“Why is he pushing her when she’s so obviously apprehensive?” Tara whispered.
“She wants it, and Jason knows it. The sub is trying so hard to control the scene that she’s not letting go and putting her well-being in his hands. Logically, she knows she has nothing to fear in this situation. Jason’s job is to push her past her inhibitions until she’s able to submit and experience her fantasy.”
Tara understood, but she related to Greta’s discomfort. The thought of masturbating in front of a lover and unknown witnesses made her squirm with both apprehension and a disturbing thread of arousal.
Finally, Greta gathered her courage and turned her body to face the window. Tara saw every goose bump on the woman’s flesh, every jagged breath, the peaked ni**les topping her plump br**sts, the slick lips of her bare sex, along with the pink base of the plug tucked into her anus.
Greta’s hand slid between her legs. She closed her eyes and began to rub slow fingers over the little bundle of nerves.
“He wanted her to do this in public?” Tara couldn’t fathom that, but the idea of having that sort of faith in a partner made something inside her curl with unwanted warmth.
“Tuesday, after her shift ended, he met her at a park. It was dark and empty. He didn’t tell her, but he’d actually swept it and had a couple of buddies guarding the entrances. Jason has a real hard-on for outdoor sex, and Greta gets off on the thought that she might be watched.”
“But I can see her uneasiness.” Tara frowned. Every muscle in the woman’s body tensed, shook.
“She’s also flushed. She keeps spreading her legs wider. Her ni**les are diamond hard.”
Tara’s gaze skated over the other woman. He was right. Now that she saw the sub’s reactions through a Dom’s eyes, she also noticed something else. “She’s beginning to stroke herself faster.”
“Exactly. Does she truly look uncomfortable? Perturbed? Inhibited?”
After another glance, Tara had to shake her head. “Not anymore.”
“He’s helping her bring out her true nature and fulfilling her fantasies. That’s his role.”
“Is that why you do this?” The question slipped out before she could stop it.
Logan turned her way, hesitated. “That’s what every Dom aspires to. Some make it, some don’t.”
Tara was sure Logan was right . . . but he hadn’t really answered her question.
“Stop,” Jason demanded of the woman.
Greta sobbed as she lifted her fingers to hover over her clit. Her back arched, teeth grinding together. She’d been just on the verge. Tara’s body clenched in empathy. Sitting next to Logan in this small, dark space made Tara fidget, hyperaware of the ache that started in the pit of her stomach and grew between her thighs.
“Sit still,” Logan demanded, as if he knew exactly the uncomfortable desire brewing inside her.
“Stand,” Jason demanded of Greta.
Slowly, the policewoman rose to her feet. She cast a pleading glance at her Dom. He looked unmoved as he sat on a plush ottoman squatting nearby.
He patted his thigh. “Over my knees, pet.”
“Master . . .” Greta looked ready to cry.
“You’ve been doing so well. Don’t spoil it now.”
Greta closed her eyes, her face tense as she searched for the courage to carry on. Finally, she draped herself over Jason’s impeccable charcoal slacks. “Count each spanking. No coming.”
The Dom began peppering a stinging volley of slaps across the woman’s pert ass. Greta counted each, becoming breathier with every number. Tara squirmed.
“If you’re wondering,” Logan murmured, “you weren’t aroused when I spanked you earlier because I meant to punish, not pleasure you. Next time I spank you, you’ll feel the difference. And if all that fidgeting you can’t seem to stop is any indication, you’ll like it.”
If anyone had asked her ten minutes ago if she’d be aroused by an erotic spanking, she would have laughed, but now Tara couldn’t deny that she’d become more than curious. There was a rhythm to their bodies, a push-pull, almost like a well-choreographed dance. As he struck, she gasped and counted breathlessly. Then he groaned. He rubbed his worshipping palm across her reddening cheeks, and she lifted her butt into his hand—again and again.
Suddenly, Greta’s body tightened. Jason lifted her until she straddled his thighs, then fused his mouth to hers. In seconds, he’d shoved his pants down and rolled a condom on.
Grabbing her hips, Jason bared his teeth. “Take me inside you.”