Suddenly, there was a rustle of cloth, a thump, then Xander let loose a long-suffering sigh. Tara had no idea what to make of that. But she felt Xander approach again and braced herself. She could almost feel Logan watching intently.
This time, something cool and rubbery traced the wet, swollen lips of her pu**y, coating it with her cream. Then Xander slipped it inside her. Plastic also touched her clit. Tara held her breath, not sure what to expect.
Her friends all talked about sex toys being a single girl’s best friend. Tara had never invested in any. Now she was paying the price because she had no idea what this thing was or what Xander planned to do.
She held her breath.
There was a little click, a nudge of the slippery gadget deeper into her. Then the torturous pleasure began. The little bit of plastic nestled against her clit began to vibrate, working the already stimulated bundle. Worse, this toy feathered across a sensitive spot inside the clasp of her pu**y, and the second she felt that startling pleasure, she clamped down and cried out.
“That’s it,” Xander encouraged. “Oh, she likes having her G-spot stimulated. This is going to be fun.”
His voice rang with a naughty glee that made Tara both want more and fear more.
“Stick to the plan.” Logan sounded like he was gritting his teeth.
What plan?
“All right.” Xander sounded glum.
He began to rock the toy against all her most sensitive spots, a gentle back and forth that hyperfocused her pleasure until she gasped and arched and cried out. Helplessly, Tara clenched her fists, her body bowing as the need for orgasm stacked up into unrelieved torture. She bit her lip, trying desperately to keep herself together. Logan had forced Xander to stop last time her mewl had given her imminent orgasm away. Maybe if she stayed mute, he wouldn’t notice until it was too late.
The sensations crept up, wrenching, tightening, pounding through her. Her heart raced. She couldn’t keep the muscles of her shoulders, thighs, and butt from tensing. Almost there . . .
“Stop,” Logan demanded.
Xander snapped off the device.
“No!”
“You won’t be sneaking in an orgasm, Cherry. I ought to spank you for trying.”
“Don’t do this.” The plea was out of her mouth before she could stop it.
“What do you think I’m doing, exactly?” Logan asked.
Xander pulled the toy from the clinging depths of her body. In its place, his fingers slid through the slippery flesh between her legs, hovering near her clit, rubbing all around it, but never over it, never giving her enough stimulation to do anything but make her aware that they held her body—and her pleasure—in their hands.
“You’re keeping me on edge.”
“Yep. It’s a facet of edge play. I could do this all day, baby. How about you?”
Oh God, he was going to leave her like this, a pleading mass of nerves and need until she begged. “Bastard! You’re punishing me.”
“For walking out on me without permission or a single god damn word, maybe.”
And maybe she ought to be asking herself why she responded to this. Yes, Xander was exciting her body through the clever use of toys, but that wasn’t what aroused her half as much as knowing that Logan controlled her pleasure. Tara sensed that, as her desire grew frantic, his also rose to a fever pitch. That flipped her switch. What the hell did it mean?
After setting the toy down with a soft tap on the bedside table, Xander again walked away. This time, Logan stayed rooted in place. Tara felt his stare burn all over her. Her skin flared with heat, her br**sts tightened, her clit tingled. God, with him looking at her, desiring her, she wasn’t coming off this arousal high.
“I get it,” she insisted. “Someone else is going to touch me. I’ve proven that I’m not a shrinking violet since Xander put his hand between my legs and I didn’t flinch.”
“That’s not the only purpose. A well-trained sub holds her orgasm until she’s given permission to release it, when it will please her Master most. Yesterday, you screamed and pleaded and came almost the moment I put my mouth on your pu**y.”
She flushed. “Thanks for sharing that with Xander.”
“Privacy and modesty don’t belong in a BDSM club. Some Doms won’t tolerate you coming without permission. If you want to save Agent Miles and do this job properly, start focusing and stop worrying about what you can’t control. Are we clear?”
Again, Logan reminded her to closet the anger she felt toward him and focused her on her purpose. She’d promised to let go and she needed to live up to her end of the bargain.