Arianna Did you know that the club sells masks at the door if you don’t have one? I didn’t know
that either, but when I told Logan that I wanted to go back, he asked for the check then and
there and we were in the car within minutes. We got to the club, an d after a quick exchange
with the bouncer, Logan and I were slipping on our masks and walking down the familiar
hallway. His hand is resting on the small of my back, making sure I never move more than a pace
or two away from him. I smile up at him as he lo oks down at me with a smile of his own, his
hold on my back moving to my hip. I sink into his touch as we st ep out of the hallway and into
the main room. God. It feels like it’s been a lifetime ago since I’ve been here, not a few weeks.
Everything has chan ged since I last st epped foot in here, absolutely everything. I never would
have imagined the thing that would change the trajectory of my life would be going to a sex
club. My eyes roam around the room, taking in the people, the atmosphere. I swear it cha nges
every night. Two men are making out on the couch to our left, while two women and a man are
tangled up in a messy three - way makeout on the other. A man in his late fifties crawls by us on
his hands and knees, a collar around his neck as a woman half h is age walks him around the
room, and it’s just any other night for this place. There is no judgement, no stigmas. When you
st ep through those doors, all prior notions of right and wrong fly out the window, and your
desires are the only things that remain. “Do you need a drink, Sparrow?” Logan asks, pulling me
a little closer to him as he does.
I smile up at him, shaking my head. “No, I want to remember everything vividly.” His other hand
lifts to cup my cheek as he beams at me like that was the right answer. Wordlessly, he begins
walking towards the stairs and I follow him happily. I don’t ask w here we’re going, mainly
because I don’t care. We could use and experiment in every single room of this place and I
would still never have enough of Logan. He leads us down a hallway before stopping at a door.
There is a green light beside it, which I assu me means no one is inside. Logan pushes the door
open, revealing a voyeur room nearly identical to the one we used our first night together, but
the layout is flipped. Same furniture, same set up, same gorgeous people sitting in the viewing
area, waiting f or someone to entertain them. “You know, for someone who is awfully possessive
of me, you sure don’t seem to mind sharing me,” I tease as I face the crowd. Logan comes up
behind me, his hand wrapping around my throat possessively as he cranks my head back to face
him. “I enjoy showing you off, there is a difference.” I attempt to shrug, loving the simmering
fire in his eyes right now. “Strangers are watching me spread myself open for you and you love
it.” A feral growl es capes him as he smashes his lips aga inst mine. The kiss is so intense it nearly
takes my breath away. When he pulls away, his feral snarl sends my pulse racing. “Fuck yes, I do.
I love showing others what I have, how precious my woman is. What a lucky fucking bastard I
am.” It’s weird that m y heart flips at that, right? That shouldn’t be sweet or romantic. Somehow,
it’s both, though. “What’s that safe word of yours, Sparrow?” he asks. “Banana,” I say breathily,
his hold on my throat flexing. “Get yourself ready. On your back, legs open to them,” he says as
he moves over to the tools on the wall. Anxiety swirls inside me as I make eye contact with a
few voyeurs before lying down on the bed. My black dress bunches up easily, doing most of the
work for me as I slowly begin parting my legs. I watch as each person’s eyes darken with lust
when Logan comes to stand beside me. He
grabs the hem of the dress, pulling it up and over my knees before pushing my legs further
apart. His hand slips down between my thighs, speaking to the crowd as he does. “Isn’t she the
most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” Several heads nod in response before Logan dips a
finger inside me. I gasp at the intrusion and Logan groans. “So fucking responsive for me. Always
wet, Sparrow.” “Have you seen yourself? How could I not?” I tease. Logan continues pumping a
finger in and out of me before he pulls out c ompletely. I whimper in protest as he gently pats
my pussy. “Hands and knees.” No further instruction is needed, and not an ounce of protest or
hesitation comes from me. Quickly, I do as he says, arching my back as Logan quickly undresses
himself. My dress is still bunched up around my hips, but something tells me he likes that. It’s
like we’re just here for a quick dirty fuck. No time or planning put into it. Just a carnal need that
needs to be satiated right here and now. I feel Logan bury his face into m y pussy, forcing a moan
to es cape me. His tongue flicks against me before dragging all the way through me, pausing on
my ass. I squirm at the touch and his hand smacks the side of my ass. “No moving. Stay still,
Sparrow.” His tongue begins circling my assh ole, and I can’t help but wiggle softly. Logan pauses
for a moment before grabbing something off the side table. A sharp yet solid smack comes out
of nowhere, temporarily stealing my vision as my mouth opens on a gasp. Whipping my head
around, I see Logan holding a leather paddle in his hand. He pulls his han d back, smacking it
against me once more. “I said, no moving.” Normally, I always obey, never push the boundaries.
Something in me is feeling a little too daring tonight, though. So, the next time he begins eating
my ass, I grind myself against him, earnin g myself another smack while he continues licking me.
