Master of the Inn (9 page)

A soft moan escaped her lips when he pushed his finger
inside her.

“You. Are. Mine.” He moved his free hand up to her breasts
and tugged on her nipple. “Can you handle that?”

“Yes.” Mesmerized by his every action, she couldn’t take her
eyes off him in the mirror.

“Things will get deep. Do you remember your safeword?” He
inserted another finger into her pussy bringing her closer to the edge. “That’s
how you’ll tell me to stop if you don’t like what I’m doing to you.”

What’s he planning on doing to me?

“You may say it whenever you need to and all play stops.”

The pressure continued to build inside her until she could
take no more. As she teetered on the edge of pleasure, Logan pulled his fingers
out stopping her from climaxing. Her eyes connected with his in the reflection
of the glass.

“We need to take care of the details and then we’ll see
about letting you come.” He ran his wet fingertips over her lips, forcing them
into her mouth. “Taste where I’ve been.”

She sucked her tangy arousal from his fingers. She’d never
tasted herself before, but doing it with Logan only increased her desire.

“What is your safeword, cupcake?”

“Um…” Her thoughts were cluttered and her body turned on.
How could he expect her to remember her safeword? “Can’t I just say stop?”

“No. You chose
spinach
and I want you keep that since
it’s something you’d never say during sex. Tonight there might be times when
you’ll think you want me to stop but you’ll work through the pain to get to the
pleasure.”

Pain?

“You’re afraid. I can see it in your eyes. Do you want to
play with me?”

“Yes, but how much pain?”

“I’m not going to give you any more than you can handle. I
know you trust me. This is where we begin building a much deeper trust. I won’t
violate that bond we have. You have all the power. As long as you remember your
safeword, you can stop me any time.”

He turned her to face him. “Trust me.” He barely touched his
lips to hers, but she felt the electricity course through her body. “Are you
ready? Tell me your word.”

“Spinach.”

“Very good, that is after all, the reason we’re entertaining
this evening.” He cupped her backside, squeezing it hard beneath his hands.
“Let’s go.”

Once through the bathroom door, she knew there was no
turning back. Logan needed this. He wanted her and she wanted to give herself
to him completely. She had to show him she could be everything he needed. After
all, he was everything she could have dreamed of.

He led her across the room, to the chair by the huge windows
that overlooked the front of the property. A light rain fell, misting the
ground and a breeze kicked up blowing the leaves from the trees.

“It looks awfully nasty out there tonight.” He sat in the
chair, pulling her into his lap. “I’d much rather be in here doing nasty things
to you.”

She leaned forward to kiss him, but he turned his face.
“Have you forgotten who is in charge?” He suppressed a smile when she let out a
frustrated sigh. “You are a naughty girl.” He flipped her over his knee,
positioning her so her backside was in the air.

Maybe he was going to spank her. That she could handle.

He ran his palm over her flesh. “So smooth and creamy. What
color do you think it will be when I’m finished?”

She closed her eyes and focused on his strong muscular hand
caressing her skin, but her eyes popped back open when she felt a hard,
unexpected swat land on her ass.

“I asked you a question.”

“I thought it was rhetorical.”

Another smack, even harder than the first.

 “Ouch!”

“Don’t disappointment me, cupcake. You may only speak if I ask
you a question.” His palm connected with her flesh again. “What color is this
creamy ass of yours going to be when I’m through with you?” He hit her again.
“Answer me.”

“Red.” His strikes weren’t terrible but enough to cause
discomfort.

“Good girl,” She felt his warm breath caress neck when he
lowered his head to speak to her. He ran his hand along her backside, slipping
it between her legs and rubbing her center. “Do you like your punishment?” He
pushed a finger inside her pussy.

“Yes,” she breathed out as he worked her from the inside.

