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“It’s fine Lo
gan, please give me the plate.”

His cheeks were flushed and the fingers on the plate had tightened to the point she feared the china would shatter beneath the pressure.

“You need to eat,” he murmured as he placed the dish before her. “You haven’t eaten all day.”

He served himself
and turned the platter toward Osaka. His wife served the older man before serving herself then, as Logan had done, turned the food toward the younger Osaka and his companion. While the elder Osaka’s wife smiled and talked to the other men, the younger Osaka’s companion reminded silent.

Once everyone was served, conversation was random and brief as they concentrated on their food. Macy
tried to ignore the dark looks still flowing between Logan and the other man.

What was his name? T’ong. No.
T’jang. That was it. Macy wasn’t sure how it was pronounced and was glad that she wouldn’t be called upon say it.

As soon as they were finished, t
he waiters quickly and efficiently removed the dishes. The older couple excused themselves and both Logan and T’jang stood as they left the table. As fresh fruit was brought out, T’jang Osaka addressed Macy directly for the first time that evening.

“How long have you worked for Quinn Enterprises, Miss Trent?”

“Almost a year.”

“And do you enjoy it?”

“Very much so.” She refused to meet the other man’s eyes, but not because she feared breaking some Japanese custom. While the man was very handsome–dark skinned, black haired, black eyed–there was just something off about him. Something she could never find attractive or appealing.

“I’
m sure Logan is a very thorough boss, isn’t he?”

“I
–”
What the hell did that mean?
She heard what sounded like a growl from Logan.

“If you ever want to change, mmm, bosses, ple
ase remember me, Miss Trent. I would be delighted to…have you. Just as I’m sure Logan has been delighted to have you.” While Macy was not use to men flirting with her and using sexual innuendo, she wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t recognize it when it did happened.

“Now, wait
–”

“Shut the hell up, T’ja
ng,” Logan said between clenched teeth.

His anger seemed to amuse the other man. “Where is that
famous control of yours, Logan? Hmm, lost to a pair of chocolate eyes perhaps?”

He rose
to his feet and motioned for the woman by his side to rise to hers. Just like an obedient little puppet, she stood. Macy gasped as she finally realized the reason behind the woman’s strange behavior throughout dinner. Osaka was a dominant and this woman was his submissive.

“If I were you, Miss Trent, I would ask him to translate the conversation he and I had earl
ier. You might find it very interesting.” He paused by Logan’s chair. “I will miss our adventures together, my friend.”

Macy waited until the couple
had left the restaurant before turning to Logan. “What did he say?”

His face wore
a closed, tight expression. Temper, or some other strong emotion, was still stamped across his features. He didn’t answer.

“He said I was fat, didn’t he? He would think so with that skinny little thing he had. I hope her bones
poke him in the ribs when he fucks her.”

Logan
’s burst of laughter astonished Macy. She wasn’t sure she’d ever heard him laugh. And if she had, certainly not like that.

“He didn’t think that. In fact, quite the opposite.” Another flicker of
some undecipherable emotion raced across his face.

“The opposite?”

He leaned back in his seat. “Yes. He offered to buy your services for the night.”

For only one of the few times in her life, Macy
Trent was rendered speechless.

“I
t’s true. He offered me one hundred million yen.”

“What!”
Macy’s screech drew the attention of several nearby patrons.

“Don’t worry,
I said I wouldn’t take less than two hundred million.”

Macy gasped.
“Logan Quinn! How could you?”

Of course he hadn’t. He’d told
Osaka it would be a cold day in hell before another man became Macy’s dom.

But that was somet
hing that she would never know. He took her arm and ushered her to the front of the restaurant. He motioned to the maître d’ to have his car brought around.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you to a club.”

Macy didn’t ask what kind of club. She knew. She bit
her lip and Logan knew she didn’t want to go.

“I want to show you my world, Macy.” Logan needed her to see the darkness
in his soul. To see what he needed; what he desired. And then he needed her to run the hell away.

*****

They followed a tall blonde man down a long hallway. The whole atmosphere of the club was one of understated elegance. The carpet was plush, the walls covered in linen wallpaper embossed with what Macy certainly hoped was fake gold, although it looked like the real thing. After several minutes of walking, their host opened the door to a dimly lit room containing a large leather couch, two straight-backed chairs, a table, and a matching ottoman. It looked like someone’s living room.

The blond man turned, bowing slightly.
“I’ll leave you here Mr. Quinn. If you need anything,” he threw Macy a killer smile as he spoke, “or anyone to help you, please let me know.”

After the door closed quietly behind him, she turned to
Logan. “Did he just–”

“Offer to help me satisfy you, Miss Trent? Yes, he did.”
He motioned for her to take a seat on the couch before joining her. “I want to extend the contract.”

Well, not exactly what she was expecting.
“Well I don’t.”

Logan quirked a
brow. “We both know you’re willing, Miss Trent.”


I guess you think that because I let you kiss me in my hotel room.”

His eyes locked with hers
. “We both know that if I stroked your pussy right now I’d find you so wet and ready for me that my cock could slide into you in a single thrust.” He leaned closer to whisper, “And you got that way
thinking
about that one kiss.”

Macy felt the heat rush to her cheeks.
He was so smug. So arrogant.

And so right.

She hated that.


And this little experience is something you want to include?” She indicated their surroundings with a wave of her hand.

