Logan lets go of me and grabs the item behind me. I focus on him just as he’s twisting the top off something. It’s…a maple syrup bottle. “The fuck?” I’m starting to scoot away before Logan pours it all. Over. Me. Down my stomach and onto my thighs. It even drips down into my groin and along my dick. “Jesus, Logan!” I shout, but then his hot mouth is on me, licking up my stomach. He cages me in between his hands, his tongue tracing up my skin. He looks up at me with a triumphant look, pulling away long enough to mutter, “It’s a punishment, Ronan. Not a reward.”
