As soon as the word flashed in her mind, her body tensed. Even with good intentions, Logan would fail on that promise of an orgasm. It was one thing to relax her with a massage, to get her motor cranking for sex, but it was an altogether different story when it came to a climax. Oh sure, she would get to the edge, but she never fell over. She’d just teeter there on the apex of the climax mountain and slide back down the wrong way after the guy got discouraged.

“You know, I can hear you thinking, Rachel,” Logan said softly, his hands no longer moving. “You were relaxed for a while. Want to tell me what happened?”

No, she didn’t. She just wanted to get back to that place where fear and recrimination didn’t exist. Kate and Danielle had spoken to her at length about the high they got from surrendering to their lovers, but she never quite got it. She still didn’t. Not completely. But she was beginning to understand it. She’d taken care of herself for so long, she didn’t know how to let anyone else do it for her.

“I don’t know,” she said, opening her eyes. He didn’t press her for more. Just nodded, clearly not buying the lie, but having the decency not to confront her on it. Her body hummed with arousal as she realized Logan was straddling her again, the only thing separating his cock and her pussy, tiny bits of fabric covering them both. If she raised her hips and he pulled aside the cotton, he could drive himself into her, filling her and stretching her with what appeared to be an above average-sized dick. Maybe she wouldn’t come, but she’d still enjoy it. And even better, she could take back the control she desperately craved. Make him come hard so at least he’d go to sleep and leave her alone with her racing thoughts.

His hands braced her hips as he stared at her, his eyes crinkled in curiosity. When he removed himself from his position over her body, she couldn’t help the knot of disappointment stuck in her throat. He was giving up. She should be used to it, but she had a moment of weakness, believing he might be different.

He strode over to the window and bent, retrieving his duffle bag. Well, she wouldn’t be getting an orgasm, but at least she’d gotten one hell of a massage out of it. Maybe now he’d help her find a computer and she could get to work while he slept. That way, by the morning, she’d have a lead on who this Leopold was and why those agents were so interested in him. Once they got back on the road, she’d get her two hours of sleep and she’d be golden by the time they showed up at the port tomorrow afternoon.

Jarring her, he dropped the bag on the mattress. With a purposeful stride, he returned to stand by the side of the bed and rifled through his bag, coming up with rope and three bandanas.

Her stomach performed somersaults over the items in his hands and the wicked gleam in his eyes.

He hadn’t given up.

He’d just gone for reinforcements.

Heaven help her, she was about to be inducted into the kinky hall of fame.

Her eyes settled on the growing bulge behind his boxer briefs. Hell, the tip of it was peeking out at the top. He wasn’t just packing. He was huge. No wonder he was so cocky. He had the goods to back it up.

At the lick of her lips, he scoffed, catching her eying him appreciatively. “I told you, I’m not going to fuck you tonight, so stop looking at me as though you’re starving for me, because no matter how much you want it, you’re not getting it tonight.”

“But, if I’m willing and you’re aching, what’s the problem with me relieving that ache for you?”

“The problem is you’re not ready to be fucked by me yet.” He bounced the rope between his hands, his voice taking on a deeper, stronger tone. “Baby steps, Tiger. You need to learn how to give up control before I reward you with my cock. I won’t die if I don’t come tonight, so don’t worry about taking care of my needs. In this room, I am in control and the only thing I want is you naked right now, so while I stand here and watch, I want you to take that shirt off and slide those panties that are teasing me out of my ever-fucking mind because I want to see what belongs to me now. I need to play with those gorgeous tits of yours, see how sensitive they are, get my lips around those nipples that are poking out at me through your shirt, begging me to suck on them. I want to check if that pussy is as spicy as that mouth of yours during our verbal sparring sessions or as sweet as it is when you’re crooning to that ugly-assed dog of yours. And darlin’, the only thing I want you to do is nothing.”

He placed one knee on the bed and leaned toward her. “You’re not responsible for your orgasms, you got me? They’re mine. Mine to give. Mine to take. And trust me, when I want something, I get it.”

She made her living with her voice, but she was struck speechless. No one had ever spoken to her like that in her life. Her friends had laughed about a dominant man and how they could use their voices to train their pussies into coming on demand. Rachel had always assumed they were full of shit, exaggerating. No one could come on demand without physical stimulation. Now, hearing those words come out of Logan’s mouth in that panty-melting, pussy-creaming way of his, she could believe it. Her clit was pulsing, swelling from his voice. If he could manage that from just his voice, what the hell would it be like when that mouth actually touched her?

She exhaled a loud breath, thinking about his tongue flicking at her clit and his breath bathing her in its fiery heat. “You keep your kink junk in your go-bag?”

As if he could see straight through her defenses, he smirked. “None of this is ‘kink junk’ as you put it. They’re essential items for any go-bag. You can turn any ordinary household item into something kinky. Since I’m going to blindfold, bind, and gag you,” he said, picking up the bandanas and then dangling them in his hand, “you’ll need a way to communicate if you want me to stop.” He handed over one of the strips of fabric. “If you drop the bandana, I’ll remove the gag so you can talk. Now let me see what’s mine.”

She swallowed hard, nodding. Trust didn’t come easy to her. Even her friends didn’t know who she was underneath the woman they knew as Rachel Dawson. How could they when she could barely remember? But for some reason, she did trust Logan Bradford, and that had to mean something. Maybe, just maybe, he was seeing the woman she’d kept hidden away from the rest of the world. She trembled, the thought equally exhilarating and terrifying. What if she bared herself to him and he found her lacking?

Logan claiming ownership of her shouldn’t set her blood on fire, but it did. It’s temporary, she reminded herself. There was nothing wrong with giving up control and gifting it to another. She’d done the countless hours of research for her exposé on BDSM and had spoken at length with both Danielle and Kate. There was strength in submission. She couldn’t deny it. And she was strong.

She just wasn’t sure if she was strong enough.

Guess there was only one way to find out.

Chapter Ten

“STAND UP,” LOGAN said, hauling her to her feet. “Now take off your clothes, starting with your shirt.”

Man, he was bossy. Yet somehow, the bossier he was, the slicker she became between her thighs. She wondered what he’d do if she refused. Would he spank her? Did she want him to? She smashed her lips together to keep from giggling. Maybe another time she’d try it and find out.

She slid her shirt up her body and over her head, dropping it on the floor. Logan’s heated gaze went straight to her chest as she reached around to unclasp her bra. As it fluttered away from her breasts, he inhaled sharply and bit down on his lower lip as if this was the first time he’d seen them. His hands were clenched into fists and she watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.