With a cry of relief, she impaled herself on his thick cock, shoving it deep in her sex in one brutal thrust.
Jason tossed his head back with a groan. On the next down stroke, he swept his thumb over her clit. “Come, Greta.”
He didn’t have to ask her twice. Her lithe body tensed up, fingers digging into his shoulders as she met his gaze with a helplessly erotic stare, then closed her eyes in pleasure, releasing everything to him.
It didn’t take long for Jason to f**k her through the first orgasm, then a second. When Greta ramped up for her third, her face rosy, her breath stuttering, the Dom finally let go, one hand splayed behind her back, the other tangled in her hair. Not a bit of air passed between them as he kissed her all through their shuddering joint climax.
Tara let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Her entire body shook, pulsed. Desire pooled in her pu**y. Jason and Greta had been visually arousing . . . but far more. Deeper. He’d given; she’d taken—and given everything back in return. The act looked like one of such togetherness. That sort of connection of bodies, of minds and souls, that made poets and songwriters dash madly for their pens. Tara had never seen or felt anything like it.
And, in that moment, she wanted it—desperately.
She risked a glance at Logan. He met her stare with silent confidence that said, yes, I can give you that.
“Do you understand now?”
She couldn’t find the words to tell him how deeply she was moved and how completely she understood. “Yes, Logan.”
He held out his hand. “Let’s get started.”
Chapter Five
LOGAN’S heart beat faster and more forcefully than a sledgehammer. He tried not to crush Tara’s hand in his as he forced down his impatience. No matter how badly he itched to touch her, get inside her and stay, he had to focus first on teaching her.
At the door to his dungeon, he pushed it open, let her walk through. Her clothes still lay on the floor, her engagement ring peeking out from her skirt pocket, winking in the light from overhead. With his blood already pumping, knowing that she still planned to tie herself to Brad Thompson made him damn near violent.
Calm. Breathe. Focus. He had to be smart, pay attention to detail. The reality was, right now, Cherry was flushed, aroused. She’d seen the power exchange and found beauty in it. She wanted it for herself. She needed it for her mission. Their biggest impediment now was his own impatience . . . and her unwillingness to hear his reason for their breakup. But that was another issue for another time. Now, he’d begin to bind her to him sexually, as a way to reach her emotions, because he wasn’t going to make Hunter’s mistake and try to force them. Logan had seven days; no need for panic. He had to believe that her heart would be roused before their time ran out.
“Kneel,” he ordered softly. “Get into position.”
Without hesitation, she slid to her knees and parted them, then met his gaze. Her ni**les stood up, begged for his mouth. Her pu**y had swollen to a deep, rosy red.
“Beautiful,” he praised. “Tell me what equipment Axel walked you through.”
“You mean, what did he use on me? He didn’t actually do anything to me, Logan.”
Hearing his name slide off her tongue with that reverent tone any other sub would use to say “Master,” revved him up. He’d been hard nearly every moment he’d been with Tara, but when she said his name like that . . . Damn, he had to keep his head in the game.
“On your feet. Over to the St. Andrew’s Cross.”
Tara stood and stared at the giant wooden X, stained a rich walnut, padded manacles affixed at top and bottom. With a hesitant gait, she made her way across the floor.
Logan stopped her by taking her hips and pulling her back against his chest. The vanilla-fruity sweet scent of her skin grabbed him by the balls. “What are you afraid of, Cherry?”
“Being helpless.” Even her voice quivered.
“You will be. Trust me with your safety and training,” he murmured in her ear. “Will I let anything bad happen to you?”
She swallowed. “Define bad.”
He repressed a smile. Tara had always looked at every angle. “Will I make you bleed?”
“ No.”
She hadn’t hesitated with that answer, which filled Logan with relief and pride. She was scared, but her logic was shining through. “Will I mark your skin in any permanent way?”
“I know you won’t.”
“Will I give you more pain than you can bear?”