Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,32

thumb along the underside of her chin. Felicity practically whimpered. His cock was rock-hard, pressing against the inside of his leathers, but the Outlands were waiting for them. Kissing her hard and fast, Logan pulled away and moved his hand around to the back of her neck, resting just over her collar. “Let’s go explore, shall we?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her tongue flicked out, nervously licking her lower lip, but she didn’t seem distressed, so Logan interpreted it as nervous anticipation and not the anxiety spiral, she’d worked herself up to earlier.

Hand cupping the back of her neck, he guided her out of the changing room into the dungeon. It was like walking into another world, one which they’d once been familiar with but were now entering as strangers.

There was a crack of sound, a hand against flesh, then a cry of mixed pleasure and pain, and Logan felt like grinning. This might be a whole new club and dungeon, but some things never changed.

Feeling a little more confident, he looked around for a good scene to watch, then directed Felicity toward it.

Felicity

Being in the club was making her hot and achy with arousal and envy. She loved watching people and their reactions but watching always made her wish she was the one in the scene, feeling the lash of the whip or the pleasure of a toy.

This dungeon was one big room, which meant there were scenes happening everywhere she turned her head. Even among the spectators, there was action. People kissing, groping… one Domme was straddling her sub’s face, riding it while she watched the scene in front of her.

Every step Felicity took made her wetter as her pussy lips rubbed against her thighs, the slickness increasing as she moved. Everything in the dungeon was sex and sin. God had she missed this. Just being here fulfilled a craving she hadn’t even realized she had.

The silky material of her negligee slipped against her skin, Logan’s grip warm and firm on the back of her neck was enough to make her feel all melty, and she felt exquisitely sensitive all over as if her senses had been heightened in all the best ways possible.

She was so distracted by everything going on around them, it took her a moment to realize Logan finally brought them to a halt. Her gaze swiveled around to the scene he’d decided to watch.

The woman was restrained to an X-frame, her generous curves pressing into the wood, her upper back and ass bright pink from the dual floggers the Dom was swinging in a graceful figure eight. The Dom was bare from the waist up, a solid figure of a man with a bit of a paunch, the sprinkled salt and pepper hair on his chest matching that on his head and face. The kilt he was wearing was what clued her in, though, and she blinked, focusing on his face.

Gavin Craig, the owner and Dungeon Master in both senses of the word.

“Wow,” Logan murmured, watching closely as the strands of the floggers flew through the air. Dual floggers were something they hadn’t done, although Felicity knew Logan had always been interested in trying. Trying not to squirm too much, she watched as Gavin’s movements slowed, and the floggers came down. The hot pink of his submissive’s skin where he’d been flogging her made Felicity ache with equal parts sympathy and envy.

Ouch, but also, I wish that were me. Her brain was such an odd place sometimes.

Logan’s fingers trailed down her back from her neck, tracing over the thin material of her negligee until he could cup her ass. Felicity was pretty sure he was picturing her in the submissive’s place, just as she was. His fingers dug in, making her go up on her tiptoes, squirming in place as she fought for balance, so she didn’t tip over.

He shifted next to her, letting her lean against him while he groped her. Felicity’s pussy pulsed as they watched Gavin approach his sub from behind, running his hands over her upper back and ass. They were too far away to hear, but Felicity would have bet money the sub moaned. They could see her squirming against the frame, head falling back against Gavin’s shoulder as his hands slid between the frame and her body, touching her intimately.

Fuck that was hot, even if they couldn’t see everything he was doing to her. Felicity’s imagination was already going into overtime. To her surprise, several people were already drifting away from