Nicole Edwards - Entrusted

“Are you ready for me to strap you in?”

Eyeing the swing, she tried to figure out just how it functioned. Wow. That was one seriously strange looking contraption. From what she could tell, there was a padded strap for her to sit on, one that would support her lower back and then one for her neck.

Interesting.

There were also what appeared to be ankle and wrist restraints attached, and though Sam couldn’t quite picture exactly how that would work, her body heated nicely at the thought of being completely restrained for Logan.

“I’m ready.”

“Turn around,” Logan whispered, his hands on her waist.

Sam turned to face him and then Logan took care of the rest. The next thing she knew, she was resting somewhat comfortably – although entirely naked – in the swing.

“Damn,” Logan mumbled beneath his breath. “You look so much better than I even imagined. And trust me; I’ve been hot and bothered just from my imagination. You. Here. So much better. Fuck.”

Sam watched longingly as Logan unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, freeing his thick, heavy cock. With unabashed interest, she continued to admire him while he stroked himself slowly, his gaze raking over her from head to foot, lingering at a few places in between.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, her eyes darting up to meet his. Nothing like taunting Logan when he looked at her with so much fire in his eyes.

She loved watching him lose control and clearly, this was one of those times when he was going to do just that.

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“Not a damn thing,” Logan said, answering his sassy wife’s question.

He honestly wasn’t waiting for anything, unless holding himself in check was a valid reason for him to be stalling.

Logan was doing his best to control himself, but seeing his wife spread out in that swing, all of the images going through his mind of what it would be like to fuck her while she was suspended in mid-air… Yeah, well, needless to say, he wasn’t going to last forever.

His cock was throbbing, his balls aching, and he was ready to feel the silky wet depths of her pussy wrapped around him. Hell, he’d been ready since the moment she stepped out of their bedroom wearing that sexy black dress that he knew she loved.

Moving forward, because frankly he couldn’t take it anymore, Logan made a couple of minor adjustments to the swing, using the levers to hoist Sam up to the right height for him to slide right into her.

Ahh, God. The thought of his cock tunneling into her, her pussy milking him, pulling him in deep while he pounded away at her…

“Fuck, baby,” he growled. “Stroke my cock,” he told her gruffly as he stepped around to the side, feeling his control slipping a little more with each passing second. “Slow and easy.”

If she did anything else, he might just go off in her hand.

While Sam teased him with her soft, smooth fingers along his shaft, Logan took the time to restrain her legs, lifting them up and open so that she wouldn’t have to do any of the work. When he was finished, she was relaxing back on the narrow straps, her legs forming a wide “V,” leaving her open and waiting for him.

Taking over stroking – which didn’t feel nearly as good as when she did it – Logan made his way between her thighs once more.

Unable to resist, Logan dropped to one knee between Sam’s creamy thighs and drove his tongue deep into her warm, wet heat.

“Oh, shit,” she moaned and he felt the swing rock as she reached for his head, firmly latching onto his hair.

Gripping the straps to keep her in place, Logan teased her with his mouth, alternating between fucking her with his tongue and tormenting her clit. When Sam was begging and pleading, attempting to thrust against his mouth, Logan stood, and without pause, drove his cock inside her.

“Logan!” Sam moaned passionately, her head falling back.

Logan held his breath as the vicelike grip of her cunt hugged his cock, clamping down rigorously as he thrust deeper until he was fully seated inside of her.

“So, fucking sexy,” he told Sam, smiling down at her while he held tight to the nylon straps suspending her from the ceiling. “I’m going to get one of these for the house.”

Sam smiled up at him, her hips undulating as though she might actually be able to control the swing. Logan held firm, not allowing her to move.

“You feel so good,” he told her.

“Not as good as you,” she moaned again. “Please, Logan! Fuck me!”

“My pleasure, baby.”

With slow, rhythmic movements, Logan put the swing in motion. As he pushed gradually on the straps, his cock pulled out of her until only the head was inside. And when he pulled her back toward him, using the momentum of the swing, he thrust his hips forward, driving himself into her.

He wasn’t sure how he managed to keep his legs from going out from beneath him, but long minutes passed as he continued to maintain a steady pace, unwilling to go too fast because she felt so fucking good.

Logan was just about to increase the tempo when Sam’s attention moved toward the door. Without looking behind him, Logan felt the presence of another person. When Sam’s eyes darted up toward him and then back to the person, Logan knew exactly who was there. Even if Sam didn’t know who he was.

Natural possessive instincts kicked in, putting Logan on alert. He was all for Elijah Penn watching them, it was part of Logan’s overall plan for the evening; however, because this was their first interaction, he wouldn’t allow Elijah to get too close.

Wanting to pull Sam’s attention back to him, Logan began to increase his tempo, driving into her as he jerked the swing back at him, lodging him deep. “So tight, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes locked with his once more.

Logan could see the interest, the obvious arousal from the added audience, but he refused to let his attention stray. At least for now.

“Do you want it fast and hard? Or slow and easy?” he asked Sam, knowing he was going to be pushing his luck if she went with the latter.

“Slow. And deep. God, it feels so good.”

