What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 2)

by Vi Keeland

  “I don’t mean it in a bad way.” She trailed her fingers over the hard plains of his chest. “You’re take charge, especially in the bedroom.”

  “I thought you liked that.”

  “I do, but there is another side to you. You’re soft and tender. Sometimes I catch you looking at me and you look so sweet.”

  “Only with you.” He kissed the top of her head. “I like the games in the bedroom and it drives me nuts how receptive you are. You’re so willing to give up the control, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to…” He stopped. He wasn’t sure he should finish. Maybe Elyse wasn’t ready to hear what he had to say. She’d already been hurt. He didn’t want to rush her into the emotions he felt.

  “What, Logan? What do you wonder?”

  “I’ve never asked this of any woman. I’ve done a lot of kinky stuff in the bedroom. I’ve done things at play parties that you wouldn’t believe. I thought aggressive sex was the only way I could be satisfied.” He’d never been this open with anyone, but with her he felt he could admit anything.

  “Am I doing enough to satisfy you? I don’t know about that lifestyle but I can learn.”

  “See? That’s what I mean about you being so willing, but that’s not what I’m asking for. I wonder what it would be like to let go of the control and just…” He ran his fingers through his hair and stared at the ceiling. Why is this so hard?

  “Make love?” she said so low he almost missed it.

  She gets me.

  He looked down at her in awe of her courage to say those words. “I’ve never referred to sex that way. I don’t know how to do anything other than fuck, but with you I want to try.” Maybe even let her lead. He’d never done that.

  She stood up off the couch and smiled at him as she reached for the buttons on her pajama top.

  “What are you doing?” He sat up and watched as she undid the shirt. His cock twitched when she slipped the top from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of pink panties.

  “What’s it look like I’m doing? Helping you give up all that control.” She hooked her fingers in each side and pushed her panties down her legs, bending down to remove them from her ankles. Straddling him, she took his face between her hands and kissed him. “Make love to me, Logan.”

  He leaned forward, breathing in her vanilla scent. “I can do that.” He pressed his lips against hers, taking his time to feel her. “I want to do that.” The sensation her naked skin created against his chest drove him insane with desire but he wanted to take things slow. Savoring the moment, he let his hands explore her shoulders and arms, never taking his lips away from hers. Who knew kissing could be so sensual?

  “Logan.” When she rocked against his dick he felt the warmth of her juices seep through his pajama bottoms. She broke the kiss to trail her lips along his jaw and down his neck. She placed hot, open-mouthed kisses across his chest, moving lower to his stomach and waist.

  He glanced down, fighting the urge to twist his fingers through her hair and guide her to where he needed her. Dominance wasn’t what this moment was about. He wanted something else.

  She looked up at him and smirked just before tugging at his pants. He lifted his hips allowing her to pull off his bottoms. She positioned herself between his legs, teasing his cock with the tip of her tongue. Then his balls, then the base of his shaft. She took her time with long, leisurely licks.

  It was all he could do to not grab her and make her take more. “So good.” He reached down and touched her face, running his thumb along her cheek.

  She gently pushed his hand away. Then she continued working her way up to the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue over the head. He could feel the tenderness in each of her movements. The heat of her mouth and the slickness of her tongue became his undoing. He felt the intensity in his stomach but once his leg muscles tightened he knew he was done for. But then she withdrew her mouth and kissed her way up his stomach, over his chest and to his lips.

  “Not yet, sexy.” She smiled as she climbed back into his lap. “I have plans.”

  He let out a frustrated sigh. No woman had ever dared to deny him, let alone hold off his orgasm. But with her, it was different. He found it amusing to let her lead.

  As she kissed his lips, she rubbed her pussy along the length of his shaft. If she kept that up, he would come before he even got inside her. With her tongue probing the inside of his mouth, she grabbed the base of his cock and moved the tip along her slit.

  “Fuck! We need to take this upstairs.”

  She shook her head. “Right here, right now.” She inserted the head of his cock inside her slick heat.

  “Whoa, cupcake, that feels too good. We need a condom.” If she didn’t stop, he would throw her down and take her.

  Control? Where is my famous control now?

  She whispered into his ear, “I’m on the pill.” She kissed her way back to his lips. “We don’t need a condom.”

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  She nodded as she worked her body onto his cock.

  “I’ve never done it this way before.”

  “I’m your first?” She rocked against him engulfing him in her warmth.

  “My only.” He closed his eyes and relished the feel of her. No physical connection he’d created with another woman had felt like this. With each of her rolling thrusts he met her with a slow upward motion.

  She ran her fingers through his hair as she kissed him. Slipping his hand between them, he found her aroused nipples. He traced the pads of his fingers over her breasts getting lost in the sounds of the sexy noises she made each time he applied pressure to her nipples. The kissing became more frantic, each breath a little more labored until finally neither of them could take it anymore.

  Logan felt the intensity of his climax coming on, but he had to take her with him, so he lowered his hand between them finding her clit. She cried out his name when he pressed against it.

  “That’s my girl,” he whispered in her ear. “Come with me.”

  She gripped his shoulders and pushed down on him, clenching his cock with the muscles of her sex. “Logan… I…” She dropped her head down onto his chest as he came deep within her.

  He stroked her hair for what seemed like an eternity. She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. He detected a hint of vulnerability in hers. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip before placing a tender kiss on her mouth. “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “Giving me that experience.”

  “It was okay?” She pressed his fingers to her lips and gently kissed each one.

  “It was more than okay.” He pulled her into a tight embrace. “It has never been like that for me, Elyse. I’m good at demanding what I want, but I’m not so great with expressing my feelings.”

