Of course she trusted him. She wouldn’t have agreed to this if she didn’t. But trust was something new to her, and everything was happening so fast. It was as if she was a caterpillar in a chrysalis about to be reborn into a butterfly. And that terrified her because while butterflies were beautiful and free to fly, they had a short life span. Every moment spent with Logan, she was falling deeper and harder for him. Soon—if not already—it would be too late to save herself from completely metamorphosing.

And then what would become of her if he changed his mind and left her?

For years, she’d prided herself on relying on no one. She was a tough career woman who didn’t need or want a man in her life. But Logan had her rethinking everything she believed about herself.

Shutting out the chance to find love was the act of a coward. She’d thought she was so brave because she could face down a serial killer during an interview and help stop a dog-fighting operation, but the real truth was she was never in any real danger with the armed guards beside her and cameras filming live. It wasn’t until she’d been confronted with watching a man die a violent death that she’d learned what it was to truly fear for her life.

Before Logan, the only real risk she’d ever taken was leaving her family behind and starting a new life all on her own. But fear kept her from reestablishing a relationship with them. Fear kept her from letting go during sex and being able to experience orgasm.

She was tired of being a coward.

Which was why she had readily agreed to do a Shibari suspension scene with Logan for one hundred strangers. Trusting him with her body was easy. It was the submission that terrified her. When he dominated her, he knocked down all the barriers she’d built to protect herself from the fear of losing control. It was in those moments her heart was vulnerable to him. But with each passing day, he’d managed to chip away the layers of concrete encasing it until only a small piece of the protection remained.

Tonight he might penetrate that last layer and own her heart completely. He would uncover the naïve little girl she had buried and forgotten when she’d become Rachel Dawson, the girl who had grown up believing a wife had no choice but to obey her husband. As terrified as that idea made her, it also filled her with hope that she may finally have met a man who wouldn’t stifle her. Who would support her dreams and goals as if they were his own.

Wearing only jeans, Logan stood behind her, the hairs of his chest tickling her spine and his erection bumping against her lower back. His hands soothingly brushed up and down her arms. “Are you ready?”

He only meant to ask whether she was prepared for the scene, but to her, the question meant so much more.

She nodded and blew out a breath. “I am. I really am.”

He stepped away from her to pick up the hemp rope and a couple of other items, his whole demeanor changing from the playful man to the dominant one, a man who pushed her boundaries to the edge. He held himself differently and became someone taller, more formidable. He’d accept nothing less than complete and total submission from her.

It was a gift she wanted to give and wanted to continue to give for as long as he’d have her.

Earlier this evening, after dinner, he’d spoken at length about what would happen tonight during the scene, and they had gone over her limits. Because there was suspension involved, he wouldn’t gag her, the ability to communicate too important during this complicated scene. He’d tie her in a Japanese bondage sideways suspension called Yoko Tsuri.

The control freak in her wanted to watch every single knot he made along her body, but to surrender more freely, she kept her eyes focused ahead of her, ignoring the people, including Sawyer, watching the bondage scene with great interest.

Logan planted a kiss on her shoulder as he unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts. Her nipples puckered, caressed by the air. His lips disappeared, replaced by the soft whisper of the rope along her spine. Then with shocking ease, he ripped away her panties, leaving her completely bare. “Grab your ankles.”

She shivered at his words, as well as the knowledge of what was to come. She bent forward and waited, the anticipation and the position making her light-headed. Cool liquid dripped between the cheeks of her butt, and then Logan began pushing a butt plug into her.

He’d promised it would not only help prepare her for being taken by two men, but also keep her on edge during the scene. She inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth, relaxing her muscles to allow it in. The odd sensation of fullness was similar to his fingers, only the rigid plastic plug was less forgiving. He continued to push the plug into her, stretching her wide until finally seating it completely.

His hand smacked her ass, moving the plug inside her and sending a bolt of pleasure to her pussy. “Stand straight.”

Once she stood, Logan tugged her arms behind her, arching her spine and pushing out her chest as if proudly displaying her breasts to the world. Her wrists were bound to the small of her back. On instinct, she tried to move them, but the rope held her immobile.

Rather than panic, she smiled, her heart rate slowing upon the realization that, short of a safe word and the limits they had negotiated earlier, she no longer had any control on this stage. Her eyelids grew heavy, and a warmth settled into her limbs. His ropes continued to slide around her upper torso like a lover’s embrace, creating the cocoon for her metamorphosis.

She breathed steadily as he went to work binding her body, her gaze raking over the busy beds across the club. Although public sex wasn’t something she wanted to try, at least at this point, she appreciated the buffet of scenes laid out in front of her, especially the bed with a redheaded woman kneeling between two men, one with smooth dark skin and the other olive-toned, each a beautiful contrast against her alabaster skin.

Rachel’s gaze homed in on the bliss on the woman’s face and the sleepy arousal in her eyes that Rachel could see all the way from the stage. The realization that soon she could be that woman sent an excited chill coasting down her arms. As the threesome shifted on the bed, the faces of the men caught her attention.

Oz and Rowan.

She could tell this wasn’t the first time they’d made love to a woman together, their bodies moving with certainty and precision as they positioned the redhead onto all fours, Rowan behind her and Oz in front. Rowan lined up his cock to her entrance and pushed himself into her fully, one hand holding the end of the woman’s braid and the other gripping her hip. His thrusts drove the woman forward, each one propelling her mouth onto Oz’s cock. Oz cradled the woman’s face in his hands as if she was a treasure, a complete dichotomy to the brutal force Rowan used in fucking her.

After meeting Logan’s friends, she would’ve never guessed quiet Rowan would take the lead in a ménage. In Tech Central, he hadn’t appeared to have a dominant bone in his body, but the Rowan in Paradise Found was just as dominant as the man currently looping rope around her waist.

Logan crouched in front of her, placing his hands on her thighs. “Part your legs for me.”

A quick buzz hit her clit, jarring her and stealing her breath with its intensity. She looked down just as Logan pushed a silver egg-shaped vibrator into her pussy.

The vibrations weren’t strong enough to propel her to climax, but they would certainly keep her primed and ready for whatever he had prepared for her later. The pulse in her neck beat to the frenzied rhythm of the music.

Rope wound around her thighs, and her attention flew back to Rowan, Oz, and the redhead. They had switched positions, the woman now on her side with one leg resting on Rowan’s shoulder as he plowed into her relentlessly while Oz ate her pussy.