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“Logan, please,” I request.

“As you wish, Logan.”

"Thank you, Plaything," I respond, closing the distance between us. Her new nickname slips off my tongue naturally—a luscious sexual toy I'm eager to play with. My fingers itch to trace along her skin.

"Plaything?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, a playful challenge flickering in her gaze.

"Because you'll be at my mercy tonight," I say. It's not just a statement; it's a promise I intend to keep. "You should know, I have particular tastes."

Her lips curve into a smile. "Do tell."

"Orgasm denial," I confess, watching her reaction closely. "The art of increasing stimulation, and then—" I pause, letting the word hang in the air, "stopping just before the point of climax. Over and over."

Catalina's breath hitches, and I can see that she’s intrigued. She wants to test her limits, to explore the edge with me. I'll be happy to guide her through the intoxicating highs and lows.

"Is that so?" she whispers, stepping closer.

"Very much so," I assure her. My hand reaches out to caress her cheek gently. "You'll soon discover just how intense it can be."

My fingers trail down her neck, feather-light touches that make gooseflesh in their wake. I lean in, my lips hovering just above hers, close enough to share a breath but not a kiss.

"Are you ready to be my plaything?" I ask, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, seeking the submission I yearn for.

Chapter 2

Catalina

"Sit on the couch across from me and make yourself wet," Logan instructs. His gaze never leaves mine as he leans back against the headboard and looks every inch the picture of control.

I swallow hard, my fingers trembling slightly as they slip beneath the waistband of my panties. My body responds immediately, craving the touch I'm about to give myself. I circle slowly, teasingly, watching Logan watch me. His approval is written all over his face, but it's the barely restrained desire lurking in his eyes that spurs me on.

"Tell me what you like," I murmur.

Logan tilts his head to the side. "I like watching a woman come undone," he admits. "However, I love bringing them to the brink even more. I like the power of having their pleasure at my command, edging them until they're begging."

My body responds to his words and the promise they hold. My movements become more deliberate, picking up my pace, only to pause. My chest heaves with the effort of holding back, but I still circle my now wet and swollen clit.

"Good girl," Logan praises. "Now stop."

I obey instantly, my hand freezing mid-motion. The frustration is almost unbearable, a sweet torment that has sweat beading on my forehead.

Logan rises then, moving toward me with the grace of a panther. He's all confidence and raw masculine energy.

"Let me show you how much I like edging you," he whispers and kneels in front of me, his hands replacing mine. His touch is expert, pushing me to the edge and pulling back with a precision that's maddening.

"Logan..." I gasp out, pleading without words for release.

"Patience." His own breath is coming faster now. "I promise it’ll be worth the wait. Oh, you like that, don't you?" Logan purred, his voice low and husky. "Watching me tease myself, just as I’ve been watching you?"

My cheeks heat, but I don't deny it. "I... I've never pushed my limits with edging," I breathe out barely above a whisper.

Logan grins at me. "Tell me, Catalina, what is it that turns you on the most? What is it that you fantasize about when you're all alone at night?"

I hesitate, unsure if I should reveal my deepest desires, but that’s why I enrolled as a service member in the first place: to have those needs met. His breath on her skin, the way his eyes seem to penetrate her soul... It gives me the courage to give in. "I... I like being in control," I confess, my voice trembling ever so slightly. "I get off on the idea of someone else, even a powerful man like you, submitting to my every whim."

Logan's eyes darkened, and a smirk curls his lips. "Well, Ms. Rivera, it seems we have more in common than you think." He stands up, his erection straining against his pants. "I've been known to enjoy a little submission once in a while," he purrs, "but only for the right partner."

"And... and what would I have to do to earn that honor, Mr. Bennett?" I flirt.