“Yes
.”

Macy d
idn’t know what to say. If this was what Logan wanted, what he needed, could she let herself provide it for him? Faint shadows moved behind the tinted glass in front of them and she knew without having to be told what would be on the other side. A couple engaging in an erotic act—dominate and submissive. Somehow this seemed much different than what she’d participated in at his home. This seemed—impersonal.

Feeling without emotion.

Sex for the sake of an orgasm.

Logan continued as if he’d already made the decision for both of them.

“It’s who I am. And it’s who you could become. So easily,” he purred. “Look how far you’ve come already. Here you are, prim and proper Macy Trent, sitting in a bondage club, wearing a sexy black thong, ready to do anything I say.”

He leaned back in agains
t the soft leather with a masculine smirk of satisfaction on his mobile mouth.

His self-assurance grated just a
little.

“Says who?”

Yes, Macy had worn the dress–and the underwear–but not because he’d ordered her to. She’d worn it because she’d never worn anything like it before in her life. She’d worn it because that’s why she was with Logan–so she could do things she’d never done before.

She’d worn it because
she
wanted to.

“Go stand by the window, Miss Trent.

Th
is time the authority in his voice made her tingle in all the familiar places. Damn, but she
did
like it when that husky timbre let her know exactly what he had on his mind. “Can they see us?”

“No, but they
know someone is watching them.”

Macy stood and wiped her hands down the front of her dress. To say she was
nervous was an understatement. The glass went all the way to the floor and exposed the entire room beyond.

Logan dimmed the lights
even more, and the scene crystalized before her. A woman was strapped into an apparatus that swung from the ceiling. She was face down, suspended in midair. Her eyes blindfolded. “Why aren’t they naked?”

The woman w
ore a lacy bra and panty set and the man only a pair of blue jeans unbuttoned at the waist.

Logan
’s chuckle told her how naïve that had sounded.  She was watching a woman receive a lashing and all she could think to ask was why the participants were still partially clothed.

“I didn’t want you to be scared away completely on your first visit so I
requested that the couple keep minimal clothing on.”

“Oh.”
He had arranged this particular show just for her? Did that mean he wanted to restrain her, whip her?

Macy really didn’t want to watch, but somehow she found herself drawn to the scene.
Like a car wreck that you couldn’t turn away from no matter how much you wanted to.

The woman
writhed, pulling against her restraints. Her low moans told Macy that she wasn’t trying to get away and actually seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. And if the bulge beneath the man’s blue jean fly was anything to go by, he was more than enjoying it.

The whip in the man’s hand was no more than a handle with several thin lengths of leather attached. Every time he raised his hand, Macy wanted to close her eyes. The woman’s ass was cherry red but rather than crying out in pain, her pleas were for more. 

Logan moved behind her, his hands on her waist, so close that she could feel the heat of his body. For once she didn’t care that her waist didn’t indent as much as most women’s, all she cared about was Logan’s touch. She needed him to touch her.


He isn’t hurting her,” he whispered beside her ear, his warm breath making her shiver. “He’s giving her only what she’s capable of enjoying. They’re lovers, not strangers.”

He drew back
and Macy immediately felt chilled without him.


Put your hands on the glass,” he instructed softly.

Macy found herself obeying, lost in the sensual fog created by the couple in front of her and her undeniable craving for the man behind her. When she felt his lips tracing light kisses a
cross the nape of her neck, she couldn’t prevent the small groan that escaped her throat. He wasn’t touching her anywhere else and her body hummed with expectation.

“Are you wet, Miss Trent?
” His tongue traced the delicate arch of her neck. “Does the sight of these two expressing their sexual appetite for one another excite you?” He nibbled warm kisses along the curve of her shoulder. “I’d like to share that experience with you, Macy. To push you past the point of pain into the most intense pleasure you’ve ever known.” His hands settled once again on her waist. “Let me show you what pleasure can come from a tiny bit of pain.”

His hands smoothed up over her ribcage to cup her aching breasts. The thin laye
r of satin provided little hindrance to his touch as he worked her bodice down to free her for his touch. Her breath caught as his fingers flicked over her nipples, hardening the tiny buds until they became almost painful.  She gasped as his fingers tightened, pulling on the puckered tips.

“Shh
h,” he commanded. “Enjoy the pain, Macy. Accept it.”

He pulled the
top of her dress farther down, letting the clingy fabric rest across her abdomen as he completely exposed her tender flesh to the cool air. Next he ran his hands across her belly and growled softly when she instinctively tried to suck it in. He continued his sensuous path down her hips, then retraced the movement, hitching her skirt up around her waist in the front.

His fingers trailed along her inner thighs
, idly tracing the tops of her silk stockings. Just when Macy was about to move his hand to where she needed it most, his touch shifted to the apex of her thighs, his warm hand covering her completely as he explored the wet satin thong with one long finger. Grunting his approval at her readiness, he pushed her thighs apart, spreading her legs for his leisurely exploration.

Macy bit her lip, catching the frustrated groan before it could escape. The couple in the room before them had moved from spanking to oral sex and Macy shivered as she watched the man’s impressive member disappear between the woman’s welcoming lips. Remembering how she’d once done that for Logan had her
arching against him, grinding her ass against the hard length of his dick as she silently begged him to take her. Just like this. Fully clothed. Watching another couple.

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