“As you should,” Logan replies, winking at Max. “There’s no need for underwear when you’re with us. No need for any clothing, to be honest, unless I feel like ripping something off of you, sweetheart.”
Judging by the heat it gives off, my face has reached a concerning level of red. I’m still standing in front of the bed, unmoving, and Logan leans forward in his chair.
“Lillian.” The sigh that follows makes his dissatisfaction with my behavior more than obvious.
“A minute ago, you said you’re in. This includes showing me what I want to see without making a fuss. You’re not in the position to act bratty. Did I make myself clear?”
“Ahm…”
“Not anahm-question, Lillian. And I’m not open to negotiations either. Yes or no?”
My voice dies down in my throat before it can leave my mouth, and all I manage to do is nod.
“Words, sweetheart,” Logan says. “Use them or leave; it’s up to you.”
Max tugs at my hand, leaning closer to whisper in my ear.
“Yes, sir,” I force out through gritted teeth, hoping Max’s suggestion has the desired effect.
Logan groans, locking eyes with Max as he shifts his hips. “Looks like you were right about her, sunshine. Obedient and easy to teach.”
They're talking about me like I’m not even here, which should annoy me. People do this often, but with Max and Logan, it’s different. It makes heat build between my thighs while the little voice in my head tells me to be good for them. Only because I have nowhere else to go, of course.
“Undress her,” Logan tells Max, and I’m thankful I don’t have to do it myself—until the chilly air of the storage room hits my bare skin.
My self-consciousness crashes down upon me as I try to cover my breasts with one arm and hide as much of my stomach with the other, causing Logan to roll his eyes.
Max notices my discomfort immediately, and before Logan or I can say anything, he bolts out of the room. “I’ll be back in a second,” he yells, a door falling into the lock somewhere in the distance.
Logan somehow found a bullet casing to play with, or it’s his version of a fidget toy he brought in case he got bored.
“Nothing to be shy about, sweetheart. Your pathetic husband never told you how good you look? Only fucked you with the lights out?”
I don’t know what’s worse: his bluntness or the fact he hit the nail right on the head. When Brady and I first got together, things were a little more passionate between us than they had been recently, but when other girls talked about eye-rolling orgasms and not being able to walk for a while after, I thought that was just an urban legend.
Mindblowing sex is wedged somewhere between the Loch Ness monster and Bloody Mary, at least in my experience. Andover time, sleeping with Brady turned from an enjoyable encounter into nothing more than a duty to fulfill.
“You don’t have to answer me,” Logan laughs. “Your face is doing all the talking for you.”
I press my lips into a thin line and relief washes over me when Max comes back, out of breath, with a piece of black fabric in his hand.
“Can I?” he asks Logan.
“Ridiculous, but if it means I get to see her naked in the next two minutes, go on."
Max whispers words of encouragement while putting the blindfold over my eyes, extra quiet so Logan doesn’t hear him. Once it’s in place, he softly grabs my arms and pulls them away from my body.
I resist the urge to hide myself again and focus on the way Max’s hands feel on my body instead. He strokes over my breasts, down my stomach, and I bite my lip to keep myself from making a sound.
“Greedy boy,” Logan scolds. “Told you to undress her, not to touch her.”
Max grumbles in protest but stops caressing me nonetheless. Moments later, his breath hits my stomach as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my sweats. He pulls them down, and I can no longer fight the urge to move my hands in front of my body.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want to punish you today. But if you don’t stop this shit immediately, I’ll show you how creative I can get with shoelaces and a chair.”
“Not necessary,” I mumble while Max taps on my calf to signal me to step out of my pants.
His touch is the only thing keeping me grounded, so I’mnothaving a good time when Logan calls him over.
