Page 174 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Incredulously Ben stared at his rising cock. You got to be kidding me. Hard? Again?

The sounds in the kitchen became more passionate and a rhythmic banging accompanied by masculine grunts and higher female moans let Ben know they were going at it again.

"Ooh, ooh, ah. Yes, right there. Oh my God. Oh my God. Ah, ahh. Oh my God. Yes." Amber vocalized.

Figuring he had about ten minutes to use the bathroom in private, Ben got up from his bed and sniffed the towel over his chair. He could use it one more time before tossing it in the hamper. Amazing how long towels last when you have to wash, dry, and fold them yourself! Ben grinned and disappeared into the bathroom. If possible, the couple in the kitchen had gotten even louder. Luckily the rush of the water drowned out most of the noise.

When a couple had a natural, animalistic response to their passion and pleasure, Ben enjoyed the sounds, but Amber's moans were about as genuine as those from a B-rated porn star.

He washed away the stickiness and sweat quickly and after rubbing most of the water from his body, he swaddled the towel around his middle.

When he entered his bedroom, he came to a dead halt. For a heart-stopping moment, he thought Amber was sitting on his bed before he recognized the person.

"Logan."

"Ben." Logan ran a hand through his hair and stared at his feet.

Okay, this is awkward. "Is the frying pan ruined?"

"What?" Logan's head flew up and he blinked. "Oh. The pan. No, no, I think it will be fine." Again he pulled his fingers through his hair. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Um. All right." Ben moved to the closet, got fresh sweatpants, and covered his bare butt before tossing the towel in the hamper on the bottom of the closet. If the guy was going to ream him out for hitting his girlfriend, at least Ben's junk was covered.

Logan leaned his elbows on his knees and spread his arms with his hands open. "There isn't an easy way to say this so I’m just going to blurt it out, all right?" He ducked his head and caught Ben's gaze. "Do you want to have sex with Amber and me?"

"Say what?" Ben flopped down on his desk chair, ignoring the ominous groan the furniture emitted.

Logan's cheeks turned pink. "Yeah. That came out wrong. Let me try it again. I would like a threesome without our junk touching. My hormones don't bounce that way."

Ben gaped.

"Oh hell," Logan groaned and gripped his head. "Foot meet big mouth. I didn't imply there's something wrong with... fuck, man." Logan straightened. "Do you, I mean I never saw you with a woman, are you, um, are you into men?"

"Hell no."

"Oh, okay," Logan leaned back on the palms of his hands. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just... Well. Yeah. You know."

Ben nodded, still dumbfounded by the suggestion.

"Okay, so now we've established you like women," Ben winced, but oblivious to the less than enthusiastic reaction Logan went on, "I haven't spoken with Amber, and if you want to say no that's as good a response as yes. Whatever you say will not affect our friendship."

"Okay." Ben lengthened the word, still confused by the entire conversation.

"Okay in 'yes to the threesome' or okay in 'continue talking'."

For the first time since Logan entered his room, Ben grinned. "Keep talking."

Logan's shoulders lowered. “So, Amber is two inches shy of a nymphomaniac and I'm not meeting her needs. But she reacted to you in an unexpected way."

Ben opened his mouth to interject, but something in Logan's expression made him press his lips together. He tilted his head in a 'go on' gesture.

"I know she flirts with everyone with a dick in a ten-mile radius—hell, she even flirts with some women—but how she reacted to your punishment is different. She seems really into that stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Yeah, you know. S&M and dominance and so forth."

Ben blinked.

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