Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,43

exchanging a look with Felicity, who nodded.

Once they ordered, he’d be playing with the remote again.

Felicity

She was going to murder her husband.

He teased me with a remote-controlled vibrator but wouldn’t let me actually orgasm for an entire meal, was a valid defense, right? She could hear the Cell Block Tango, flitting through the back of her head.

He had it coming.

Oh, boy, did he.

On the other hand, if he’d just let her cum, she’d be willing to lend him some leniency.

At least he let her eat her dessert in peace, but the cab ride back to their hotel was pure torture. The second they got in the room, she was ripping these hell-panties off. Whoever thought up a vibrator that could be controlled by someone other than the wearer was clearly a demon.

With his arm wrapped around her shoulders, Logan didn’t even flinch when she dug her nails into his thigh through his pants. She had no idea what the cab driver thought about how she had her head tucked into Logan’s chest and her occasional panting breaths, but she was way too far gone to care.

“We’re here. Come on, sweetie, I’ll help you,” her husband said solicitously as though she’d had too much to drink.

Murdering him was sounding better and better.

“I’m going to kill you,” she muttered in warning. He chuckled, completely confident in his continued existence.

Sometimes it sucked being the submissive.

“You can have all the orgasms you want, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear, sending tingles down her back. “As soon as we’re in the Outlands, and my cock is in your ass.” The vibrator came to life again, making her stumble as her body flashed hot, her pussy clenching.

The rat bastard.

Death was too good for him.

He turned off the vibrator, and they made it the rest of the way to the room without incident.

“I’m taking everything off,” she said defiantly, the second the door closed behind them, yanking up her skirt and waving at her panties.

“Alright.” He patted her bottom, walking past her.

Suspicious, she gave his back a narrow-eyed look, but he ignored her, going to the closet to get his leathers. Fine then.

Deciding to skip the hair and makeup change, Felicity quickly pulled off her dress, then the panties. She felt like cheering. They were soaked with her juices, and her clit still felt like it was buzzing and humming, but at least they were off.

You can have all the orgasms you want. As soon as we’re in the Outlands, and my cock is in your ass.

Her body clenched. Yeah, she’d known the plug last night hadn’t been for funsies. Logan had likely been planning this from the start.

Did that make her hotter or madder?

Little bit of Column A… little bit of Column B…

Logan

If looks could kill…

His poor little subbie was all wound up and on edge, exactly where Logan wanted her, so he ignored the death glares.

He hadn’t been kidding. Once he was up her ass, he was going to make sure she had all the orgasms she wanted—more than she wanted. Damn, he was looking forward to it. After deciding what he was going to do tonight, he’d called ahead to reserve a station and make sure they had everything else he needed.

Although there was one special little toy, he was bringing with him from home, and he couldn’t wait to surprise Felicity with it.

“Ready?” he asked her, stalking up to her.

Her hair was still up in the simple ponytail she’d had it in all day, although she’d smoothed down the flyaways. Her skin was pale and creamy above the black corset, her breasts plumped up like a shelf, waist nipped in, creating a perfect hourglass shape. Even though she’d grumbled about it being harder than ever to breathe wearing the thing, he’d noticed she kept surreptitiously checking herself out in the mirror, seemingly pleased with what she saw. Logan kept checking her out, too. He couldn’t wait to peel her out of the corset and tight skirt.

Felicity nodded shortly, rather than answering him, and Logan’s eyebrows went up. He knew she was achy and sexually frustrated after all the teasing, but that was no excuse for being disrespectful.

Grabbing her by the waist, the corset stiff under his fingers, Logan spun her around to face the wall. Her hands came up automatically, bracing herself, and he took the opportunity to lay down several hard swats on her ass that had her yelping and dancing. It shouldn’t be enough noise to alarm the neighbors in the