Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,35

of her insecurities from earlier were starting to rear their ugly heads…

Taking a deep breath, she sighed with relief when Logan came back into her line of sight, bag in his hand. His gaze traveled over her body, and he smiled in approval when he saw her feet still firmly planted apart.

“Good girl,” he said, coming up to her and wrapping his hand around the back of her neck to pull her in for a quick kiss. Felicity’s pussy fluttered. Setting the kit down, he reached for the hem of her negligee and began to tug it upwards. Gulping down her protest, Felicity closed her eyes as he pulled it off of her, leaving her completely naked.

There were no gasps of shock or cries of disgust. All she heard was an appreciative murmur.

She opened her eyes again.

The people who had started to gather to see what she was waiting for were still there, most of them looking at her, although several were watching Logan as he bent to grab something out of his kit. They weren’t looking at her face though, they were looking at her body… and enjoying it.

Some of the tension inside of her relaxed—which wasn’t entirely a good thing.

Without her insecurities and apprehension to focus on, the only emotion she was left with was desire. There was no longer anything to distract her from how really fucking horny she was.

And when Logan straightened, little silver clamps in his hands, Felicity groaned. Things were about to get worse.

“Hands behind your head,” her husband ordered, his eyes dropping to her breasts. They might not be as perky as they once had been, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. Her nipples were already hard, standing out pink and eager for the punishment coming their way. They were almost itchy, aching to be touched.

Felicity wove her fingers together behind her head, the position thrusting her breasts out toward him. It also meant her stomach was completely exposed, and she instinctively sucked in, but Logan wasn’t looking there.

“So pretty,” Logan murmured, hefting one globe with his hand before squeezing it hard enough to make her squeak. The pain throbbed through her in counterpoint to the pulsing in her pussy.

“I do like decorating pretty things,” he said evilly, closing his fingers around her nipple and pinching it. Felicity panted as he pinched hard enough to sting, her nipple swelling against his grip. “Do you want some decoration, beautiful?”

“Yes, Sir.” While his pinch felt really good, it wasn’t quite enough, especially since he was going to have to let go at some point.

Logan hadn’t bothered to adjust the clamp, which meant it was on its tightest setting when he closed it around her nipple. At one point, that setting had been perfect—a bit of a bite when first applied, then just steady pressure, gripping the tiny bud—but that had been a long time ago, and her nipples weren’t used to being clamped.

She cried out, going up on her tiptoes, fingers tightening on the back of her head to keep from trying to snatch the clamp off of her. Logan held onto her breast, helping to steady her, watching her face as the tears sparked in her eyes, but he didn’t remove it the way she almost expected him to. Instead, he waited her out, watching her intently as the initial pain slowly subsided, leaving her hot and throbbing, and masochistically waiting for him to balance her out with the other clamp.

Logan

Either the clamps had more of a bite than he’d remembered, or Felicity just wasn’t as used to them anymore.

He guessed the latter as her breathing slowly evened, and she blinked away the tears that had sprung to her wide eyes. Her pink nipple was gripped tightly by the clamp’s black rubber prongs, already darkening as the blood pooled. So pretty. Logan hadn’t been joking when he said he liked decorating her breasts. Knowing he was making her nipples even more sensitive was an added bonus.

When he put the second one on, she gasped, but her reaction wasn’t quite as pronounced now that she knew what to expect. His cock was already beginning to stir again, despite the recent blow job, something he hadn’t expected. Not at his age.

Then again, he hadn’t had an opportunity like this in a very long time.

“Good girl,” he said, tugging at the second clamp. Felicity quietly keened, thrusting her breasts even farther forward at the sensation. Her nipples were a nice dark pink, the pretty color