It’s probably fucked up that I enjoy this pain the way I do. I can’t explain it, and I don’t really
care to. All I know is that my pussy is fucking dripping right now.
“Be my good girl, and I’ll ke ep using this on you. Clearly, punishment isn’t the way to go with my
dirty girl.” I still at his words before he bends down once again, running his tongue through me
from front to back, testing me. I don’t move a muscle as bad ly as I want to, and he praises me
happily while massaging my ass cheek. “There you go. Just like that. You’re doing beautifully,
Sparrow.” I melt at his words before he pulls away, rubbing the head of his cock against my
pussy. It’s enough to have me panti ng, but he doesn’t apply enough pressure to actually slip
inside me. I’m not able to help myself, I press myself against him, attempting to push him in,
when another sharp slap from the paddle comes on the opposite cheek this time. My back
bows and a cry falls from my lips that quickly turns to a moan. “We will be at this all night,
Sparrow. Do not move and do not speak until I allow it. Patience is a beautiful thing, and I think
it’s time you learned that.” Pulling away from me completely, I swallow the w himper that
attempts to es cape me as he begins touching my back, his fingertips just barely grazing against
my skin. It sends goosebumps skating across my body before a gentle kiss is pressed to my
upper thigh. He goes about this for what feels like hours. Soft, barely there touches and kisses
ghost over my skin until he drags his cock up my inner thigh before pushing forward. He doesn’t
push inside me, but instead rests his cock against my pussy lips. I
feel his hand lift, winding up into my hair as the other takes hold of my hip. Slowly, he begins
fucking me like this. I’d call it dry humping, but my pussy is leaking all over his cock, more than
ready for him. Logan tugs on my hair once, forcing my head back to meet his eyes. “If this is all
I’ll ever give you, you’ll say thank you. Do you understand? Speak.” “Yes, Sir,” I pant. “What do
you say?” he asks as he continues thrusting himself against me. “Thank you, Sir.” “That’s my
good little Sparrow,” he s ays before he pulls back more on the last thrust and pushes inside me
with a snap of his hips. My vision spots, and I feel my mouth drop open in pleasure. I look to the
voyeur window to see three men stroking themselves while one man eats a woman’s pussy a s
she watches. It’s such a powerful feeling to know
that Logan and I together are enough to make half a dozen people hot. They have to touch
themselves or their partner because we put on such a beautiful show. “Fuck,” Logan groans.
“You’re fucking soaked for me. Do you like it when I use the paddle on you?” I nod my head
desperately as a moan works its way out of me. “Yes, Sir!” He bends himself over my body,
rumbling into my ear as he chuckles. “Maybe we need some new toys for the house.” My head
turns to look up at him as I excitedly whimper. He smirks at that, deliverin g me a sharp slap on
the ass with his hand as he continues. It makes my pussy clench, so he does it again and again
before I’m falling apart. I moan and squirm and wiggle against his cock before collapsing into a
messy heap on the bed. Logan runs a soothin g hand up and down my back before pulling out of
me and flipping me around. I land on my back against the bed before he pushes my legs up and
over his shoulders as he slides into me. I squirm at the feeling, my pussy feeling extremely
sensitive as he begin s fucking me slowly. I’m not sure we’ve ever fucked slowly before. It’s
usually a rushed, lust filled, in the moment kind of thing. This, though? This feels different.
“What are you doing?” “Taking my time with you. Why, do you have somewhere to be?” he
te ases. I smile and shake my head as I look up to see the room still filled with people, watching
us intently. “What about them? Aren’t we supposed to be putting on a show for them?” “They
aren’t here for a show. They are here to witness anything that happen s between us in this room.
They just watched me fuck you, now they are going to watch me make love to you.” My heart
swells as his thrusts push in and out, slow and steady, his mouth running up and down my neck
before moving across my face. Every touch, ev ery movement from him is drowning with love.
His de ep brown eyes never leave my own. Soon, everything seems to fade away, like we are in
our own world together. There is no club, no voyeurs, no outward worries
or responsibilities. There is just Logan and I together, and right now, it feels like all I’ll ever need.
I feel Logan’s hand come to my pussy, his thumb rubbing slow circles against my clit. I gasp at
the feeling, and he swallows the sound by covering my mouth with his. Our tongues tangle
together, something about this hypnotic combination sending me tumbling over the edge,
again. This orgasm isn’t as intense, but no less potent. It feels as natural and as easy as
breathing. I feel my legs quiver, my pussy pulse, and a wave of euphoria wash over me from my
head to my toes. I whimper against Logan, and I feel the moment that he finds the same
pleasure. His de ep groan practically rattles his chest as his cock swells inside of me, pushing his
cum further and f urther until both of our bodies still. When we pull apart, he smiles down at
me, a heart - clenching, swoon - worthy smile. His hand lifts up to brush some hair out of my face
so gently, I can barely feel his touch. “I’m so in love with you, Sparrow.” My hear t thrums at that.
“I love you too.”