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photos she’d seen of Japanese rope bondage were absolutely beautiful, more artistic than sexual.
    And if she was honest with herself, she wanted to know what Logan did to earn him a bondage bunny fan club.
    Rachel eased her knee off his dick and lowered her leg to the floor. “Fine. I’ll try it. For the story. Will you talk me through it? Explain what you’re doing?”
    He blinked a few times as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly. “Will I be explaining it to Rachel the woman or Rachel the reporter?”
    How could she answer when she didn’t know herself? She took a step back, needing some distance from him in order to maintain a clear head. “Does it matter?”
    He smiled as if he knew what she was doing. “I thought you were braver than that, Tiger.”
    Logan may have left the US Army, but it had left its mark on him. He stood like a soldier at attention, his spine tall and his shoulders rigid. In the heat of the moment during one of their many banters, she’d lobbed the nickname “Soldier Boy” at him, to which he’d thrown back the nickname “Tiger” at her.
    â€œWhy do you call me Tiger?” she asked.
    His tongue swiped across his lower lip, leaving it glistening. “Tigers are cunning, ferocious . . . with cutting claws and a razor-sharp bite. They go after what they want.” Taking away the precious space she so desperately required to stay in control, he inched closer.
    That’s how he saw her? As a dangerous predator?
    She moved to push him away, but he trapped her wrists in his hands.
    His gaze burned into her. “But they’re also sleek and stunning creatures who are fighting to survive just like all the other animals in the wild jungle.”
    Although she was dressed, she felt completely exposed, as if he could see straight into the heart of her. And that terrified her. If he could scratch underneath her surface with such ease, what would happen if she ever let her guard down with him? Was her desire to feel his ropes on her worth the risk?
    Yes. After all, she was apparently a tiger, and tigers were brave.
    She puffed out a breath before admitting the truth as to which Rachel he’d bind tonight. “Both. I’m doing this mostly for the story, but I’m doing it for me as well.”
    A slight smile played at the corners of his lips. He picked the rope off the table and grabbed his duffle then, taking her by the elbow, brought her over to part of the dungeon that wasn’t being used.
    Her gaze fell onto the wooden spanking bench. She hoped he wasn’t thinking of putting her over that thing.
    He squeezed the crook of her arm lightly. “We’re not going to do anything other than bondage. I just chose this area because it was empty. Sadomasochism and discipline aren’t my kinks. I tie women up and give them so much pleasure, they think they’ll die from it.”
    The idea was hot, but she knew he was full of shit. Yeah, an orgasm was nice, but it was a minute of pleasurable tension followed by a few seconds of pulsing. Nothing to write home about. She smoothed her fingers over the rope, surprised by its softness. “And what about your pleasure? Do you fuck the women when they’re tied up?”
    â€œOccasionally, but it’s not about the sex. My pleasure comes from the power of having her at my mercy and from holding her trust in my hands.”
    It was on the tip of her tongue to ask if merely holding her trust in his hands gave him an orgasm, but when he began sliding the rope over his hands, she became distracted.
    â€œAny health concerns I should know about? Circulation problems? Any issue with claustrophobia or anxiety?”
    â€œNo physical or mental health issues,” she said, wondering if he was this invasive with all the women he played with. And according to her friend Gracie, Cole’s former slave, he played with a lot.
    He folded the rope