While he continued to finger her with one hand, he swatted
her backside with the other creating a pleasurable tempo. She felt the tension
building inside her, threatening to spill out at any second. The more he hit
her, the more his finger moved inside her. She thought she’d explode from the
sensation. She gripped the armrest of the chair, clenching her muscles and
readying herself for the inevitable, when Logan withdrew his fingers and
stopped swatting her, leaving her whimpering with need.

He maneuvered her into a standing position, placing her
between his legs. He had a dark, menacing look in his eyes. The ice blue color
clouded with stormy gray overtones.

“That was just the beginning.” He took her hips in his big
hands and pulled her closer to him, resting his head against her stomach. She
fought the urge to run her hands through his hair when she remembered she
wasn’t allowed to touch him.

“I’m going to keep you on the verge of climax for as long as
you can stand it. I want you to remember who your pleasure belongs to.” He
trailed kisses down her abdomen and to her mound. “You are mine.” He slipped
the tip of his tongue inside her entrance and kissed with the same attention he
would her mouth.

Oh, fuck!

She couldn’t hold on. How could she be expected to linger
between release and denial? He continued to torture her with his tongue until
her knees buckled. He pulled her down to his face. “Kiss me.”

She darted her tongue out, licking his chin before claiming
his mouth. Feeling his erection pressing against her breasts gave her a sense
of confidence. She took his face between her hands and deepened the kiss.

He pulled away and smiled making him appear less Dominant
but she knew he wasn’t finished with her. “You won’t unravel me, my little
minx.”

“Logan, please let me touch you. I want to make you feel
good.”

He stood and pulled her over to the foot of the bed.

“No more warnings. You will obey. Do you have something you
need to say?”

Spinach. All I have to do is say it, but do I want to?

“No, Sir. I want to please you.”

“Very well, but it seems I was too lenient on you a few
minutes ago. You spoke without being asked a question and you touched me
without my permission. It looks as if more discipline is in order.” He reached
under the mattress and pulled out a pair of black leather handcuffs. “Still
want to submit?” He dangled the cuffs in front of her face. “The choice is
yours.”

“You won’t hurt me?” She trembled at the thought of being
locked in the handcuffs.

“I know you trust me. Show me.”

Without hesitation, she put her wrists together and held
them out in front of her.

“Not like that.” He took her arms and placed them behind her
back, nudging her closer to the large bed post. He secured her hands together
around the wooden structure. Once restrained, the post was too high for her to
slip her arms over it. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

He kissed her mouth as his hands roamed her heated flesh.
“You’re a distraction. You make me lose focus. That doesn’t happen often.” He
stepped back, creating some distance between them. “My cock aches for you but
we need to work on a few things first.” She followed his gaze to the bed. “I
have something else for you.” He slipped his hand under the mattress again and
pulled out a black strap with a handle. He held it in front of her line of
vision. “This is my riding crop. I can make you do anything I say with this.”

What will you ask?

He stroked the leather tongue over her collarbone and down
to her breasts. “Drop your head and lower your gaze to the floor.”

She did as he asked enabling her to watch him trail the crop
along her stomach. His actions were slow but deliberate. He took his time
moving the strap across her hipbone and down her leg sending shivers throughout
her body.

 “The crop can be used for pleasure or pain.” He struck her
inner thigh hard enough to make her sensitive flesh sting. “I like to cause
both at the same time.” He stepped closer to her before slapping the crop
against her other thigh. Reaching between her legs, he caressed where he had
made contact. “Are you enjoying this?” He rubbed his thumb along her wet slit.

You know I am.

“Yes.” She moaned out her satisfaction.

“Hmm.” He slid the crop up her stomach and swirled the
handle end around her nipples as he kept a steady rhythm with his thumb between
her legs. “Don’t come.” He struck the side of her breast a little lighter than
he had on her thigh. “You’re not allowed.”

She sucked in a breath when the crop made contact with her
skin.

“Too much?” He slapped one nipple and then the other causing
a light burning sensation.

“Oh…” At first, he applied enough pressure to hurt, but once
the sting wore off she wanted more.

“More?”

“Yes.”

