Naughty Bits Part IV: The Highest Bid Read Online Free PDF Page A

stopped thinking. She let go of everything but being kissed by Logan Scott, thinking of him as hers. Her Master and no one else’s.
    When he lifted his head at last, they stared at each other. Nothing needed to be said, but so many possibilities whirled in the air between them. He gestured toward her car door. “Get in so I can make sure you’re safe and on your way before I go back into my shop.”
    “Will you work late tonight?”
    “I have a piece I’m finishing.”
    “I’d like to stay and watch. May I?”
    “I’m not much of a conversationalist when I’m working. It’s important to focus, to be sure I’m creating what the person is wanting.”
    “I just want to watch.” She tilted her head, giving him a look intended to be humorous, but instead she stayed serious. “I’ll only speak if spoken to.”
    She loved those sparks that ignited in his brown eyes. He had triggers for his Master cravings, the same as she had for her submissive ones. Maybe she wasn’t a full octane sub like Troy, but maybe worrying that she wouldn’t be as much of a sub as Logan wanted was inhibiting her getting in touch with just how much of a submissive she really was. She could already imagine the ways he might let her “watch” if she fully embraced her desires in that regard.
    “Your pulse just increased and I can feel your nipples becoming harder. If I reached under your skirt, you’d be wet, wouldn’t you?”
    “I’ve been that way since I first saw you today,” she said. Right after she’d received the box.
    The look in his eyes speared longing right to her core. “But something made you even wetter just now. Tell me what it was.”
    She amazed herself by doing just that. “I imagined you letting me watch you work, but you put a collar on me. Attached it with a long chain to the leg of the couch in your workshop area. Like I’m a . . . pet waiting for your attention. And I’m naked.”
    When he finished creating, he’d come to her, sawdust still on his hands, that fresh, sweet smell. He’d part her bare thighs and sheathe himself. She’d be so wet, no foreplay would be needed. He’d slide right into her body, available to her Master whenever he wanted it.
    She said all that in a whisper, her gaze dropping to his throat. He tilted her face up, fingers pressing hard into her tender flesh, his eyes on fire. “I like that idea,” he growled. His grip eased, somewhat, as he caressed her face. “But tonight, clothes stay on. You’d be too distracting for your Master otherwise.”
    When she closed her eyes, he tapped her cheek. “What?”
    “I . . . like it when you call yourself that.”
Her Master.
    “Good. Because that’s what I am, Madison. You’re starting to realize that, aren’t you?”
    Hoping.
Terrified, thrilled. But hoping.
    She felt as still as a bird in a box when they went into his workshop area. He nodded toward the small restroom facility, suggesting she use it before he got started. While she was in there, she heard a noise that drew things tighter in her lower belly. The clank of chains.
    When she came out, he’d added a couple pillows to the couch and some magazines, making her space more comfortable. Perhaps it was self-interest to give her a distraction, since having a chained girl staring at him while he was working might be a little distracting. She was a mass of butterflies. She was going to let him collar her, make her lie quietly at his command and watch him work. Wait on his pleasure, his attention. The fact she’d asked to be in such a position and he’d agreed was a significant step forward in their journey together. She knew he was as aware of that as she was, else he wouldn’t have reacted with that piercing regard, the possessive growl in his voice that had made her even wetter.
    He turned from the piece she assumed was his project for the evening and came to her, his gaze passing over her in that assessing way he had. Taking her arm in a firm grasp, he guided