Because she didn’t have use of her hands, he helped her sit, placing one hand on her hip and one on her back, supporting her weight as she lowered herself to the floor. Once she was settled, he slowly glided his fingers up her ankle and over her calves. Chill bumps popped up on her arms as she let out a puff of air through her parted lips.
His eyes locked on hers, and he slid his hands between her thighs, stroking his thumb back and forth. “Open your legs for me.”
He crawled between and spread them wide, placing her feet flat on the floor. Without clothes, this position would’ve been obscene, her pussy open for anyone to see. Even dressed, she felt vulnerable. She didn’t want to enjoy being out of control, but she couldn’t ignore the way her body was responding to Logan and his ropes. Thank goodness he had no idea how wet she’d gotten since he’d begun touching her.
“I’m going to do an open-leg crab position on you called Kaikyaku Kani.” He bent her legs, pushing them toward her chest. He separated the two pieces of rope and ran one down the length of each leg before wrapping it around her thigh and shin three times.
Heat snaked to her pussy every time his skin brushed across hers. Her position stretched the fabric of her panties so that it rubbed against her clit, and a slow pulse in her core had her aching for relief. She burned to touch herself to relieve that ache, but with her hands bound behind her, she was powerless to do it.
Kneeling, Logan busily and methodically worked between her thighs, only inches from her pussy. Could he smell her arousal? Was binding her arousing him?
He crossed the rope from one end to the other and tied it with a hitch. He rocked back, taking his hands away from her body. Breathing heavily and looking down at the floor, he clenched and unclenched them, over and over. Then he shot to his feet and rummaged through his bag, coming back and kneeling before her once again, this time with a long pink vibrator in his hands.
“Rachel?” His eyes locked onto hers as he swallowed hard. “Can I use this on you? I’ll honor your limits and use it over your clothes.”
It wouldn’t work. It never did. As aroused as she was, she still wouldn’t reach climax unless she rubbed her clitoris with her own fingers, and even then, there was only a fifty-fifty chance it would happen. She was a freak. Did she really want Logan and the rest of Benediction to know she couldn’t orgasm?
Then again, did it really matter what anyone thought about her?
“Yes,” she said, deciding she was too aroused to pass on the chance of an orgasm. “You can use it on me.”
Logan didn’t take his eyes off her as he flipped on the vibrator. The toy’s buzzing sent a chill racing down her arms, and although she hadn’t thought it was possible, her nipples beaded even tighter than before. Logan’s gaze dipped to her chest. His nostrils flared as he moved closer to her and laid the tip of the vibrator on her nipple. Her pussy clenched around nothing, and a loud moan spilled from her lips.
He lazily brushed the vibrator over her nipple, back and forth, before moving to the other nipple and doing the same. She tried to close her legs, tried to pull her hands free, but she was immobile. Completely at his will unless she told him to stop.
She didn’t want him to stop.
Their gazes locked and his lips inched closer to hers. He dragged the vibrator down her belly toward her waiting pussy, and she cried out when it rolled over her clit. He teased her, running it all the way down her spread slit before sliding it up again. With each pass of the toy across her clit, she felt herself edge closer and closer toward climax. The muscles inside her pussy tightened, her legs trembling.
Teasing her, he hovered his lips over hers, his warm breath mingling with her own. She wanted his mouth on hers. Wanted to know if he tasted as good as he looked. What would it take for him to kiss her?
“Please,” she whispered, pleading with her eyes.
His own hooded eyes darkened, his irises swallowed by his pupils. He cupped her cheek in his hand, skimming his thumb over her desperate lips. His mouth inched closer to hers, and she closed her eyes, ready for him.
“Sir Logan?” A voice she instantly recognized as her friend Gracie’s broke the tension and popped the odd spell she was under.
Rachel’s arousal slid away, taking any chance of orgasm with it. What had she been thinking? Thank goodness Gracie had interrupted.
Logan’s lips tightened into a straight line, and before he turned toward Gracie, he gave her a look that told her they weren’t finished. “Gracie, we’re in the middle of a scene.”
“Anthony Rinaldi is here,” Gracie blurted out.
Logan grew rigid, his hands balling into fists. “Where is he?”
A different and more familiar kind of excitement pulsed through Rachel. How the hell did Rinaldi get out of prison? He’d been held without bond, and his trial wasn’t for another two months. If she hurried, she could get the story on the air before any other reporter learned about it.
Gracie’s eyes were wide with worry. “Outside the front entrance with Master Cole and Adrian. I think they could use your assistance, sir.”
“Gracie, please help get Rachel out of the ropes. Since it was her first time, I didn’t tie the knots tight.” His eyes flashing a warning, he pointed his finger at Rachel. “Do not follow me outside.” Before she could protest, he dashed away, leaving her behind and treating her as if she was a helpless little girl. Which, in these ropes, she kind of was.
Grinning widely, Gracie knelt and quickly worked to untie the knots. “So you and Logan, huh? I knew there was something going on. Every time you were together, I could practically see the sparks flying.”
She raised her brow. “All we ever do is argue.”
“Exactly,” Gracie said as she untied Rachel’s leg. “It’s like foreplay for you two. He’s a lawyer. He loves to argue. And you’re . . . well, you’re you. You need someone who will challenge you. Logan won’t let you get away with the shit you pull on the guys you typically date.” She bit her lip, her head tilting as if she was pondering something deep. “I never considered it before, but I think a Dom is just what you need.”
“I don’t need a Dom, Gracie. I’m not into kink,” she said, disregarding the past few minutes as a fluke. “Tonight was about getting firsthand experience for my exposé on BDSM. Nothing more.”
Talking a million miles a minute about her concern that Rinaldi was here to hurt Cole and Danielle, Gracie finished untying her. Rachel threw off the rope and gave Gracie a quick peck on the cheek before racing across the dungeon and hurrying up the staircase to the main floor. Thanks to Gracie’s quick hands, she wasn’t far behind Logan.
Somehow without checking, he knew it was her. “There’s no story here, Rachel.”
“Are you kidding me? Rinaldi’s out of jail. That’s an eleven o’clock top story, and I’ve got an exclusive. No way am I going to miss the opportunity.”
At the top of the stairs, he stopped and turned, blocking her way. “Cole will never allow cameramen to get past his gate and onto his property.”
Anger suffused her. “I don’t need my crew. All I need to do is find out how he got out of prison and why he’s here. This is my career, Logan. It’s what I do.”
“Do it and you’ll likely lose your chance for an interview with Cole.”
She held her ground, squaring her shoulders and looking Logan straight in the eye so he’d know how much this meant to her. “I’m willing to take that risk.”
He clenched his jaw. “Well, I’m not. You’ll only get in the way.” He leaned toward her, getting in her face. “I see you out there and I’ll make certain Cole throws you off the property. For good.” He stormed off, heading toward the entrance of the club at the front of the mansion.
The hell she’d stay inside. She hadn’t backed down from a story yet, not even when her life was on the line. She’d stared down the barrel of a shotgun of a disgruntled landowner, waded through sewage to find environmental dumping by a Fortune 500 company, and braved a pack of pit bulls during a raid on a dog-fighting arena. Placing her life on the line was the least she could do to keep the world apprised of the injustices.