“Or we’ll skip the wand and—”
“The second one,” she blurted before he could finish.
Logan chuckled. “You don’t want to hear what we have in store for you?”
“Nope.” She shook her head to emphasize.
“Not even to know it involves a butt plug and nipple clamps?”
She gritted her teeth, and her ass clenched tightly at the thought of the plug, but she stuck firmly to her decision. Sam admittedly enjoyed anal sex, but she wasn’t all that keen on butt plugs. For one, they were hard, and two, Logan had been known to make her keep them in for longer than she cared to.
“Second option,” she repeated.
“Very well.”
Before she could turn her head to get a peek at the plug they would be using, a firm hand landed on the back of her head, keeping her from looking. A moment later, a blindfold was covering her eyes.
“Y’all are mean,” she groaned, relaxing on the table as warm hands began caressing her back.
All thought fled as four hands moved over her, massaging her skin with a coconut-scented oil. Sam allowed herself to drift on the euphoria that came with the steady, smooth movements that relaxed her muscles even as they made her pussy wet with anticipation.
She was aware of the bed rotating, but she thought nothing of it until Logan said, “No reason not to let others watch while I slip this into your pretty little hole.”
A chill snaked down her spine and made her nipples pebble. The thought of someone on the other side of that glass watching as Logan began fingering her ass, massaging the oil in to prepare her for the plug, brought her nerve endings to life.
“Relax, baby,” he said softly. “This is the big plug.”
Sam didn’t know if he was screwing with her or telling the truth, but she suspected it was the latter. Logan enjoyed pushing her limits, and this was an opportunity he wouldn’t pass up. After all, she’d chosen the plug over the violet wand, so it was only fair. At least in his mind.
Her moans grew louder, more insistent as he fucked her ass with two fingers, stretching her. With the blindfold on, she couldn’t see anything, and it made her imagination run wild. She briefly pictured a plug the size of a watermelon, which did nothing to help her relax.
“I don’t think she’s ready,” Logan said casually, as though carrying on a conversation about the weather.
She gasped when another finger sank inside her, then another.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Elijah said.
Sam realized they were both fingering her.
“Relax,” Elijah crooned. “You’ve taken more than this before.”
She focused on breathing while they teased her ruthlessly, fucking her ass, stretching her impossibly. It felt good, more so because she imagined how debauched it looked for anyone watching.
It wasn’t until she began to moan, rocking her hips to encourage more, that Logan said, “I think she’s ready.”
The fingers slipped out slowly, replaced a second later by the cold tip of the plug pressing against her anus. Her breaths became more labored as Logan—she assumed it was Logan—stretched her again with the toy.
“Relax that greedy little ass,” Logan growled roughly. “Take the plug like you take my cock, Sam.”
She shuddered as pleasure coursed through her, the plug inching in, filling her, stretching her. She took deep, even breaths as Logan pushed it all the way in until she felt as though she was splitting in two. Finally, the plug was situated, easing the stretch but making her feel full.
After Logan tugged on it twice, using the excuse he was getting it positioned better, she heard the water, figured they were cleaning up. When they returned, they resumed massaging her, teasing her flesh with wandering fingers as they stroked her clit, making her whimper as the pleasure intensified. If she was lucky, they’d forgotten about the nipple clamps.
“Did I forget to tell you that you can’t come, Sam?” Logan said with a chuckle, the fingers disappearing from her clit. “Option one was about you. Option two is for us to use you however we deem appropriate.”
Sam moaned, knowing she was in for it now. When Logan said the worduse, he meant exactly that. The massage was going to be a moot point by the time they were done.
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