Sasha grimaced. “I might have taken off the nipple clamps.”
“And that’s what led you to be in this predicament?” Logan pinched the other nipple, then squeezed both, rolling the tender pink nipples against his palm.
“Yes, Sir. Master Finn said I can’t play until I have asked every Dom in here to use my nipples.”
“I guess you’ll learn your lesson,” Logan said, catching sight of Harper’s face as his hands roamed over Sasha’s breasts.
“I doubt it, Sir.” Sasha grinned at him.
“You’re lucky your Dom enjoys a challenge.” Logan smiled, releasing her nipples from his grip.
“Thank you, Sir,” Sasha said and scampered off to the next available Dom.
“You liked that.” Logan clasped Harper’s hand, bringing her to his chest.
“Liked what?”
“You enjoyed watching me play with another girl’s nipples. You thought it was hot.”
“No.” Her green eyes flashed away.
“Is that so?” he whispered in her ear, ear, sliding a hand around her ass, underneath her short skirt. His fingers traced her clit in a slow circle.
Logan laughed as her breathing hitched.
“Good girl for not wearing panties. I’ll go easier on you for that. But your lies have to be dealt with.” Logan smacked her ass, playfully.
“Lies?” Her face drained of colour.
His heart twisted. Didn’t she know by now that he kept his word?
“I don’t mean your past. You can tell me what’s going on with you now, or I can drag it out of you.” Logan cupped either side of her face. She rested her forehead against his chest. He breathed in her slight floral scent, and ran his hands along her body, liking how she trembled ever so slightly. “That was our agreement, remember? Your past is off-limits, but your present is not. Spill it, Kitten.”
As she lifted her head off his chest, it was like curtains closing on a sunny day, she didn’t meet his eyes and looked away. He wanted to ease her against him, made sure she knew he was her safe place to fall.
“You can tell me anything.”
“I don’t think I can,” Harper whispered.
Taking her by the arm, he guided her down the one step to the empty station. It had an o ring and a spanking bench.
She slammed the bucket of ice down beside his bag.
Time to try a different tack. “I think you are in entirely too much clothing. Strip, Kitten.”
With a sigh, Harper threw off her white mini skirt.
“All of it,” Logan said, crossing his arms over his chest. She was wearing on his patience. With a sigh, Harper undid the buttons on her shirt, threw it on the floor, and unsnapped the closure on her bra. Logan bit the inside of his cheek.
Her gorgeous full breasts needed attention. Logan strode over.
“Under the ring, now,” Logan gestured to the O ring, that hung from the ceiling.
As if there were weights attached to every limb of her body, Harper stood under the ring, her hands at her sides. The music from the speakers changed to a techno beat, and Logan danced over to her.
“You want to try with some enthusiasm?” Logan grinned as Harper glared at him.
“Are you feeling up to trying a little rope?”She glared at him, lifting her head. “Sure, whatever.”Logan laughed. He reached into his toy bag for a length of rope.
