Naughty Bits Part II: The Training Session (16 page)

She’d gone on the Internet to refresh her memory about how this all worked and shut it down just as hastily, horrified by pictures of women tied up like pretzels, tearstained expressions of seeming anguish on their face while large, fierce men stood behind them with raised whips or cattle prods.
Jesus.
She knew how the Internet could be. He’d been in her home, and it hadn’t been like that. Far from it. But then . . . there was an undercurrent when Logan was in full-on Dom mode, something unpredictable and dangerous, and there was some of that in those pictures.

She didn’t have to do any of it. The choice was hers. She could take her time, talk to Logan about it. He was as much a teacher as a practitioner when it came to BDSM. Yet he’d warned her more than once that overthinking it wouldn’t really help. It might make her more apprehensive than when she was just following her feelings, and those feelings said she longed to be around him, wanted him to take control again.

Just tell him you’ll do it, Madison. What are you waiting for?