Chapter Twelve
Continuing to drink in the supremely erotic sight before her, Fiona was lulled into a kind of trance by the repetitive motion of the blows Logan was laying on James. She had next to no knowledge about whipping or b*****e, but she was learning on the fly. The most obvious thing was that both men were deeply into what they were doing.
Since she’d appeared in the doorway—though neither of them had acknowledged her presence, she sensed they knew she was there—Logan had gradually increased the force of his blows. Probably he hadn’t wanted James to make too much noise until she saw for herself what was happening. Hearing sounds wouldn’t have been enough. As Logan had said, she needed to see. But now, there was nothing to stop James screaming until his lungs exploded—hence the ne
