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back. “Give in to it. I’ll make you feel good.”
    Logan shuddered as she thrust her finger in and out again. He felt his excitement rising high and fast.
    With her free hand, she reached around him and slid his cock ring off. His arousal rocketed to a level that felt so good it hurt, and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
    And then that damn questing finger found the tight bundle of nerves inside of him. He jerked away as she slowly rubbed the tip of that finger back and forth, as the sensations became too much.
    â€œNo. No!” The word was a reflex. He couldn’t have this—he couldn’t be vulnerable to her like this.
    But as she worked that spot, as his balls drew up tight and heat gathered at the base of his spine, Logan realized that his Mistress had been exactly right. She dominated him utterly, her touch sweeping him past the point of holding on to control and into a mindless haze of pleasure.
    â€œNo . . . Oh please. Please.” He could do nothing but ride the sensation as she edged past his control and forced his orgasm from him. With nothing else to hold on to, he leaned back against her surprising strength as his hips bucked once, twice, three times, his liquid heat jettisoning into the condom he wore as he climaxed.
    She held him as he convulsed, the orgasm racking his body. When the tremors finally subsided, he leaned back, out of breath, sweat coating his skin.
    She pressed back against him, supporting him for a long moment. Then she eased out from beneath his weight, stood, and circled around to face him once again.
    Logan was horribly uncomfortable. He felt raw, exposed, and he couldn’t look her in the eye—couldn’t look up at this beautiful, incredible woman who had not just gotten around his walls but had smashed them to bits.
    Logan was the kind of man who found pride in managing the things that life threw at him. But as he knelt before this woman who had upended his world, he didn’t have the faintest idea of what he was supposed to do.
    She didn’t let him wonder—she told him. “We’re not done yet.”

CHAPTER FIVE
    S carlett trembled as she reached for a damp cloth to clean the jasmine-scented oil from her hands. In front of her, Logan knelt stoically, gorgeous, glistening with oil, bewildered yet still powerful.
    Now that she had made it past the outer shell of his control, she wanted to continue to peel back the layers until she found his very core. Bending, she unhooked the length of chain attaching his wrists to his ankles and the one linking him to the heavy wooden bench. Offering him a hand, she helped him to his feet.
    â€œThat was beautiful,” she told him, and she hoped he could hear her sincerity. Logan being pushed past the barriers he had erected around his innermost self had been stunning, and she knew that the scene would be imprinted on her mind forever. “You deserve a reward.”
    She watched as a shiver worked its way down Logan’s hard frame. Her mouth went dry at the sight of him.
    Lacing her fingers in his, she pulled him to the chair she had sat in while Bren licked the wine from her thighs. With one hand on his chest, she pushed him to a sitting position, then placed one high heel between his legs and kicked them apart. While running her hands from his knees up his thighs, she looked him directly in the eye.
    â€œYou will behave.” She decided to leave his hands bound, to add to his feeling of helplessness, but left his legs untethered in a gesture to show that he had earned a tiny share of her trust.
    â€œYes, Mistress.” He was still meeting her eyes boldly rather than looking down, but Scarlett had the impression that, rather than an act of defiance now, it was because he wanted to see her.
    So she said nothing, instead removing the used condom, then wiping him down with the damp cloth. When she tore open a fresh foil wrapper and began to roll the latex sheath down the