Club Destiny 1 Conviction (22 page)

Once he looked his fill, he would
be taking off his clothes, she was sure of it.

“Spread your legs for me, Sam.”
It was an order, not a request, and Sam debated for a fleeting second on
whether she would oblige him. Before she had mentally come to a decision, her
legs spread on their own; her apparent need outweighing her common sense.

Taking the game one step further,
Sam spread her legs, placing her feet on either side of the lounge chair, her
heels firmly on the concrete beneath her. She kept one hand beside her on the
cushion, the other holding the wine glass he had given her. As she watched his
reaction, she heard his cell phone ring. As if they weren’t in the middle of
something incredibly intimate, Logan picked up his phone from beside him and
punched a button, then put the phone to his ear.

“Logan McCoy.”

The sexy way he said his name had
Sam’s eyes glued to him. Who could he be talking to? Who was important enough
that Logan would allow them to interrupt what was happening right at this
moment. For some perverse reason, the fact that he had answered the phone
stimulated Sam more. The person on the other end of the phone would have no
idea what he was doing right at that moment.

“I couldn’t agree more. Yes, very
tempting.”

Sam heard his words, and she was
almost certain he was talking about her. But that couldn’t be. Her heart began
pounding against her chest, and she took another sip of wine to try and calm
her now rioting nerves.

“No, plans haven’t changed. Will
do.” He put the phone back onto the table beside him and took a sip from the
glass he was still holding.

“No questions?” He teased her as
he put his wine glass down on the table next to his phone.

“Why would I have questions?” Sam
had to force the words to come out. She didn’t want him to know that whatever
that conversation was about had her curious, and highly turned on. Was he
talking about her? If so, what the hell was it about?

“Just thought I would check.”

Sam gave herself a mental pat on
the back. Somehow she managed to play that very cool, despite the very uncool
way her body was heating up. Knowing this little peep show was going to have to
get moving soon, Sam tried to remain calm.

“When you’re alone at night,
thinking about me, do you touch yourself?”

Thankfully she hadn’t been
sipping her wine, because Sam was sure she would have choked. The look on
Logan’s face said he was serious, but she had never before had someone ask her
such a thing. For some reason, she wanted to tell him.

“Answer me, Samantha.”

His tone was more forceful, and
she hated to admit that she felt more moisture seeping from her pussy.
“Sometimes.”

There, she admitted it. She had
answered his question honestly.

“Good girl.” Logan sat his wine
glass on the table and leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his
chest. “I want you to play with yourself.”

Sam didn’t react right away; she
just took a sip of her wine, staring at him over the glass. She could do this,
she knew she could. This wasn’t a setup. This was about the two of them and
what they shared. If he wanted to test her, she would play along. She pledged
to get him back for this in any way possible.

“Now.”

He barked the single word,
causing Sam to jump. This was the dominating part of Logan McCoy that she’d
gotten a glimpse of earlier. The part of him that had her questioning her
sanity, but the same part she was secretly drawn to.

She held out her wine glass,
silently requesting that he refill it. She needed encouragement, even if it was
of the liquid variety.

“In a minute. Sit the glass
down.” Logan stated, not moving from his seat.

Feeling a bite of humiliation at
being denied her request, Sam held her breath, sitting her glass on the
concrete beside her chair. She moved one hand up to her stomach, and then
slowly slid it upward, toward her lace clad breasts. Cupping her breast gently,
lifting it higher, her hand covering it almost entirely as she let her fingers
gently massage the soft mound.

She hoped like hell she didn’t
look like an idiot.

She used her other hand to cup
her right breast, giving it the same attention. She squeezed harder, her eyes
threatening to shut as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Sam had never imagined
herself sitting here like this, practically groping herself, and she wasn’t
naive enough to believe she wouldn’t turn herself on as she continued.

With Logan, Sam knew tonight
wasn’t going to be about one orgasm. Rightfully so, she could feel the first
one building, the tight squeeze down low, the tingling sensation reaching out
to every extremity from somewhere deep inside. It wasn’t just from touching
herself, it was the fact that Logan was watching her every move.

Knowing she had to venture lower,
if for nothing else than to ease the ache within her, Sam slid her hand back
over her stomach, lower, until she reached the soft, hairless skin of her
mound. She slid her forefinger and her middle finger down, separating the wet
flesh so she was opened completely to him. His position in the chair across
from her would give him the best view.

“That is so fucking sexy, Sam. I
love to watch you touch yourself.”

“I like it when you watch.” She
admitted. It was an incredible turn on to have him watching her.

“What would you say if someone
else was watching you?”

The finger she’d been moving over
her clit stilled for a second, a sudden chill shooting straight up her spine.
Did that turn her on more? Her finger once again resumed the sensual massage.

For once in her life, her common
sense was battling between good and bad, right and wrong. Her curiosity had peaked,
and she wanted to know who else was watching her. Never in her wildest dreams
would she have thought she was capable of this sort of activity.

“Well, I guess that depends.” She
hadn’t expected to say anything, yet those words had clearly come out of her
mouth.

“Depends on what?” Logan asked,
still seated with his arms folded across his broad chest, his erection the only
visible sign that he was affected at all.

“Is it a man or a woman?” She
asked, wondering if they were still speaking in the hypothetical sense.

“A man.”

She slowed her finger, briefly
pausing to comprehend what he had just told her. This wasn’t hypothetical. Not
based on the way he answered that question. Sam glanced down to see that her
hands were still moving, she was still holding her pussy lips open so he could
watch as she strummed her clit with one finger.