Sam’s breaths were labored as he continued to thrust into her, fighting to maintain a steady pace, but as more time passed, as his balls drew up to his body, Logan knew it was only a matter of time before he was going to lose it.

Sam’s eyes diverted once more and that’s when Logan noticed Elijah moving into his peripheral vision. As he had been the last time Logan had seen him, Elijah was nicely dressed, his black slacks and jacket contrasted with the white shirt he wore. The man looked like he’d just stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine as far as Logan was concerned – but, oddly enough, he also didn’t look like the type of guy who would walk in on them like this.

No, Elijah looked like the type of guy who would be at the helm of a situation such as this, commanding the interaction, pulling the strings per se.

Just because he looked like a man who wanted to be in control, didn’t necessarily mean that he was. Logan already knew what Elijah was looking for.

Another part of the plan.

“Your wife is very beautiful,” Elijah said with only a brief hint of an accent.

Logan didn’t respond. At least not to Elijah’s statement.

“What do you want me to do, Sam?” Logan asked, focusing his full attention on his wife. This was exactly how Logan had intended tonight to go.

Logan knew Sam. He knew that she was mollifying him with her agreement to try out BDSM. Although Xander might’ve thought this would deter Sam from wanting a threesome, Logan had known better. And the way she was watching Elijah confirmed his suspicions. This was what she wanted.

As far as he was concerned, the swing was indeed the type of bondage he could get on board with, so he wasn’t opposed to experimenting from time to time. But he had also come to the conclusion that the type of interaction he’d seen between Xander and Mercedes just wasn’t for him. He could bring himself to spank Sam on occasion – with his hand – but anything else was out of the question. It just didn’t do it for him. Granted, he might find a few other BDSM related activities they could try, but he wasn’t sure it was even necessary.

Logan had the feeling Sam was still more interested in a threesome. He knew he definitely was.

“Fuck me,” she said on a breathless moan, her eyes transfixed on their visitor. “Fuck me hard, Logan.”

“You like being watched?” Elijah asked, and Logan noticed Sam’s eyes flare with what was unquestionably heat. His wife did like an audience. More importantly, she liked the concept of a threesome.

“Yes,” she responded, the single word punctuated by Logan’s thrust.

“Then I’ll watch,” Elijah confirmed, his hands in his pockets as he stood casually by.

Logan could no longer wait. Elijah’s presence, his eyes on Sam’s gloriously naked body, while she was being fucked, was more than he could stand.

“Look at me, Sam,” Logan ordered.

Her eyes moved to his quickly, a radiant smile breaking out on her face.

“Hard and fast.” It wasn’t a question, but he said the words anyway.

“Yes, please.”

“When you come, I want to hear my name on your lips,” he told her, his voice steady as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

It could’ve been a minute, it could’ve been ten, hell, Logan had no idea but when Sam screamed his name, her pussy gripping him like a velvet fist, Logan lost all control. He slammed into her once, twice, three more times before he came violently, his thighs trembling from the intensity.

Logan made quick work of cleaning himself up, tucking his spent cock back into his slacks and then tending to Sam gently. After helping her out of the swing, and assisting her back into her dress, Logan turned around to introduce Sam to…

No one.

Elijah was gone.

The next day…

Elijah Penn hit the end button on his cell phone and then clutched it in his hand as he slipped into his Acura RLX waiting patiently for him in the downtown Dallas parking garage of Virtual Impact, Inc.

He’d just finished a conference call with one of the sales managers in VI’s Singapore office and had managed to sneak out of the building before another fire could erupt. Considering it was early Tuesday morning across the globe, he knew if he were to stick around much longer, the likelihood of someone demanding his attention in the very near future grew exponentially.

Elijah dropped his phone into the cup holder and then started the car, buckling his seatbelt as he stared out into the darkness of the parking garage. Shit. As with most days that he left the office – when he was actually in the office – it was already dark outside and that did little to improve his mood.

He was feeling a little burned out and the sad thing was that it was only Monday. After a solid twelve hours in the office, he was finally leaving, the conference call tying up the last of the pressing issues he’d encountered upon his arrival that morning. The day had seemed never-ending.

It didn’t help that he’d spent most of the past weekend in their newly constructed offices in Florida, assisting their director of sales with getting things set up. While he’d been doing that, another weekend had come and gone.

Of course, working twenty-four/seven was his fault entirely. His life now revolved around work. And there was no one to blame but himself.

Rather than head home when his plane had returned him safely back to Texas yesterday afternoon, Elijah had made the mistake of going into the office. After spending several hours on the phone – on a Sunday – Elijah had finally had enough. His overdue bout with frustration had led him to Devotion and ultimately to meeting – although not officially – Samantha McCoy.

Fuck. The memory of what he’d seen last night jolted him, at once reviving his mood.

After the day he’d just had, part of him wanted to head home and call it a night. The other part of him was interested in something else entirely.

Then again, he wasn’t up to being alone at the moment.

Not tonight.

Rather than dwell on going home to a cold, lonely house, he opted to look on the bright side. It wasn’t an easy task for him, but he’d been attempting to do just that for the last few years.

The first positive: he should’ve been on another airplane, several hours into a twenty-hour flight, but luckily, the spur of the moment trip that would’ve taken him out of the country that morning had been cancelled at the last minute.