She and Logan wanted two different things when it came to a polyamorous relationship. She knew that.

Logan took her hand and she allowed him to lead her toward the stairs. She followed as he ascended to the second floor and then directed her down the narrow hall that overlooked the main floor. One last glance over to Luke, Cole and Sierra before Sam swallowed hard and accepted her fate.

A threesome wasn’t in the cards for her.

She did her best to hide her disappointment.

“Do you want me to make sure no one comes in?” Logan asked as they stepped inside the small room.

Sam stopped in the center of the room, ignoring the bright white walls and the row of matching cabinets on one side, choosing instead to look at the swing hanging from a steel beam overhead.

Ok, now this looked interesting.

All thoughts of threesomes disappearing, Sam’s body reignited at the thought of what Logan was about to do to her.

“No,” she told him without turning back to look at him. The fact that someone could watch them was part of the excitement.

Logan made his way over to her, pressing his front to her back, his cock still stiff between them. When his hands caressed her shoulders, his fingers sliding beneath the thin straps of her dress, Sam closed her eyes as he easily slid them down her arms.

Within seconds, Logan had worked the dress down her body, the silk pooling at her feet, while the cool air in the small room immediately tickled her skin.

Ok, so they weren’t going to waste any time. That was completely fine with her. As it was, just Logan’s mere presence made her body burn, her lust coalescing into turbulent, driving need.

Well, his presence and the wild ideas running through her head about what they’d be doing in that swing.

“Damn, baby. Do you know how fucking hot you make me?”

“Me?” she asked, putting her hands over his when he cupped her naked breasts, kneading them firmly. “I thought you were turned on by watching Mistress Serena.”

“I was turned on by thinking about fucking you in this swing. Watching your naked body as I drive my cock deep in your pussy. It fucking turns me on, Sam.”

Well, when he put it that way.

Sam inhaled when he began to tweak her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Allowing her head to drop back against his chest, she allowed the sensations to consume her.

“Is that what you want, Sam? For me to drive my cock deep in your pussy?”

“Yes,” she moaned as he continued to drive her crazy with just his hands.

He leaned down, his fingers pinching and pulling her nipples while his warm breath caressed her cheek. “Nice and deep,” he groaned softly. “I’ll slide into your slick heat while you rock in the swing, impaling yourself on my dick.”

Sam moaned. She loved when he talked like that.

“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.

****~~

“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.