He let go of her hair, gave the flogger a flick against the top of her thigh, took three steps back and swing it, the metal balls clinking together. He threw the flogger, so it came down hard on her back, and with each stroke, she gasped as it landed. Her fingers curled, but her head dropped, it was clear she was battling with herself not to let go.
He worked it in figure eight, sailing it through the air, landing it on her ass, liking the shade of red her ass turned.
And the tension finally left her body. A sob escaped her lips. Logan walked around, to her front.
“Look at me, Kitten. I want to see your face.”
With her hair head forward, her arms tied above her, she looked, she looked compliant. But Logan saw the effort it was costing her to hold on to her walls, and he wouldn’t let her.
“What about the night made it bad?” He struck her nipple, and she bit her lip and glared at him. Still too much fight in her for his liking, Logan strode up close to her and grabbed her chin. Her breathing hitched.
“Have I ever done anything to make you question my intentions?”
“No, Sir.” Her voice was quiet.
“Have I ever done anything to make you feel unsafe?”
She shook her head from side to side.
“I didn’t hear you.”
God, those eyes bore right into his damn soul.
“No, Sir.” Her voice caught in her throat.
“Remember that.”
Logan stepped back, waiting until Harper looked at him, then threw the flogger.
When her breasts turned a shade of deep rose, he took a step back and lightly, as if he was tossing feathers in the air, brought the metal strands along her spine, slowly, drawing the motion out. Harper’s shoulders shook. He kept up the pace, stepping in front of her, wrapping the strands over along her sides.
She gasped and whimpered.
And for once he wished her hair was up so the dark curtain of hair wasn’t hiding her expression.
“Let go, Kitten.”
He sailed those metal strands through the air, throwing them with absolute accuracy, so they came down around Harper’s side, and she giggled.
He stepped closer, moving his wrist ever so slightly, trailing the metal strands over her ribs, over her breasts, again and again, watching as she slowly lost control.
Christ, it was beautiful to see how her determination fell to the sensations Logan created through her body. She laughed, straining forward, fighting to stand.
Logan smiled. “Don’t!”
Harper leaned back as far as she could.
Logan stepped closer, flicked the flogger once more over her right side and kissed her, swallowing her giggles.
There was his Kitten, without the staunch shelf of defiance she had at the beginning of the night.
He traced her perfectly shaped eyebrows and kissed her forehead. Returning the metal flogger to his bag, he took out two more items.
“What else happened?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I know. Tell me anyway. Honesty, remember?” Logan laid a soft flogger beside the other items on the table. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, Harper closed her eyes against his every touch, then his fingers travelled to her folds, around her clit. Harper shook her head, and Logan withdrew his fingers.
