Life as a Submissive (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7 Revised

kristie visibly tensed in Logan's arms, looking up at him with large doe like eyes. "Master," she sighed as he physically picked her up and turned her around to straddle his lap.

"Master?" Spoke a shocked and surprised Mark. "Logan, my boy, you are soooo whipped," he laughed, dragging the o out on the so. Logan laughed at this as she lost herself in his eyes. What was wrong with calling Logan Master she didn't know, but at the moment all she cared about was kissing Logan. And it seemed that was the only thing on his mind as well.

"What can I say," he chuckled, and Kristie gasped as she watched the pupils of his eyes consume all the color, the look he was giving her making her panties wet. "I fell the moment I caught sight of her," and at that Logan connected their lips, any questions she had about what he had meant completely gone from her mind as she kissed him back with rough abandon.

Logan's fingers dug into her sides with a hard, firm grip as he guided her, grinding up into her as she rocked. A moan fell from her lips as he picked up the pace, squeezing and releasing his thrusts to match his thrusts.

He devoured her lips, swallowing her moans as she gripped his hair and pulled, causing him to detach his lips from her own and switch to her throat. A soft click was heard as he unmatched her leash, allowing for better access as he nipped and sucked. There would definitely be a hickey there later.

A hand wrapped lightly around her wrist causing her to almost jump out of her skin from the sudden contact. She looked up into a pair of bright, dominating green eyes, their pupils dilated just as much, if not more than, Logan's. lips crashed into hers with a rough fervor, dominating Kristie in a completely predatory way.

Mark drug her on top of him, his hands taking the place of Logan's as she settled into him, surprised at the fact he was so gentle.

Another set of hands ran over Kristie's legs, all the way up to her stomach where they traced light circles on her sensitive skin. Arousal shot through her at the light, feather touch. Mark licked at her lips, asking for entrance, and surprised at herself Kristie let him in. She couldn't help but note this guy knew what he was doing when it came to kissing.

Kristie's skin felt like it were on fire as Mark passed her back to her Master, who then began to yet again kiss his way up her neck, picking back up where he left off with the thrusts into her soft, wet center. The feelings all this caused made Kristie drop her head back onto Mark's shoulder and moan a deep, heavy whimper that came straight from her curled toes.

Her legs began to ache from the awkward position on his lap. Trying to fix the problem she began to fidget, only making the friction into Logan's erection multiply tenfold and send him into a fit of moans and pants.

Fingertips brushed up against her stomach before they gripped her crop top and pulled it up, revealing the already exposed plain of her stomach. Mark moaned deep in his throat as he examined the v line into her shorts. She was no where near skinny but she wasn't fat, either.

Logan didn't stop there, forcing her arms above her head and removing the small piece of cloth, trailing feather light kisses across the shoulders and chest where the shirt had just been.

Kristie gripped at his shoulders, giving a slight shudder as her fingers met bare skin. When had either man taken his shirt off? Looking over she noticed Mark's shirt was missing as well, most likely nonchalantly thrown over his shoulder as he had devoured her throat.

Without meaning to she reached down and ran a finger over the hard six-pack he sported, a sigh escaping her as lust blossomed deep in the pit of her stomach.

Mark began to explore, as well. His fingers dipped low beneath her shorts, gripping the edging of her lace panties Logan had insist she wear before leaving the house. Slowly she dropped down onto Logan as he pulled back lightly, feeling a spark of courage as she pounced down on him, feeling how hard he was on the inside of her thigh where his erection pushed against the rough material of his suit.