“Then, I guess it depends on what
he wants from me.” She was nervous, but she continued to play along. She
trusted Logan. If she backed out now, he would keep her safe, she knew that
much. The crazy thing was… she didn’t want to back out now.

“Only what you will let him
have.”

“Is it what
you
want?” She
asked him, realizing that his body was growing harder by the minute. She had
let her middle finger slip into her pussy, and she was slowly pressing inside,
willing herself not to come too soon.

“Yes.”

Logan was being honest with her.
There was someone watching, and since he had obviously set this up, it was what
he wanted. And Sam found that she wanted what he did. If it would please him,
she was game.

Then she thought about some of
the erotic novels she’d read, remembering some of the scenarios and how they
had played out. She wanted a safe word. Sam might be all for pleasing Logan,
but right now, at this moment, it was still all just talk. If this were to
progress, she wanted to know that she had a way out in case things got too…
hot.

“Then I’d have to say it makes me
wet.” Sam admitted, finally answering his original question. She slid another
finger deep inside, joining the first, as her muscles began to spasm around her
fingers. She was going to come. Knowing Logan and apparently another man were
watching her, Sam was going to…

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
Logan urged her on, sending her right over the precipice and into the abyss.

Samantha rode out the waves of
pleasure that coursed through her, keeping her eyes closed and her hands still.

“Open your eyes, Sam.” Logan
instructed, his voice sounding much closer than before.

When she opened her eyes, she
found him standing beside her, the heat in his eyes evident, even in the near
dark. “From now on, you won’t come until I tell you to.”

Sam nodded her understanding, her
body still blissfully sated, but the glowing embers that had been doused
briefly were beginning to ignite once more. “Do I get a safe word that stops
everything if I can’t take it anymore?”

Logan tilted his head slightly,
looking somewhat bewildered by her question. “Yes.”

Sam liked that she’d caught him
off guard. After all, he’d just made her come with her own hands, out in the
open for anyone to see her. This was becoming a common event, now that she
thought about it.

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 “What’s your safe word, baby?”
Logan asked again, standing beside her chair, twisting something in his hands.

It looked like a…

Sam’s brain swirled with a
mixture of fear and total abandon. Logan was going to blindfold her, and for some
reason, that excited her. Here she was, venturing into a situation she’d never
even dreamed of, yet she could tell by the look on Logan’s face that he thought
she had done this before. Sure, she knew what a safe word was. Who didn’t?

She knew from those erotic
stories she would read in the dark of night that a safe word was designed to
bring all activities to a striking halt if she felt like she couldn’t go any
further. As she eyed the thin piece of black fabric, she wondered if she might
actually need to.

No. She could do this. Logan
would take care of her. She knew that much.

 “While you think of a word, I’m
going to blindfold you.” He offered as he stepped behind her chair, bringing
the material down over her eyes. “You have nothing to worry about, Sam.”

He read her like an open book.
Her emotions must have been written on her face, but she couldn’t very well
help it. She was still half naked, about to be blindfolded and utterly
vulnerable at that point.

Leaning forward, Sam allowed
Logan to slide the soft fabric over her eyes, holding still while he worked to
tie it behind her head. He was gentle with her, trying not to pull her hair in
the process. She just wanted him to hurry up. The more time she had to think,
the worse off they were.

And, if Logan had any doubts as
to whether she had ever done something like this before, she was sure the
slight tremble of her hands would tell him all he needed to know. She might be
crossing over to the darker side of her sexuality, but until today, she had
never done so before. Never even dreamed it.

Logan checked the blindfold,
making sure it was secure. Sam could have told him that it was. She was plunged
into total darkness, her other senses on high alert with the absence of her
vision.

“What’s your safe word, Sam?”

Sam heard the sound of his shoes
on the concrete, knew he was walking around to her side. Her right side. The
only word she could think of blurted from her mouth, “Conviction.”

“Conviction it is.” Logan agreed
though he sounded like he wanted to question her choice. “If, for any reason,
you feel uncomfortable, just use that word and everything will stop.
Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Are you ready?”

“I am.” Or at least she hoped she
was.

“Good, because I’m dying to touch
you.” Logan’s voice sounded closer.

Sam turned her head in the
direction of her leg as she felt a hand slide slowly over her silk stocking. He
lifted her calf, cradled it in his palm, then brushed his lips across her knee.
Trailing more kisses down to her ankle, Sam focused on her breathing.

The tenderness in his touch
allowed her to relax slightly, some of the tension in her neck easing. Her
stomach muscles tightened when he pressed his lips to the inside of her knee.
When she relaxed enough that she fell back into the cushion, Logan switched to
the other leg.

Sam was burning from the inside
out, the anticipation building to a crescendo; her entire world had come down
to the feel of Logan’s hand on her leg, his lips teasing her. Then he brushed
his palms up her thigh, both hands cupping her leg, the tips of his fingers
getting closer and closer to where she wanted him. Her legs were still spread
wide, one leg on each side of the chair, and he had her right leg in his hands,
the roughened skin gliding just above the tops of her silk stockings. God it
felt good.

Sam turned her head, thinking she
heard something on her left side, but Logan’s hands still caressed her right
leg, and she could feel the warmth of him by her side. Suddenly, there were two
more hands gliding up her leg. Only this time, it was her left leg and ohmigod…
there were two pair of hands on her legs
.