More embarrassment swirled with arousal through her body. A fresh flush crawled up her skin. Additional moisture coated her folds.
Circling her again, Logan fused his gaze to hers and cupped her breast. Though her back faced the audience, no one would have any doubt that he was fondling her in public. It should bother her . . . but any time Logan touched her, it felt so damn good. When he pinched her nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger, nothing but sensation and his touch mattered.
Unable to stop the sound, she moaned.
Logan scraped a thumbnail gently across her erect nipple. “Nice.”
Then he withdrew a pair of clamps from his pocket, attached to one another by a chain. Each end had two plastic balls attached that looked like . . . cherries? She glanced back up at him.
“There are weights at each end. And yes, I bought these just for you.”
It seemed silly to think that she welcomed nipple clamps because he’d been thinking of her when he purchased them, but she did. Of course, when he secured the first, it pinched and burned—for a moment. Just as it settled into a mellow numb haze, he repeated the process with the other nipple.
Heat rolled through her, and the ache behind her clit began to pulse in demand. No denying how wet she was now. Her labia felt slick, unbearably swollen. No doubt, everyone in the audience could see, but somehow that only aroused her more. She whimpered.
“Quiet,” he demanded.
Not a second later, she heard a whoosh, then felt the tails of the flogger, almost like soft leather fringe, striking her ass. The sensation wasn’t pain exactly; it was too diffused for that. Instead, it felt more like a dozen fingers firmly caressing her, heating her skin. No way could she bruise from this, only catch fire.
Tara found herself arching, sticking her ass back for more. Logan splayed his palm in the middle of her spine and pressed gently, raising her backside another inch. Then he struck her with the flogger again, a bit harder than before. Still, it was pleasant, and she felt her mind begin to float away.
Smacks three and four each hit one of her cheeks. With her skin already sensitive, the burn kindled into a blaze. That heat spread outward, seeping into her bones. Her pussy clenched in protest against the emptiness that ratcheted up her hunger. And as he dragged the soft leather strips across her ass, fire burned under her skin, topped by a sweet sting that soon eased into a gentle tingle.
Closing her eyes, she gave more of herself to Logan, letting the shackles assume more of her weight. Her blood hummed as she awaited another smack with the flogger.
It never came.
Instead, he circled in front of her once more. “Look at me.”
She did, and the electric need in his eyes created an answering ping in her body. Whatever he wanted, yes. Tara knew she would give it to him, no questions asked.
“Good girl. Straighten up and spread your knees as wide as the pedestal allows.”
Pleasure and the sharp pang of want made her brain sluggish. It took her a second to process his command, but she complied finally. He nodded in approval, then tugged on the little weights one at a time. Fresh heat jolted down to her pussy. Her entire body tensed in need, and she whimpered.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured, his low, velvety tone warming her.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the flogger’s supple leather. The ends landed with a gentle slap right on her mound. The ache expanded, rocketing upward, outward until she swore that every nerve in her body was wired straight to her swollen clit. But it wasn’t quite enough to push her over the edge.
Tara tossed her head back and cried out, forcing herself to hold back a plea. She needed him inside her. She’d wanted him last night and this morning, but this ache was a living, breathing entity taking over her whole being, suppressing all but the desperate craving to feel Logan filling up every empty bit of her with every hard inch of him.
His burning blue eyes told her he knew that.
“Are you wet, slave?” he asked loudly. He wanted the audience to hear.
“Yes, Logan.”
“You’ve been very good. I’ll reward you soon.”
He dropped the flogger and stepped forward, wrapping one hand around her waist, anchoring the other in her hair. His mouth covered hers, his tongue demanding entrance, seducing her submission.
Feminine gasps erupted around the room. They confused Tara until she remembered Xander saying that not only did Logan never have sex with the subs, he never kissed them. And suddenly, she understood: Logan wasn’t just having her publicly submit. He was explicitly staking his claim.
Something warm erupted inside her. Though she couldn’t touch him with her hands because of the shackles, she met every nuance of the kiss with her own delight and need, showing him—and everyone—how totally she accepted him in this moment as the master of her body. He pulled her against every hard inch of his frame, her clamped nipples rasping against his bare chest. And she melted.
When Logan pulled back and searched her eyes with curiosity and wonder, he was panting. Tara wanted nothing more than to sink back down into that endless kiss and join with him forever, but he caressed her face, then stepped away. Every part of her ached for him, so focused on his actions, on pleasing him.
Then Xander stepped forward.
Tara sucked in a breath. He was going to touch her? In public?
“Accept his touch because I demand it of you, slave,” Logan’s voice rang harsh in the air, but his blue eyes scanned her, concerned and checking her response.
“Yes, Logan.” The words slipped out automatically.
With a wicked grin, Xander approached, trailing a finger in the valley between her breasts, caressing the underswell of one. Then he disappeared behind her and breathed kisses along her shoulders. Her skin tingled; she shuddered. Her belly knotted.
“If Logan gave me the chance, I’d fuck you here,” he whispered, caressing her ass. “I’d sink my cock so deep inside you while Logan plundered your sweet pussy. It is sweet, right?”
She whimpered. Her body craved Logan’s, answered to him, but this man skewed her system in some odd way. Maybe it was because Logan watched with a hot gaze. Had he overheard? Did he want to possess her pussy while Xander plunged his cock into her backside?
His sizzling words played in her head while he glided gentle fingertips over her body. A surge of passion from the audience swelled around her, nearly overcoming her. She could almost feel them holding their collective breath. But nothing affected her more than the need in Logan’s eyes. She swayed closer to him.
With his signature musky heat surrounding her, he approached, all business—and all man. He uncrossed his arms from his chest and settled his fingers over her clit, fondling her without hurry, for no other purpose than to jack up her need and watch her twist. Pleasure jackknifed through her body, a spike of need she found impossible to ignore.
“Is Xander whispering naughty suggestions to you?” He gripped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze.