seemed that James was willing to give her what she wanted. Either that, or he was ready, too. Rubbing her clit, he pounded into her hard and fast, panting and grunting. Fiona used the leverage of her hands on the bed to shove herself back against him, urging him deeper, and harder and faster still, her head forced back by the hand still gripping her hair.

In a sudden change of pace, James began jerking shallowly in and out of her, fast and furious. Then, pinching her clit hard, he sent her plummeting over the edge, following immediately afterward.

Torrents of sensation slammed through every fiber of Fiona’s being, and only the increasing soreness of her throat told her she’d been calling out. What she’d said, or screeched, she had no idea, and she didn’t really care. All she cared about was the blissful sensation of orgasm, the amazing buzz that raced through her nerve endings.

James bucked and jerked away behind her, still riding out his own climax, it seemed. Soon, he collapsed over her back with a loud exhalation of her name, his damp skin hot against the exposed areas of hers, and the scent of fresh sweat permeating her nostrils.