CHAPTER NINE - HARPER
Itwashowhiseyes raked over her, from head to toe, taking her all in that made her skin flame with desire. Harper swallowed, being asked questions about her past had been uncomfortable. He’d kept his word and didn’t push her too far. But she liked how he prodded her and how she felt when she opened to him. His big presence and his warmth caught her.
“Yes, Sir,” Harper said, putting her hand in his.
As she followed him down the hallway dotted with framed pictures of his travels, Logan stopped at a doorway, leading her into the bedroom.
“Mr. Marrock, you keep surprising me,” Harper said, taking in the charcoal walls, the enormous bed with navy blue pillows and accents.
“Good,” Logan said, opening two doors to the closet. He gestured for her to walk in, and Harper couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Against the wall, hanging neatly, were floggers and whips, every colour and size. Rope and lots of it, neatly wound, took up an entire shelf. Hanging on the side wall, were paddles and canes and a few rubber implements that made her shyly curious to see them.
“And more,” Logan said, opening two drawers.
She couldn’t help it. She sucked in her breath to see nipple clamps and the array of blindfolds and gags.
“You have everything,” she said.
“I’m always adding to the collection,” Logan said. “See anything you like?”
Yes, of course, she did, but was she brave enough to voice it? There was a distance between wondering about it and doing it, and Harper didn’t know how far she could go to cross that distance.
“A few things,” Harper said, running her hands through the trails of the floggers.
“Which one?” Logan asked.
“I like you,” Harper said, running her hands over his thick biceps. Standing on her toes, she kissed his thick, soft lips.
He returned her kiss, then wrapped his hand through her hair, tugging her away.
“Kitten, are you not answering my questions again?”
“Sorry, Sir. Had to think about it.”
“Pick something,” he said.
That commanding tone made her stomach drop slightly. Reaching into the open drawer, Harper retrieved a pair of nipple clamps with a chain between them. “These,” she said.
“And?” Logan said, raising an eyebrow.
“What is this?” Harper reached out and ran her hand under an implement that looked like it was a tube covered in leather.
“Ah, it’s a jack. It has a leather core and is wrapped in leather, like a small leather bat, but it’s squishier.”
“It looks like it would hurt,” Harper said.
“Like anything it can, but I would have to swing quite hard.” Logan passed it to her, and Harper gripped it by the handle, swinging it lightly in her fingers. It felt lighter than she expected.
“Can we try it?” Harper whispered, her eyes not quite meeting his.
The heat in Logan’s eyes as he cupped her face, pulling her in for a kiss, sent a flare of desire through her. For years she had been curious about this man, wondering what gave him his ease of life, his big personality, she might have fantasized once or twice about seeing him naked and now that she was here with him, in his bedroom, it made her feel out of her head with desire.
“Yes, Kitten, we can,” Logan said, taking her hand and pulling her to the covered bench at the end of his bed. “But first a couple more questions.”
“Okay,” Harper said, shifting on the bench.
“I told you about my family. What about yours? Are you close to yours?”
Harper closed her eyes and fisted her hands. She hated thinking about her family. She took her head and reached for Logan’s hand.
