Cherry. Today, we’re going to start with a demonstration. It will provide you instruction, as well as help me understand how best to proceed. Let’s go.”
He tugged her toward the door, and she pulled from his grasp. “I can’t go out there naked.”
The second her words were out, Tara knew she’d made a mistake.
“Your nudity isn’t your concern.” Logan’s face was a thunderclap of displeasure. “While you train with me, you and your body belong to me. As always, you can say your safe word. In that case, we will discuss and resolve the issue, then resume training. Or you may quit the mission altogether, in which case I’m sure that Thorpe and the FBI will happily sever all contact between us.”
His cold speech set her teeth on edge. She was a grown, capable woman. Putting herself in someone else’s hands so utterly felt foreign. She worked every day in an environment where she was expected to suppress her own emotions and use her logic, so suddenly having to do the opposite wasn’t easy. Training with Logan scared her to death. But if she was going to solve this case and possibly be a successful agent, she had to suck up her courage and swallow her pride.
“Understood, Logan.”
She expected amusement to flash across his features. Instead, searing desire glowed in his dark blue eyes, flushed the slashes of his cheekbones. A glance down told her that his erection still bulged in his leather pants.
Her breathing grew unstable when he turned her away, took her arm in one hand and slung the other low on her opposite hip, and led her out of the dungeon. A frightening sense of exposure washed over her as they walked down the hall. Though the club wasn’t quite open for public play yet, Thorpe and some of the other resident Doms were already roaming. She’d run into a few as she rushed to confront Logan. But then, she’d been clothed. Now, he was parading her though the halls without a stitch, his touch all but branding her.
It terrified her, and yet . . . Tara felt Logan’s desire spilling hotly in the air between them, along with his pride and pleasure that she overcame her own fears to follow his command. As much as she hated to admit it, it turned her on.
She turned to him with a puzzled glance over her shoulder. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”
He glanced at her hot cheeks. “You want to know why you’re responding to this. Because deep inside, you feel sensual in your own skin. And you know that you’re pleasing your Dom by trusting me, which for a submissive, is a pleasure all its own.”
“I shouldn’t give a god damn whether you’re happy. You don’t care whether I am.”
Logan leveled her with a direct blue stare. “You’re dead wrong. There are things you don’t know, and I want to tell you . . .” He shook his head. “When you’re ready. Just know that your happiness matters more than anything. If you let me, I’ll fulfill your fantasies. Your submission, if you truly give it, will allow me the privilege of doing so.”
His words sent a fission of heat through her, which she ruthlessly pressed down. Focus on the academic. “None of this makes a damn bit of sense.”
“It will. Come with me.”
As they rounded a corner, they came face-to-face with another Dom. She didn’t know his name, but he had that sharp, shrewd way about him. He’d be dangerous across a negotiating table. Under that pristine dress shirt and tailored slacks beat the heart of a predator. He and Logan had that in common.
“Jason,” Logan greeted.
“Edgington.” His gray eyes flickered over to her.
Tara squirmed as she felt the man’s gaze touch her face, her breasts, the flat of her belly, then settle for a brief moment on the red curls guarding her sex. Tara crossed one leg in front of the other, settled her arms over her chest.
“Hands at your sides and feet apart,” Logan demanded.
He wanted Jason to look at her? Knowing she had to get past this hurdle for her mission,
He tugged her toward the door, and she pulled from his grasp. “I can’t go out there naked.”
The second her words were out, Tara knew she’d made a mistake.
“Your nudity isn’t your concern.” Logan’s face was a thunderclap of displeasure. “While you train with me, you and your body belong to me. As always, you can say your safe word. In that case, we will discuss and resolve the issue, then resume training. Or you may quit the mission altogether, in which case I’m sure that Thorpe and the FBI will happily sever all contact between us.”
His cold speech set her teeth on edge. She was a grown, capable woman. Putting herself in someone else’s hands so utterly felt foreign. She worked every day in an environment where she was expected to suppress her own emotions and use her logic, so suddenly having to do the opposite wasn’t easy. Training with Logan scared her to death. But if she was going to solve this case and possibly be a successful agent, she had to suck up her courage and swallow her pride.
“Understood, Logan.”
She expected amusement to flash across his features. Instead, searing desire glowed in his dark blue eyes, flushed the slashes of his cheekbones. A glance down told her that his erection still bulged in his leather pants.
Her breathing grew unstable when he turned her away, took her arm in one hand and slung the other low on her opposite hip, and led her out of the dungeon. A frightening sense of exposure washed over her as they walked down the hall. Though the club wasn’t quite open for public play yet, Thorpe and some of the other resident Doms were already roaming. She’d run into a few as she rushed to confront Logan. But then, she’d been clothed. Now, he was parading her though the halls without a stitch, his touch all but branding her.
It terrified her, and yet . . . Tara felt Logan’s desire spilling hotly in the air between them, along with his pride and pleasure that she overcame her own fears to follow his command. As much as she hated to admit it, it turned her on.
She turned to him with a puzzled glance over her shoulder. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”
He glanced at her hot cheeks. “You want to know why you’re responding to this. Because deep inside, you feel sensual in your own skin. And you know that you’re pleasing your Dom by trusting me, which for a submissive, is a pleasure all its own.”
“I shouldn’t give a god damn whether you’re happy. You don’t care whether I am.”
Logan leveled her with a direct blue stare. “You’re dead wrong. There are things you don’t know, and I want to tell you . . .” He shook his head. “When you’re ready. Just know that your happiness matters more than anything. If you let me, I’ll fulfill your fantasies. Your submission, if you truly give it, will allow me the privilege of doing so.”
His words sent a fission of heat through her, which she ruthlessly pressed down. Focus on the academic. “None of this makes a damn bit of sense.”
“It will. Come with me.”
As they rounded a corner, they came face-to-face with another Dom. She didn’t know his name, but he had that sharp, shrewd way about him. He’d be dangerous across a negotiating table. Under that pristine dress shirt and tailored slacks beat the heart of a predator. He and Logan had that in common.
“Jason,” Logan greeted.
“Edgington.” His gray eyes flickered over to her.
Tara squirmed as she felt the man’s gaze touch her face, her breasts, the flat of her belly, then settle for a brief moment on the red curls guarding her sex. Tara crossed one leg in front of the other, settled her arms over her chest.
“Hands at your sides and feet apart,” Logan demanded.
He wanted Jason to look at her? Knowing she had to get past this hurdle for her mission,
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