Page 21 of Twisted Love

“Nah, not my scene at all. Although, having you tied to a bed for a while does sound like fun. But without all the whips and chains.” He winked as he leaned closer to her with that rakish smile that made her willing to do anything he pleased.

“Then I’m not interested in going up there, Logan.” She leaned into him, her eyes pleading for a touch, a kiss.

He obliged and gave her both. His tongue found hers quickly while his hands cupped her breasts, and it wasn’t long before she wanted to climb over his lap to kiss him deeper. So that’s what she did.

Logan broke away, his dark brown eyes surprised but not unpleased. “You sure you want to do this here?”

“That depends on you, Logan. Do you want to do this here?” She made sure the dare she’d given him earlier was back in her eyes. It might be a dangerous game, but where else should such a game be played?

He’d brought her here for a reason, she wasn’t about to back down now and play the scared little innocent who didn’t want to have a good time. She wanted to experience everything he wanted to show her, and maybe a little more if she dared to be greedy. She’d lived the life she was supposed to up until the point when she got divorced. Now, it was time for her to have a little fun. Who better to have that fun with than Logan?

Keily glanced around, saw some people behind them coming to rest on a couch. Next to them, in a room decorated entirely in pink, were two women, no men at all, watching her, waiting for…what?

Keily narrowed her eyes at them, saw the one with black hair and brown eyes wink at her, and smiled back. That wink told her it was alright to have a little fun, to enjoy the moment, to take part in something many people would never be brave enough to try.

She caught sight of the couple on the couch again, a strong, handsome man and a petite woman, getting to her knees and unzipping the man’s pants. Was she about to get a show of her own? Keily watched, waited, as the woman revealed the man’s length and took it in her fist. Keily was impressed, but it wasn’t as impressive as Logan’s. She looked up at the man, caught his eyes, and felt her entire body come to life. This man would watch her, his gaze promised, if only she’d stop fucking around and get to it.

The woman’s head turned to stare back at Keily, a smile on her face that promised so much more, if Keily continued to watch. The woman must be dressed as a flapper from the 1920s if that black headband and long black ostrich feather meant anything. She wore nothing but black stockings, a garter belt, and a bra that was little more than black strips of cloth sewn to frame the outer edge of her breasts while leaving the flesh out in the open. A rather sexy ensemble on a woman with deeply tanned skin and sky-blue eyes. Keily watched the feather as the woman ducked her head down to taste the man she held in her hands. Only a taste.

The man, the near double of an English actor that had starred in a series about street gangs from the 1920s that Keily loved and another one about subjects that were quite forbidden, stared over at Keily, his gaze steely, but full of the same kind of daring as the woman’s. The same as Logan’s eyes had held. He wanted her to participate, he wanted her to be brave, and the slight smile that tilted up the corners of his lips told her he knew she was about to give in. When he opened his mouth in a gasp of pleasure, Keily nearly lost it. There was sensuality in that gasp, uncontrolled pleasure that enticed her to join him in the land of the forbidden.

But did she really dare?

She’d dared a lot of things with Logan so far, to the point that she might be in a lot of trouble, at least emotionally. Would this be a step too far? Would she be able to walk away from this and be the same person?

The man didn’t move at all, even when the woman’s head began to move on him. When she saw the slick traces of the woman’s attentions on the hard length of the man’s cock, Keily involuntarily licked her lips. They were all waiting for her to decide what her fate would be. Boring old sex in a pool or something a little more daring.

For a moment, Keily could have sworn the fingers on the man’s right hand twitched. Beckoning her over to him? Or to the dark side of life?

She didn’t know, but she wanted to find out. She was more positive about that than she’d been about anything else in her life. She wanted whatever this night brought her, whatever Logan gave her, and she wanted it all.

“Well?” She asked, her eyes back on his face, her eyebrow up again. Maybe she could dare him into making the decision for her. What would be the fun in just capitulating, after all?

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Logan

“Such a tease.” He muttered as he slid his hands up the back of her smooth thighs to cover her silk-covered ass. He gripped at her flesh tightly, cupping her into his erection, so she could feel just how willing he was to have her right there, in front of anyone that might be watching. “Are you sure you dare?”

“I don’t back down from dares, Logan, you should know that by now.” She answered pertly, her left eyebrow arched in challenge. “And bringing me here? Showing me around? That was about as big a dare as you could throw down.”

Fuck, she nearly undid him every single time she looked at him like that, and she was always, always, looking at him like that.

“But are you sure? There are people strolling around now, watching, waiting to see how brave you are. Are you brave enough, Keily? Can you let these strange men see your breasts, for example?” He cupped her breasts through her dress, rolled them in his palms, but she didn’t look away. “Can you bare them for the other women to see?”

“Is that what you want? To have all these people watching me while you fuck me?” She paused, her lip caught between her teeth for a moment. “Or do you want them to watch you, Logan?”

Logan glanced around, caught the eyes of a redheaded woman with a tantalizing amount of cleavage pressed into an emerald green corset. She leaned against a wall, alone, her right index finger in her cleavage. Logan gave her a brief, almost imperceptible wink before he gave Keily his full attention once again. Let the woman watch, if that’s what got her off. “Oh, it’s not about me at all, Keily. This is your experience. I brought you here for you to have fun. I’m just in the crossfire of whatever you decide. The question remains, though. Are you willing to let these people see your naked body, even your most intimate places, as you fuck me? Because, by the look of it, they will be watching you, Keily.”

“Oh, I think you know the answer to that, honey,” Keily whispered and pushed her breasts into his face with a subtle breath.

“Don’t think you’re going to make me make this decision, sweetheart. It’s all up to you. You say yes, we fuck right here on this couch, with an audience. You say no, we go back to the house and I fuck you in the pool. Either way, I’m fucking you tonight. The choice of where is yours.”

His fingers gripped her ass tighter when she began to kiss him like she was trying to consume his face. He didn’t protest, he just matched the pace of her tongue and rocked up into her heat. When she moaned with delight, he responded with a groan that made her whimper. If he wasn’t kissing her, he’d have grinned. She was trying so hard not to answer, to make him make the decision, but that wasn’t how this worked. Not right now, anyway.

He distracted himself while she ground down on him, needing desperately to calm his libido down. His thoughts turned to the other men in the room. They would all see that it was him, Logan, who had the once-high school cheerleader sitting on his lap, riding the ridge of his cock. Him that had her all but begging him to fuck her. He’d been the kid nobody paid attention to, the bookworm too busy studying for parties and shit like that. He’d had a crush here and there, but nothing he acted on. And there’d been the bullying he tried his best to avoid.

None of those assholes would believe where he was now, or who he had in his lap. None of them would know what it was like to have the full-grown taste of Keily as a wanton needing to be fucked, not like he did. They could watch, they could see it, they might even be able to hear and smell her desire, but they’d never know what it was like to feel her, not until he was done with her. And even then, he doubted any man would fuck her the way he did. He knew exactly how she wanted it, when she wanted it, and what buttons to push, because he’d paid attention, learned, and waited for her to teach him.