He opened the passenger door for her, taking her hand, helping her out of the car. He keyed in a code, and the back doors swooshed open, revealing a long hallway lined with dark wood and a row of closed doors. Most of them, Harper knew, were hotel-style rooms and a few theme rooms.
Logan tugged her hand and pressed her against the wall. The textured bronze wall felt hard on her skin. Harper yelped, and Logan grinned. The heat of his body engulfed her.
“Before we go further, I need to kiss you,” he said, placing his palm on the side of her cheek. His hand slid down the curve of her hips, around her waist, and he pressed her against him.
He pressed his big body against hers, enough to make her aware of him, to feel his muscled legs touching her, she flushed, her stomachdancing with excitedbutterflies. His hands cupped either side of her face and his mouth slanted over hers. His tongue caressed hers, she immediatelyopened her mouth wider, letting him in deeper and he kissed her, his passion and intention clear; he was going to consume her. He nipped at her bottom lip, pressing his hips into her body. She shivered as he titled her head, his tongue in her mouth, even deeper, his kiss deep and driving. She knew she could be swept away by him, with his passion and energy and a part of her wanted it, while a part of her feared what that’d do to the carefully constructed self she had built.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Harper said.
Logan raised an eyebrow at her, trailing his thumb over her lips.
“Sir. Tonight, I am your ‘Sir.’ Got it, Kitten?”
“Yes, Sir,” Harper said.
The word felt natural on her lips, and Logan’s answering grin sent her heart racing.
“Let’s head on in.” He took her arm, guiding her up the curved staircase.
The sounds of Club Bandit met her ears: the moans and gasps from people playing, the sharp sound of leather slapping skin. A woman cried as her Dom put a pair of clamps on her. The play stations were around the perimeter of the room. Some members lounged on the sofas or chairs by the bar, looking at the violet wand demo onstage at the back of the room. Harper flushed.
A few months ago, she had been in the crowd and watched Logan perform a rope suspension, rigging a submissive tied to a chair. Harper had watched, fascinated, as Quinn, Logan’s friend, used a remote-control vibrator and the submissive orgasmed in public.
“Good evening, Logan. Harper,” Ella said, coming out from behind the bar.
“Good turnout Ella! Zee must be happy.”
“He’s thrilled.” Ella’s eyes sparkled. She took Harper’s hands in hers. “It’s nice to see you out. Have fun tonight”
“Thanks, Ella,” Harper said.
“And you be good, Mr. Marrock,” Ella said with a grin.
“What’s the fun in that?” Logan replied.
The older woman smiled, and Logan brought them over to the bar, signalled for two bottles of water, and then led her to a seating area.
“Here, sit. Let’s talk,” Logan said, handing her a bottle of water, and gesturing to the two armchairs that were a little away from the rest of the seating.
“Thank you, Sir,” Harper said.
“I enjoy hearing that from your lips,” Logan said.
He brought a chair right in front of her and put his hands on her thighs, rubbing them up and down.
“I like saying it,” Harper said.
“I wanted to go over your limits list one more time. No marking, no sex in public, no leaving you alone, and no rope?” His eyebrows raised. Logan loved rope.
Harper swallowed. She hoped he would understand.
“I’m sorry, Sir. You know I’ve been to rope workshops, but I’m not comfortable with it yet. I’m trying to work up to it.” She bit her lip and stared at the floor.
Maybe she wasn’t ready for this. If she couldn’t do what Logan wanted, what good was she?
“I know you have been patient with me, waiting months for this, having to go through Xander—”
