“Normally, I wouldn’t answer that question for a sub, but since we’re training for a mission, I’ll explain. In the BDSM world, it’s considered polite to share your subs with other Doms. Agent York may be called upon while you’re undercover to let others touch you. You have to get used to the idea that it will both happen and that you’ll have absolutely no control. Now, present yourself to us.”
A thousand thoughts swirled through her head. Anger and shock that Logan wanted another man to look at her. To touch her? He’d just done everything possible to remove Brad from her life.
But he also had to prepare her for whatever might happen undercover.
Tara refused to reveal her anxiety or renege on their deal, so she merely nodded and did as Logan demanded, sliding onto the cold concrete on her knees in front of them both. Xander looked at every inch of her bare skin, just as Logan had ordered her to let him.
“She’s gorgeous.” Xander’s deep voice slid over her skin, and she tingled with the sincerity in those words.
“Cherry always has been.”
Warmth sang in Logan’s tone. The whole situation was twisted, but for some reason, hearing his desire and pride made her hopelessly wet.
“She’s also smart and prickly sweet,” Logan added. “And submissive.”
“Lucky bastard,” Xander murmured. “May I?”
“Go. I’ll direct.”
Before Tara could wonder what their exchange meant, Xander held out a hand. What did they expect? She cast Logan a questioning glance.
“She already looks to you,” Xander said, clearly impressed. “You’ve made a lot of progress in barely twenty-four hours.”
“We have a lot more to go,” Logan replied, then turned to her. “Put your hand in his, Cherry. Do whatever he asks unless I say otherwise. Do you understand?”
“O-Okay, Logan.” She laid her fingertips across Xander’s rough palm. His skin was burning hot. He smelled like cut wood and rain and something very male. Without a word, he helped her to her feet and guided her toward the bed.
Logan crossed his arms over his chest, watching. Knowing that he wasn’t too far away was somehow comforting, even if his next words weren’t. “Strap her down, wrists and ankles.”
Tara’s immediate response was to protest, but she bit it back and forced herself to examine her reaction. The command caused a pulse of sensation behind her clit and it scared her. She hated to admit that. But she’d promised honesty and couldn’t squirm away from it. If she allowed Xander to do as Logan had ordered, it would make her utterly vulnerable to them. It would also arouse her more. Somehow, Logan knew that.
“What’s going on, Logan?”
“You don’t get to ask that, Cherry. Unless you’re pushing back?”
“I’m not.”
Tara took a breath, willed herself to remain calm. Then Xander’s large hand all but swallowed hers as he led her to the black silk sheets, melting her composure. With her heart racing, she clenched her fist. Gently, Xander squeezed back in reassurance.
“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered.
No, but he’d push her way beyond her comfort zone. And Logan would tell him exactly how to do it. And as much as it discomfited her to admit it, that thought made her flushed and faint.
All too quickly, they reached the bed. Xander helped her onto the mattress, then secured her ankles with Velcro straps at each corner. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, achingly aware of her naked sex.
Sitting back on his heels, Xander spread her thighs wider with searing palms and stared directly at her pu**y. Lust narrowed his dark-lashed hazel eyes. He reached out, rubbed a thumb directly over her slick clit.
The shock of arousal stung her. Her body bucked.
“Hmm,” Xander murmured. “I love bare pu**y, but I can see why you haven’t shaved hers. With this deep red fringe and pink flesh, she’s like a jewel.”
Logan edged closer, brushed a hand over her aching nipple, her cheek. “I could spend a whole day playing with her, touching, toying, tasting, watching her come over and over.”
Tara gasped. Logan’s words turned her inside out. Being held down helplessly as he teased her with his fingers and lips, teeth, and tongue, all for the purpose of giving her unending pleasure . . . Need tightened her body.
Unable to keep her reaction in, she moaned.
“Nice,” Logan praised. “That’s an honest response.”