Page 35 of One Night Seduction (ONS #1)

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, and 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 looks 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 step 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 changed since I last stepped 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 changes 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 his age walks him around the room, and it’s just any other night for this place.

There is no judgement, no stigmas. When you step 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 where 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 assume 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 for 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 escapes him as he smashes his lips against 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 my 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 completely. 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 my pussy, forcing a moan to escape 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 asshole, 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 hand 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, earning 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 keep 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 badly 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 panting, 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 whimper that attempts to escape 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 says 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 as 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, delivering 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 soothing 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 begins 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 teases.

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 happens 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, every movement from him is drowning with love.

His deep 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 deep groan practically rattles his chest as his cock swells inside of me, pushing his cum further and further 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 heart thrums at that. “I love you too.”