“I like pushing your boundaries but this was a hard limit for you. Are you sure?”She licked her lips. “It’sfine.”Oh, this woman. She was using her anger to push past her fear and Logan wanted to hoist her on his shoulders and take her around to high-five the crowd.
“If it’s too much, what do you say?” Logan took her wrists in his hands.
“Nijinsky.” Harper bit out the word.
“You can also always say, ‘red’ or ‘yellow’ if you want to slow down and check in.”
“I’m cold. Are you going to get on with it?”
Logan couldn’t help but chuckle, she was trying so hard to push away the emotions, her surface annoyance was almost adorable.
“Going to go gentle and easy. You with me?” As he grabbed her wrists, to start tying a single column, Harper bit her lip.
“Yes.” Logan tied her wrists together, tightly enough to be secure and safe, but not tight enough to bite into her skin. Harper stared at him, her expression stoic. With the end of the rope, he brought her arms over her head, ran the end through the bight of the tie he had made and tied it off, giving himself a lot of slack in the line. Harper’s arms were tied above her head, and it was an easy position for her to maintain.
“Nice and easy, Kitten,” Logan ran his hands through her abundant hair and as he massaged her scalp, she exhaled a shuddering breath.
“How was your week? Did anything happen at work to upset you?”
Harper shook her head and kept her gaze averted.
“I see how this is going to go, but don’t worry, I have ways of making you talk.” He nibbled her ear, feeling her tighten at his touch. Whatever was going on with her, she was broadcasting clearly with her body language that she didn’t want Logan to know what it was.
He reached into his toy bag and snapped the ball chain flogger against his thigh. Harper turned her head and stared over her shoulder, her eyes widening. He snapped it again. The long metal strands of silver balls jingled as he flicked it gently against the side of the leg of the spanking bench.
“That looks scary.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Logan ran his hand through the strands of metal. “But it depends on how it’s wielded.”
Standing at her side, he flicked his wrist and slowly brought the flogger around her ribs, under her breasts.
“Ah! It tickles!” Harper screeched, her nails digging into the rope, her weight shifting from foot to foot.
“You never know what to expect with me, Kitten, but you can count on me being here for you. I’ll hold you in my arms as you come apart.”
Harper bit her lip, shaking her head.
Logan moved so he was behind her and flicked his wrist, letting the metal strands fly through the air before they landed with a soft snap on her shoulder blades. The metal strands clanged as they landed on her back. He flicked with his wrist, the strands struck, once. And again. And she jumped. He increased the tempo, until her head lowered, her skin becoming rosy pink.
“How was the symphony?”
Her shoulders bunched forward. He flicked his wrist, sending the shiny strands to catch the side of her ribs.
“Fine,” Harper snapped.
Damn, she was pushing him. He shoved the ball chain flogger into the pail of ice cubes, rattling it so it clanked together.
He snapped the metal flogger hard on the top of her buttocks.
She squealed. “Ow, that hurt. And cold.”
He flicked it again on the opposite butt cheek. “Ow!”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” Logan grabbed her hair from the root and pulled her head towards him.
“I’ve had better nights.” She glared at him.
“It’ll go easier for you if you tell me. But you want to keep stalling, I can swing this flogger all night long.”
