With a hobby of tying women up with rope. Busy guy.
“Sounds as though you’re the one with the layers,” she said.
“We’re not here to discuss me.” He sat up straight and turned his body toward hers, creating the illusion of intimacy. “So you’ve had a few days at Benediction. Is there anything you’ve seen or heard about that you’d like to try?”
Suddenly feeling shy, she shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“You do know. You just don’t want to say. Communication is essential in BDSM, especially in the negotiating of a scene. You can’t be afraid to ask for what you want or to say no. We can go over your soft and hard limits, but that still leaves too many acts and items to discuss.”
How could she articulate what she wanted to try when she could barely admit it to herself? The checklist of items she’d completed for Cole when she’d arrived at Benediction had opened her eyes to a new world filled with sexual possibilities.
“Stand up,” Logan said, taking her hand and bringing them both to their feet. “I’m going to try a verbal exercise with you. Don’t speak until we’re all done or do any of the things I order, all right?”
She swallowed the knot of apprehension in her throat. What good was a verbal exercise if she couldn’t speak? “Okay.”
He moved closer. “You’re a dirty slut.”
Really? Was that supposed to turn her on? Because all it did was make her want to slap him.
“You’ve been bad and deserve to be punished.” After a beat, he continued, giving time for her mind to process the words before saying more. “I can’t wait to turn your ass red.”
He kept his gaze on her, the intensity of his stare burning into her. “Take my dick out right now, and with your mouth, show everyone how much you love it.” Her pulse skittered, but she didn’t move a muscle.
“I want to hurt you.” He didn’t pause and wait for a reaction. “Remove all your clothes, go to the stage, and make yourself come three times.” She bit her lip, and her pussy clenched, the image blossoming before her eyes.
His nostrils flared, and his voice dropped to a husky whisper. “I’d love to see my ropes decorating your naked body.” His throat worked over a swallow, and if her eyes didn’t deceive her, his words had affected him as well, judging by the outline of his erection through his jeans. “I’m going to tie you to my bed and do whatever I want to your body.”
He reached out his hand as if he was going to touch her. She held her breath. Did she want him to?
Before he made contact, he dropped his arm to his side. “I’m going to share you with my friend.” Her nipples hardened, rubbing painfully against her dress. “Crawl over to the stage.” She winced.
His sexy smile returned, and this time, he did touch her, taking her hand and returning them to the loveseat. “Good job. Do you want to know what I just learned from you?”
“Yes. Please do tell.” She folded her arms across her chest, although she had no doubt he saw her body’s reaction to his words. Still, he was a man, and men, in her opinion, weren’t usually that astute.
One by one, he ticked off his fingers. “You’re definitely not a masochist, although you wouldn’t mind the occasional spanking, especially if it was in front of a crowd. You’re not into humiliation. You’re interested in bondage and multiple partners. You’re submissive, but only for the right man, because that’s not your kink. Interestingly, you are an exhibitionist.”
Her jaw went slack. “Why is that interesting? I’m sure there are plenty of exhibitionists at Benediction.”
There was no way he got all that by her nipples. She didn’t know how he’d figured it all out simply by asking her those questions, but it was uncanny in its accuracy. Did they have a training program for the Doms where they taught them how to read body language, or was it something innate to people like Logan and Cole?
“True. But not one of them has held Cole’s attention as you have.”
And that’s why he left her in the dungeon while he went upstairs to his residence with his collared submissive. She turned away, catching Sedona by the stairs talking animatedly with a few of the trainees. “I don’t want to talk about him.”
“Look at me. Same exercise, only I want you to answer my questions.” He didn’t stand this time, but he held her hand and rested it on his thigh, his thumb brushing the inside of her wrist.
“Do you want to play with Adrian?”
She sighed, thinking about how Adrian had carried out Cole’s orders between her thighs. But would she have enjoyed it without Cole’s arms around her?