Initiation (Master Class, #1) - Sierra Cartwright Page 0,7
a kind,” he said. “Say you’ll forgive me.”
How could she refuse?
“I’m disappointed that you didn’t call.” His soft, sexy, sultry voice sent pinpricks up her spine.
“I’m surprised you gave me a second thought,” she confessed, stunned, thrilled.
“Every day. I’m ashamed to admit I asked Joe about you.”
She decided not to tell him that he’d been the topic of discussion at the Carpe Diem Divas’ dinner meeting.
“Joe said you were worth having.”
“Did he?”
“He suggested I try groveling.”
Feeling lighter than she had in months, she teased, “Let me guess. That’s not one of your finer skills?”
“Finer skills? It’s something I’ve never heard of. I had to look up the word in the dictionary.”
She laughed.
Logan took a step closer. He filled her vision, intimately close, making her nerve endings vibrate with awareness.
“You’re a newbie to BDSM.”
She wasn’t sure whether he’d guessed that or whether Joe had told him. “And?”
“If we had scened the other night, you would have given me your phone number and taken my call the next day. And right now… Right now…?”
Nervously, she gulped.
“You’d be remembering how good it was. You’d have confidence, and you’d be on your knees begging me to take you to the basement.”
Jennifer drew a shaky breath. “Look, Logan—”
“Be as honest with yourself as I’m demanding you be with me. If you had been totally into that scene with Simon, you wouldn’t have turned to look at me. And at the end, you were disappointed with the experience, wondering if it could have been better. In fact, you’ve talked to Noelle, maybe read some things, watched some videos. You think it can be better.”
Though she wasn’t sure why, she hesitated. After another a shallow breath, she nodded. “Yes.”
“So why didn’t you call?” He paused. “The truth.”
Heat rocked her. She wasn’t sure any man had ever demanded so much from her. “You make me nervous.”
“Because?”
Her mouth went slack. “You can’t be serious.”
He didn’t respond.
“You’re…” She searched for words. “Intimidating.”
He drank the rest of his champagne and put the glass down.
“Am I?” A smile teased the corners of his mouth. The effect was no less threatening.
“I don’t know anything about you,” she protested.
“Didn’t stop you with Simon.”
“That’s different,” she protested.
“How?”
“He reminded me of most of the men I know. Safe.” Knowing her behavior might be reckless, she put down her glass then gave in to the stupid temptation of tracing the jagged edges of his scar.
Logan didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away.
“He let me tell him what I wanted.”
“And you don’t think I would?”
“No. Yes.” She hesitated. “It’s not the same thing at all.”
“You’re right. I’d push you to ensure that you had the experience you wanted.” He clamped her wrist, making her regret not moving away while she’d been able to. “Do you know what a safe word is?”
“Noelle’s told me a few things about it.”
“Explain it to me.” His eyes seemed more opaque, the color like molten jade, revealing nothing, yet demanding everything.
“It’s a word that will stop a BDSM scene.”
He nodded. “Oftentimes, people will have a second word, one that means slow down or pause.”
“Like yellow,” she said.
“Yeah. Like yellow.”
She nodded.
“Right now, you’re nervous as hell.”
As if she’d missed a tax-filing deadline. “Yes.”
“Good.”
“Good?” she echoed, stunned, hardly able to breathe.
“A little fear, nervousness, increases your reactions, heightens your awareness. Maybe even makes you wet.”
God help me.
“Tell me about your fantasies.”
He was pushing her into areas she’d never been before. It was thrilling, frightening. Ever since she’d walked out of the front door of this house last month and left him alone in the foyer, she’d regretted the fact that she’d been a coward.
She reminded herself that she’d vowed not to chicken out a second time. But faced with him, breathing his masculine, overwhelmingly clean scent, it was more difficult than she could imagine.
“Tell me,” he repeated.
She tried to pull her hand away but she was trapped, helpless.
“Jennifer…” He said her name softly, implacably, a command as much as an entreaty.
She was lost. Mesmerized by the heat in his gaze. “A while ago, I bought myself a flogger at an adult store.”
“Have you used it?”
“You might have guessed I haven’t had the opportunity.”
“What other toys do you have?”
Were they really having this conversation? “I have a pair of nipple clamps, but I’ve never actually been brave enough to use them.”
“So you want to be flogged, maybe with nipple clamps on.”
She nodded.
“What gets you off when you’re masturbating?”
He saw her, deeper than anyone else had looked. The knowledge made her dizzy. Suddenly, she was unable to find her