“Beg for it.” He moved the crop lower as he withdrew his
fingers from her pussy. “Do you want my crop here?” He ran the leather strap
across her mound. “Tell me.”

“More, Logan. I want more. I need to…”

“Not yet.” He brought the crop down against her aching
center. “You’re not allowed to come.”

“Please.” She desperately wanted to see his eyes – was he as
turned on as she was? – but she also wanted to know where he was going to take
this. She kept her eyes on the floor. The scent of her arousal swirled between
them, her juices dripped down her thighs and her clit throbbed from the
pressure building inside her.

“Who do you belong to?” He ran the strap over her slit as he
brought his lips to her jaw.

“You.”

“I already own your body but I’m greedy.” She heard the crop
hit the hardwood floor. “I want more.” He hiked her leg over his hip and
pressed his denim covered erection against her center. “Will you give me what I
want?”

“Anything you want?” She thrust her hips forward, rubbing
against the rough material of his pants trying to create some friction.

“Tell me I can have you. All of you.” He rocked into her,
spreading her lower lips with his fingers so that each time she moved against
him she felt the sensation she desperately needed.

“I’m yours, Logan.” She closed her eyes and gave into her
needs. The smell of him, his warm skin against hers, the way his lips lingered
just below her ear was too much. “Please…”

“Tell me.” He moved her hips faster. “Scream it out.”

“You! I belong to you. All of me.” She pulled against the
restraints trying to get even closer to him. “Mind, body and soul. It’s all
yours.”

“Let go, Elyse. Let go for me.” He grunted into her neck.

“God…” She thrust against him a few more times until her
climax took over ripping through her harder than she had ever experienced
before. She dropped her head onto his shoulder whispering his name over and
over.

He tilted her chin, kissing her hard on the mouth. “You’re
beautiful when you submit.” He reached behind her and released her hands. “Are
you okay?” He rubbed her shoulders and then examined her wrists placing soft
kisses on each.

“I want to please you,” she whispered.

“You did.” He kissed her forehead. “More than you know.”

“I want more. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Greedy girl.” He grinned. “I like it. Maybe I should spank
you more often.”

“Maybe later.” She rubbed his crotch feeling his desire for
her.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled her against him. “I’m still
in charge. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Crawl to the center of the bed on all fours.” He pointed to
the bed. “Now.”

As she did what he commanded, she heard him lower his zipper.
A few seconds later she felt the mattress dip beneath her, and then his breath
on her neck. The closeness of him increased her heart rate and caused her skin
to burn. Her arousal spiked. She needed him again.

“Ready?” With one swift action he pulled her to his chest
and thrust deep inside her.

She gasped from the speed, but once she adjusted she felt
nothing but sated. He stilled his movements taking his time to explore her
breasts and nipples with his fingers. Trailing hot wet kissing down her neck,
he gripped her hair and slammed his hips against her. With each thrust, his
cock slipped deeper until she could take no more.

As her muscles clenched, the sound of her heart beating
pounded between her ears. Bursts of white light flashed behind her eyelids just
as she felt his warm release shoot deep inside her core.

“Elyse.” He moaned as he continued to move in and out of her
until his cock softened. “That was faster than I would have liked.” He laughed
into her hair. “But, I already told you you’re a distraction.”

“A good one, I hope.”

“A very good one. The best.” He kissed the back of her neck
before easing her onto the bed and dropping down next to her.

“Logan, that was…” She didn’t know how to put what she felt
into words.

“Too much?”

She rolled onto her side and rested her palm against his
cheek. “I can’t get enough. The way you look at me when you’re in that Dominant
mode is so consuming. There is this intensity in your eyes that makes it hard
for me to breathe or even think. I just do what you tell me. The way you talk
is such a turn on.”

“You like it?”

“Couldn’t you tell?”

The sound of his laughter filled the room. As much as she
craved his Dominance, she loved his relaxed and carefree side.

“What is it?” She wanted to know his every thought.