  “That’s okay.” She snuggled deeper into his hold. “I can feel it, Logan. I know.”

  “I just want you to know tonight was one of the best nights of my life.” He kissed her hair.

  “Mine too.”

  Chapter Nine

  Logan tried to keep up with Elyse as she breezed down the aisles of the market. Why he had agreed to go with her was beyond him. He watched her wiggle her cute, little ass as she made her way to the produce section.

  Now he remembered why he went with her. He couldn’t stay away from her.

  He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the back of her neck.

  “Logan.” She swatted at him. “What are you doing?”

  “Touching what’s mine.”

  “Not here.” She ducked out of his hold. “People are staring at us.” She glanced at the old woman who couldn’t take her eyes off them.

  “I apologize,” Logan said to the woman. “I can’t keep my hands off of her.”

  The woman smiled her amusement then went back to choosing her oranges.

  “See.” Logan reached for Elyse’s arm. “No problems.
”

  “You get the spinach.” She pointed to the case in front of them. “I’ll grab some potatoes. Then we’re out of here.”

  “I don’t like spinach.” He stared at the offensive, green leafy stuff. He’d had an aversion to spinach his whole life.

  “Funny.” She grinned. “You never mentioned that.”

  “Whenever would it have come up?” He rolled his eyes thinking back to that first night they were together. Of all the words to pick as a safeword, she chose the one vegetable he despised.

  “I’m making a wonderful Italian egg drop soup. You’ll love it. I promise.”

  “I don’t think so.” He crinkled his nose. “Can’t you put something else in it?”

  “Um, no, the recipe calls for spinach.” She picked a bundle of the vegetable. “We need it.”

  He shook his head. “I’m not eating it.”

  “Hey, my kitchen, my rules.” She pushed the spinach into his hand. “Now put that in the cart.”

  “Are you telling me what to do?”

  “Yes,” she defiantly told him. “What are you going to do about it?”

  She wants to play. Ever since that night on the couch, the sex had been different between them. It had become more sensual. They were learning one another. Making love with Elyse had been a defining moment in their relationship and while sex might have been tamer than what Logan was used to, it was still pretty hot. But, maybe his little chef missed the kink.

  When he tossed the spinach in the cart, he caught Cora watching them. He wondered how long she’d been standing there. She nodded at him before disappearing down another aisle. Elyse picked out her potatoes, never acknowledging Cora’s presence.

  Logan came up from behind her and whispered into her ear. “To answer your question, I have a riding crop with your name on it.” He nipped her earlobe. “I’m going to use it tonight, my feisty girl.”

  My bedroom, my rules.

  She looked over her shoulder, staring up at him with wide eyes.

  “No turning back now, cupcake. You started this game.”

  Elyse soaked in the large tub in Logan’s bathroom. He insisted on cleaning up the dinner dishes so she could take some time to relax. His affectionate side made her smile. He always found new and thoughtful ways to surprise her. Yesterday morning, he’d left an old book on the kitchen counter. The book contained recipes from his aunt’s side of the family. Elyse remembered some of the muffins and pies from when she visited the inn as a child. One of the things she recalled was the scent of those fresh baked goods filling the entire downstairs. She wanted to recreate that bit of nostalgia and have Logan’s guests leave with such vivid memories of their stay. She felt honored Logan would share them with her.

  Indulging in the hot, bubbly water longer than she anticipated, her fingers shriveled. She drained the water as she toweled off. She wondered what Logan had planned for her tonight. Two nights ago, they sat on the front porch drinking hot apple cider and making plans for the grand opening. He had impressed her with his marketing and advertising ideas. After the first of the year, he wanted to implement his business plan. There was no doubt in her mind that Logan would be a success. He had a charismatic personality, he proved to be more than handy, and he possessed a strong business sense. Pleasure Inn could be the talk of the area by this time next year. Elyse looked forward to seeing the place thrive. But even more so, she wanted to stay here with Logan and build a future with him.

  From the mirror, Elyse caught the door to the bathroom open. She wrapped the towel around her and turned to face Logan. He smelled of body wash and sported nothing but a pair of worn, well-fitting jeans. He must have showered in the spare bedroom while she had her bath.

  “Did you need something?”

  “You.” He stepped into the spacious room and moved behind her. “I have plans for you.” He trailed his tongue along the side of her neck.

  “What kind of plans?” She smirked.

  “Patience.” He tugged at her towel, releasing it from her body and letting it fall at her feet. “You’ll be naked most of the evening.”

  She leaned against his chest, reaching up to cup his face.

  He grabbed her hands and placed them by her sides. “Tonight we have rules. The first one is no touching me unless I give you expressed permission.”

  “What?”

  He pressed his finger against her lip. “Rule number two, you don’t speak unless I ask you a question. Do you understand?”

  She nodded.

  “Technically that was a question, but I’ll give you a few minutes to get used to the scene.” He slipped his hand down her jaw and across her neck. Her nipples hardened as she watched his every move in the mirror. “I’m in a Dominant mood tonight. Your little act of defiance at the market today triggered it.”

  Elyse wanted to push his buttons earlier in the day because she liked when his Dominant side made an appearance. She hoped he would want to play when she taunted him, but she thought more along the lines of an erotic spanking. When her eyes connected with his in the mirror, she wasn’t sure a sexy slap on the ass was what he had in mind.

  “If you don’t want to play, now would be the time to tell me. Once we enter the bedroom, I’ll expect you to obey my every command.” Moving his hand down her stomach and to her heated sex, he covered her pussy with the span of his hand. “Your body, this,” he swiped his thumb over her slit, “belongs to me. I’ll control all of your pleasure tonight. I’ll say how many times you come and when you come.”

  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 wa
nted 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.