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will never have sex again.” Logan nipped her ear and gave her a swat on the butt before
he left.
Daniella sagged to the floor. What had just happened? Her breasts tingled from his
ministrations and her vagina ached with emptiness. She barely suppressed a scream of
frustration. Her fingers sought her clit, quickly bringing herself to an orgasm that only
seemed to emphasize her emptiness. Hot water still streamed down her superheated
body. She leaned her head back against the cool tile.
Could she give him what he wanted? Could she give up all control? Could she
surrender her will to him? She’d done that with Charles and he’d betrayed her trust.
Somehow she knew Logan wasn’t the same as Charles. Logan was clean and honest.
There was no deceit in him and he certainly knew how to play her body. She struggled
to stand on weakened knees. She turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. She dried
herself and pondered the dilemma Logan presented. What should she do?
Daniella towel the excess moisture from her hair and stared into the mirror. She
didn’t have the figure of a model and she’d always been a little self conscious about her
few extra pounds. Charles hadn’t helped with his constant nagging about losing a few
of them. Logan didn’t seem to care though. On the contrary, his every touch and look
made her feel sensual. She liked—no, she loved the way Logan made her feel. She knew
Logan thought she was beautiful and that certainty made her want to flaunt her body
rather than keeping it hidden.
Daniella dropped the towel and walked into the living room naked, her long, damp
hair streamed down her back. Logan stood looking out the window at the Sandia Valley
below. She took a moment to appreciate his rugged masculinity. His broad shoulders
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and narrow hips only hinted at the power she’d already felt. She wanted this man on
any terms. His games were a little frightening but she trusted him to keep her safe. She
wasn’t ready to leave. She wanted to know where his games could lead.
“Logan, what do you really want from me?”
Logan swallowed his drink before turning and setting the glass on the table. His
eyes narrowed and he smiled as he said, “I want you chained in my playroom and
seeing your state of undress, I think you’re ready.”
“Chained?” Daniella swallowed hard. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea.
Logan’s eyes blazed with life and his lips tilted into a half smile. “I like dominating
women in the bedroom. Outside the bedroom you’re an equal but not when we’re
playing. I haven’t played a scene in years…” He shook his head as if to clear it. “You’re
bringing me back to life and reminding me of things I haven’t thought of in a long time.
Not many women can handle my needs but I think you can. You liked being tied up.
You liked being out of control. You liked my domination. Not only did you like it, you
thrived on it. I think we’re well suited to each other.”
Daniella stared out over the valley. One lone balloon floated free above the city.
Daniella wished she were in that balloon, unfettered, soaring above all mundane
concerns.
Logan walked toward her and held out a hand. “Come with me. I want to show you
something.”
Daniella hesitated for a moment before realizing that Logan offered her the freedom
she’d just longed for. She was the one making decisions. Charles’ opinion no longer
mattered. If she didn’t accept what Logan offered, she’d always have regrets. She
stepped toward him and placed her hand in his. Besides, she smiled, Logan was right.
She enjoyed his domination.
Logan led her into the kitchen. He opened a door she’d thought was a pantry. It
wasn’t. Stairs led down to a basement unlike any she’d ever seen. Three doors led off
from the bottom of the stairs. In front of one closed door, Logan palmed a wall plate
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and the door swung open. The room was dark for only an instant before Logan flicked a
switch. He pulled Daniella forward so she could see the room. Logan moved close
behind her and held her tight against his chest while she took in the room.
Luckily he didn’t let her go. Her vision tunneled as she scanned the room. One wall
held something that looked like a target. A large wicker circle with a red X through the
center. Each end of the X had restraints—restraints to hold a woman helpless. One half
had two little platforms—for her feet, to help hold a woman’s weight? Probably, and
there was a restraint at waist level too. The platform looked as if it could swivel,
swinging a woman upside down or sideways. Daniella’s breath hitched as she
imagined herself bound to the platform. Helpless and naked, Logan could do anything
to her while she was on that platform. Dani wanted to try it but she forced her gaze to
the rest of the room.
As if the wheel wasn’t enough, there were other pieces of wicker furniture. Some
she recognized, some she didn’t. “What are all these things?” she asked, her voice
barely above a whisper.
Logan reached past her and pointed to a table contraption as he said, “That’s a
whipping bench—”
Daniella shook her head. “You’re not going to whip me. That’s a little too painful
for my tastes.”
“You’ve been whipped before?”
“No…”
“Then don’t judge. Just let your imagination soar.” He kissed the side of her neck
and continued, “The bench is good for other things. Notice the straps for your legs and
waist.”
The straps were wicker, a couple of inches wide, attached to split legs.
“I’ll bind you to the bench. Your legs will be spread. Your arms will hang down the
front legs. I’ve got cuffs for you. Once you’re bound, your cunt will be wide open to me.
Imagine what I can do with you in that position.”
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Daniella’s vision swam. Logan tightened his arm, helping her stay on her feet.
Pointing to the ceiling, Logan said, “That’s a suspension chair.”
A wicker chair hung from the ceiling. Two prongs stood up from a very narrow
chair seat and Daniella had no trouble figuring out what they were for. Her vagina
clenched as she thought of them buried deep and she realized that all her weight would
be on them. There was no other real support and the prongs were not small. They’d fill
both her channels while the clamps on the chains that held the chair made it clear that
her arms would be restrained.
He pointed to the circular platform on the wall. “St. Andrew’s Cross, also called a
saltire cross. I made it out of the bottom of a balloon basket. When I bind you to it,
you’ll be totally helpless. Have you ever had your cunt eaten while you’re hanging
upside down? The blood rushes to your head while at the same time your arousal
demands blood in the pelvis. The sensation is intense.”
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