couldn’t possibly have the frame of reference to understand the kind of scum she was up against.
The last thing Logan wanted to do was hurt her again, but he had to give her a clue.
As he stepped toward her, she looked braced for battle. Challenge sparkled in her pretty dark eyes. He stared. She was up to something. Whatever it was, he couldn’t let her win. He’d been a prick to her once to save her life. History was destined to fucking repeat itself.
His gaze brushed over her rosy, hard nipples as she folded her tiny little thong and set it on top of her clothes. Obediently, she dropped into position, on her knees, head down, palms up.
God damn, what he wouldn’t give for her submission to be real.
“Better, Cherry.”
He glanced across the room at the mat Callie had occupied earlier. The thought of putting Tara in that same spot curdled his gut. Ditto for the spanking bench. Logan didn’t want to do the usual with her. His eyes lit on the bed he’d never used. Xander had insisted on something cozier, and Logan hadn’t cared enough to refuse.
Perfect.
“On your feet.”
Tara hesitated, a moment’s surprise flashing across her delicate face, before she stood gracefully, eyes still downcast. She’d been doing her homework, and he applauded that. It also meant that it might take more than he’d planned to rattle her.
“Walk to the bed. Stand beside it and wait for me.”
Shoulders set with determination, she made her way across the room. Logan watched the sway of her hips, the roll of her prime ass. When she reached the foot of the bed, she turned to face him, her skin was flushed, her expression sultry. She was enjoying the knowledge that he wanted her. The thought of keeping her naked and aroused, her sweet cunt ready for him . . .
No, he had to prepare her for a mission or goad her into quitting.
Logan prowled toward her, then sat on the silk sheet. “Come closer.”
“Don’t I get a safe word first?”
Cherry was more interested in a safe word than beginning her training? She was definitely up to something. “How about . . . Romeo . If that word clears your lips, we’re done.”
She shot him a startled glance, then cleared her features. “ Romeo . Okay.”
“Good. Lay yourself across my lap and present your ass for punishment. No coming.”
“What the—” Tara stopped herself and bit back her irritation.
“And no talking. If I was capable of selling you to a Colombian drug lord willing to pay five million dollars for the privilege of raping you, do you think I’d be letting you speak? Follow directions or suffer more punishment.”
Her body tensed as she lowered herself awkwardly over his thighs. Immediately, he knew Cherry had never done this. She wasn’t sure how to balance her weight, where to perch. That fact pleased him more than it should.
With a guiding hand on soft skin that only made him want to fuck her more, he helped her settle. “Count for me, Cherry. Lose track, and we start over.”
He needed to get on with scaring her half to death, but the sight of that pale, curvy ass spread across his thighs had Logan swallowing down a fireball of lust. Nothing was going to help his cock. It poked Tara, desperately seeking her heat. She kept trying to shift away, and instead rubbed herself all over it.
Logan stopped her with a hand at the small of her back. She’d stilled, but he could hear her heavy breathing as he caressed down until he palmed her sweet ass. He nearly groaned. God, he could sink his fingers, his teeth, his cock into that flesh and be one happy bastard.
Focus .
Raising his hand, Logan hesitated. He didn’t want to hurt her, but damn, he couldn’t afford to back off. If he had any hope of getting her to quit, he had to unleash some bad shit.
Steeling himself, he bypassed the warm up and struck her harder than he’d ever hit a sub. His swat landed on her right check with a deafening smack . She yelped, jerked. Logan winced. His palm stung like a
The last thing Logan wanted to do was hurt her again, but he had to give her a clue.
As he stepped toward her, she looked braced for battle. Challenge sparkled in her pretty dark eyes. He stared. She was up to something. Whatever it was, he couldn’t let her win. He’d been a prick to her once to save her life. History was destined to fucking repeat itself.
His gaze brushed over her rosy, hard nipples as she folded her tiny little thong and set it on top of her clothes. Obediently, she dropped into position, on her knees, head down, palms up.
God damn, what he wouldn’t give for her submission to be real.
“Better, Cherry.”
He glanced across the room at the mat Callie had occupied earlier. The thought of putting Tara in that same spot curdled his gut. Ditto for the spanking bench. Logan didn’t want to do the usual with her. His eyes lit on the bed he’d never used. Xander had insisted on something cozier, and Logan hadn’t cared enough to refuse.
Perfect.
“On your feet.”
Tara hesitated, a moment’s surprise flashing across her delicate face, before she stood gracefully, eyes still downcast. She’d been doing her homework, and he applauded that. It also meant that it might take more than he’d planned to rattle her.
“Walk to the bed. Stand beside it and wait for me.”
Shoulders set with determination, she made her way across the room. Logan watched the sway of her hips, the roll of her prime ass. When she reached the foot of the bed, she turned to face him, her skin was flushed, her expression sultry. She was enjoying the knowledge that he wanted her. The thought of keeping her naked and aroused, her sweet cunt ready for him . . .
No, he had to prepare her for a mission or goad her into quitting.
Logan prowled toward her, then sat on the silk sheet. “Come closer.”
“Don’t I get a safe word first?”
Cherry was more interested in a safe word than beginning her training? She was definitely up to something. “How about . . . Romeo . If that word clears your lips, we’re done.”
She shot him a startled glance, then cleared her features. “ Romeo . Okay.”
“Good. Lay yourself across my lap and present your ass for punishment. No coming.”
“What the—” Tara stopped herself and bit back her irritation.
“And no talking. If I was capable of selling you to a Colombian drug lord willing to pay five million dollars for the privilege of raping you, do you think I’d be letting you speak? Follow directions or suffer more punishment.”
Her body tensed as she lowered herself awkwardly over his thighs. Immediately, he knew Cherry had never done this. She wasn’t sure how to balance her weight, where to perch. That fact pleased him more than it should.
With a guiding hand on soft skin that only made him want to fuck her more, he helped her settle. “Count for me, Cherry. Lose track, and we start over.”
He needed to get on with scaring her half to death, but the sight of that pale, curvy ass spread across his thighs had Logan swallowing down a fireball of lust. Nothing was going to help his cock. It poked Tara, desperately seeking her heat. She kept trying to shift away, and instead rubbed herself all over it.
Logan stopped her with a hand at the small of her back. She’d stilled, but he could hear her heavy breathing as he caressed down until he palmed her sweet ass. He nearly groaned. God, he could sink his fingers, his teeth, his cock into that flesh and be one happy bastard.
Focus .
Raising his hand, Logan hesitated. He didn’t want to hurt her, but damn, he couldn’t afford to back off. If he had any hope of getting her to quit, he had to unleash some bad shit.
Steeling himself, he bypassed the warm up and struck her harder than he’d ever hit a sub. His swat landed on her right check with a deafening smack . She yelped, jerked. Logan winced. His palm stung like a
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