Logan took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together. She found the gesture ridiculously comforting. “But I won’t send you in unprepared. The FBI will only lose another agent.”
“I know.”
With a squeeze of her hand, he acknowledged her difficulty in dealing with this reality. “If there’s a way to save Darcy, we will. Let’s focus on getting you ready.”
She nodded, and a few moments later, Jason and his policewoman entered the room. The instant the door shut, Jason’s shoulders squared. He appeared bigger, adopted a mantle of authority.
He didn’t say a word to the woman, just sent her an expectant stare. Immediately, she removed her uniform, one garment at a time, until she stood completely bare, the ends of her long, dark hair brushing her mid-back. Then she kneeled at his feet, knees spread, palms up, head down. Even from here, Tara felt her desperation to please.
Jason ruffled her hair. “Very good, pet. Have you done as I asked during our last session?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Show me.”
Greta didn’t hesitate before she uncurled her legs from beneath her, rocked back on her ass, legs spread wide for Jason’s view.
He dropped to one knee and his hand disappeared between her legs. “Very nice. Shaved or waxed?”
“Waxed,” she panted. “Brazilian.”
“And I see you’ve complied with regard to the anal plug. Is this the largest?”
“Yes, Master. I put it in this morning. It was challenging, but I’m ready for you now.”
In Greta’s voice, Tara heard the need for Jason’s acceptance and pleasure. Her own knowledge about the shadowy world of BDSM was almost exclusively academic and yet . . . Tara already understood exactly how the other woman felt. It struck a chord in her, all the times she’d done her best to please Brad or another lover by cutting her hair a certain way or buying a sexy pair of shoes. Most of her efforts had gone unnoticed.
For a crazy moment, Tara wanted a man who would truly notice her, down to the last detail. A man like—
She didn’t dare finish that thought.
But memories filtered in as her gaze skittered Logan’s way. In high school, he’d usually noticed when she’d even changed her sweater. The afternoon he’d taken her innocence, he remarked on everything, all the way down to her birthmarks and the way she flushed before she came.
Jason smiled, stroking between her legs again. Greta’s thigh blocked her view, but whatever was going on, the woman moaned.
“I’m very proud of you, pet,” Jason crooned. “You deserve a reward, which you’ll get as soon as we deal with your punishment for Tuesday.”
Despite being nearly flat on her back, Greta managed to cast her gaze down. She was the picture of contrition. “I’m sorry, Master. I won’t fail you again. I was . . . apprehensive.”
“You uphold the law, and I would never want you to be arrested for public indecency. The exercise was intended to test your trust in me, and you failed. Did you think I would let you be reproached professionally?”
Greta bit her plump lip. “I didn’t think. I panicked.”
“And you didn’t trust me.”
The woman bowed her dark head. “I wish to please you, Master. I’ll take any punishment you see fit.”
He nodded. “First, I will give you another opportunity to do what you refused on Tuesday and please me. We are, even now, being watched. I won’t say by whom or why. Stroke your clit.”
She cast a quick glance toward the mirror. The stunning beauty’s sultry eyes looked both wide and dilated. She was afraid . . . but aroused.
Jason snapped his fingers. “They are not your concern. I am.”
With a shaky nod, Greta reclined on her elbows and drew her hand shyly between her spread legs.
“Turn your body to face the mirror,” he demanded.
Greta froze.