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“I’m glad you enjoyed the show,” he said before bending closer. “I hope you enjoy the encore even more.”
Her face flushed at the innuendo as he kissed her cheek before straightening as they walked outside.
Benjamin smiled down at his own wife, before nodding. “Yes, it is always a delight to share such a magical evening with people you love,” he said, kissing his wife’s cheek as they waited for the limo. Garrett had both arms wrapped around Ariel as she stood and leaned back against him.
The evening continued, as they stopped to eat at a very popular restaurant. Elegantly dressed people who had stopped in after the theater dined next to patrons wearing simple jeans and T-shirts. It was fun to see the diversity. Elizabeth had eaten at Katz’s before and knew the huge portions they served. All three women decided to split a single sandwich knowing it would be enough.
Elizabeth smiled, thinking of the strawberries Logan had placed in her refrigerator. Of course, that thought had her remembering the can of whipping cream, and she flushed, looking up to see Logan’s eyes on her. His knowing grin almost made her moan. The anticipation that had been building from the moment of Logan’s arrival at her apartment was growing with every moment. Elizabeth feared it would soon ignite and consume her but trusted that Logan would be able to control the flames he was stoking hotter with every glance, every touch.
They pulled up to Benjamin’s home and all climbed out of the limo to say their good-byes. Ariel and Garrett had stopped there before the evening began, so that mother and daughter could spend an hour together while they dressed for the theater. They all hugged goodbye, promising to get together again. Elizabeth smiled, realizing that she had really had a wonderful time as she stood outside the limo, waving until the others disappeared inside the house.
When Logan slid his hand to her back, she shivered, all thoughts of anyone other than the two of them melting away. As they turned back to the car, her step faltered again. Logan had been the one to open and close the door before. However, this time, the driver was standing by the open door of the car. Every detail of that night at the restaurant bloomed into her mind followed by every intimate detail of her own fantasy.
Logan smiled as he watched her. He moved close and spoke quietly so only she could hear. “Though you’ve shared the fact that you’ve fantasized about that evening at the restaurant,schatzlein, I want you to know tonight is no dream.” Reaching out, he cupped her face in his palm.
She sighed and leaned into his touch, and when he dropped his hand and led her to the car, she had absolutely no trepidation about following.
Chapter Twenty-One
She turned and once more slid into the car. Logan followed and, this time, took a seat directly across from her. Elizabeth didn’t seem aware of the door closing or the driver returning to his own seat. When her eyes dropped from his to the floor as the car began to move, he understood that despite his earlier words, she’d been expecting to hear him direct her to her knees.
He had no wish to mimic any of the details she’d shared. His intention was to replace the fantasies of that night with the reality of creating her own memory—theirown memory.
“It’s time to see if someone was fibbing,” he said, cryptically.
It took a moment, but when she said, “I didn’t fib, Sir, so perhaps it’s you who feels a need to confess?” he knew she was truly with him and not the Limo Man in her dreams.
Logan leaned forward, his hands dropping to either side of her hips. “I suppose we shall need to see who committed the sin. I distinctly remember you said white,” he said softly. “I am still betting on red.”
She didn’t speak, obviously not yet understanding his words. He leaned closer and kissed her softly, the only part of him touching her were his lips. Slowly, he deepened the kiss, pressing his lips harder against hers, purposely driving her arousal higher until she moaned.
He broke away, keeping his eyes locked on hers. “Take off your panties,” he said.
Her eyes widened for a heartbeat as he sat back against his seat. He’d said the words softly yet made sure each one resonated with the undeniable sense of an order he fully expected to be obeyed.
She hesitated for a moment, a bloom of pink painting her cleavage before moving up to color her face as understanding finally dawned. A slight shudder ran through her as she slid her hands under her skirt.
Logan’s cock twitched as she lifted her hips off the seat to slip her panties off. When the first glimpse came into view, he tsked, returned his gaze to hers, and slowly arched his brow.
“Do you know what happens to naughty little girls who tell fibs?” he asked, his lips curved into a smile. She slowly nodded. His eyebrow quirked when she didn’t speak, and he shook his head. “Clarity, remember?”
“They-they get spanked, Sir,” she whispered. He nodded and again bent forward. He placed his hands over hers where they were frozen in removing her underwear. Replacing her hands with his own, he watched as she began to nibble on her bottom lip while he continued to draw her panties down her legs. She lifted each foot as he slipped her panties over each one.
He held them in his hand before sitting back once more. Her eyes danced between the tiny red lace thong she had worn under her dress and his face. Logan smiled as she shifted a bit on the leather seat as if attempting to come to terms with the fact that she was now totally bare underneath her dress.
He slid the scrap of lace into his pocket and then held out one hand. She took it and when he gave a gentle pull, she allowed him to pull her forward. He guided her across his lap, her torso lying against the seat on one side, allowing him to lift her legs to lie against the seat on the other.
She shuddered and lifted her head to look at him. She turned to look toward the front of the car before her eyes returned to his, a silent question formed in their depths.
Logan smiled and shook his head slowly, informing her there would be no divider rising to seal them in privacy. He didn’t speak, and simply waited for her to accept his dominance of the scene. She nodded her acceptance and lay her head down, her eyes toward the back of the seat. He ran his over her bottom, loving the sound of her soft gasp when he reached for the hem of her dress, slowly drawing it up.
Logan almost moaned, himself, as he bared her bottom. Her skin was pale and her bottom round and full. The lacy red garter belt around her waist, the thin straps ending in hooks that kept her silky stockings in place, served as an erotic frame to her round cheeks. He saw her briefly clench her buttocks and then slowly release the tension, each cheek softening and rounding.
He adjusted her dress onto her back. Holding it in place with one hand, he ran his other over the pale skin of her thighs just above the tops of her stockings, drawing a quiver and another soft moan from her. Logan slowly drew his fingers along her legs and up the gentle curve where her thighs met her buttocks. As he traced his finger along the crease, Elizabeth shuddered harder, obviously knowing just how sensitive that tiny area of her body was.
Logan moved his fingers higher, until his palm rested against the smooth, bare skin of her ass. Bending down, he whispered into her ear, “Beautiful,” before kissing her cheek. She flushed, and when he straightened, he was confident she was no longer thinking about the driver or anything else. All he wanted her to think about was being over his lap as his hand lifted in preparation.
It was the most erotic spanking she had ever received. Logan’s hand rubbed gently at a spot, lifted and came down sharply before immediately rubbing the sting away. He took his time, as if time didn’t exist. She had no idea how long it lasted; she just knew she never wanted it to end. By the time two-dozen swats had been applied, her hands were clasping and unclasping, as if desperate to hold onto something. Logan reached down and took one hand to bring it behind her. She almost cried out when he slowly linked their fingers, connecting them in an intimate way as he continued to spank her. Though her bottom was stinging, it was only adding fuel to the fire of her desire. When he slid a hand between her thighs and applied gentle pressure, she willingly opened herself to him. His hand traveled up her inner thigh until it was only an inch from her sex. She flushed, thinking how sopping wet she was, knowing her desire could never be denied.
