by Vi Keeland
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.
“You showed me what it was like to make love and I introduced you to kink. Which way is right?”
“We can have it all. We can play or we can just be. Or a combination of both. Either way we’re connected. We can have the most satisfying sex life.” The thought of the things they could do sent a tingle between her legs. How many more orgasms would he grant her tonight?
He kissed the tip of her nose. “The most satisfying life.”
Chapter Ten
Logan flexed his back muscles as he put the last coat of paint on the sitting room walls. He looked around and smiled. The room would definitely be ready for Christmas. Elyse had gone out earlier in the day to find curtains and accents for the guest rooms. She said the place needed a woman’s touch. As long as it was her touch, he didn’t care what she came up with.
He glanced at the clock in the foyer. She’d be home soon. He wanted to shower and order dinner before she returned. He switched on the fireplace in their bedroom before stripping out of his paint covered clothes. He’d planned a romantic evening, eating by the fire and making love all night.
This was the most time they’d spent away from one another since she showed up on his porch that night at the end of September. Thoughts of her filled his head all day. He couldn’t wait for her to get home so he could tell her how much she meant to him. The past two months had been the most amazing time of his life.
As he stepped into the shower and lathered soap over his body, he thought back to a conversation a few days before – when he had realized just how much he wanted a future with her.
Logan had gone with her to her mom’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. When they arrived back at the inn he had every intention of carrying her up to bed, but they didn’t get as far as the living room. They lay tangled together by the huge picture window watching the snow fall.
“I can’t believe it’s almost December. I never would have believed two months ago I’d still be here.”
“I’m happy you are.” He kissed the top of her head as he pulled her closer to him. “Thanks for taking me to your family dinner too. I had a great time.”
“My mother adores you. She says she wants to come and see the inn.”
“Any time.” He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. “Maybe you could invite your family here for Christmas. We could have a big dinner.”
He’d wanted to do something to make her feel at home. Having her family for the holidays seemed like the right thing to do. It was about time she realized this was where she belonged.
“Really? You’d want my whole family to come?”
“There’s plenty of room. The guest bedrooms are almost finished. I want you to wake up here with me on Christmas morning, but I saw how happy you were with your mom and cousins today.”
“I do love spending the holidays with my family, but if for some reason they can’t come for Christmas, I still want to be here with you.”
“We’ll spend a quiet holiday together.”
“Just the two of us.” She hugged him. “Can we get a tree?”
“Anything you want.”
“I want a really big one. We could put it in front of this window and we can make love under it every night until New Year’s Eve.”
“I like the way you think.” He kissed her. “We’ll go to the tree farm next week and tag the biggest one they have.”
“I haven’t looked forward to the holidays like this since high school. With you everything is perfect. This will be the best Christmas ever.”
“Elyse.” He tilted her chin up. “I’ve gotten more done to this place in the two months you’ve been here than I had the whole time since I inherited it.”
“It looks wonderful. This place is going to be a great success. I’m so happy for you.”
“None of this would be happening without you.” He brushed his lips against hers. “I just want to say thank you for making me see what my purpose is.”
“I’m glad I could help.” She pushed him onto his back and straddled him.
“What are you doing?”
“I think my purpose right now is to ride you.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, woman. Lord knows I have a shitload to be thankful for this year.”
She tossed her hair behind her shoulder and laughed before sliding onto his cock.
Logan turned off the water, stepped out and toweled off. Elyse had changed his whole world and tonight he wanted to tell her how much he needed her. He’d gone over the papers with his attorney. Everything was in order for reopening of the inn. He’d begun putting advertising into place. By spring, Pleasure Inn would be a go, but the only way he saw his venture succeeding was with Elyse by his side. He wanted to make her a full partner in every sense of the word. Both in his business and in his personal life.
He had the perfect bottle of champagne to celebrate with. As soon as he ordered dinner, he’d head down to the wine cellar to retrieve it. Elyse was right. This would be the best Christmas ever. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out into the bedroom. Tonight they would start off the holiday season.
“I love the progress you’ve made in here,” a soft voice said from a chair in the corner of the room. “I’ve missed that big bed.”
“What the hell are you doing here, Cora?”
“I miss you.”
“How did you get in?”
“You left the back door unlocked.”
“You just walked in?” He’d have to do a better job of securing the place – especially when he opened the hotel to guests.
“I knocked, but you didn’t answer, so I went around back and tried the door.”
“You have to leave.”
“I just want to talk,” she said, as she got up and walked toward him. She wore a tight chocolate brown dress that zipped up the front and matching knee high boots. She wasn’t unattractive and if she’d put half the energy into finding another man as she did focusing on him, maybe she wouldn’t be alone.
“Let me get dressed and I’ll meet you downstairs.” He didn’t want to engage her in a conversation, but he did want her out of his room. The room he now shared with Elyse. It didn’t feel right to have another woman in here with him. If agreeing to talk to her was the only way to get her out, he’d do it.
“We can talk here.”
“I’d rather go to my study.”
She pouted as she reached out and ran her fingers down his chest.
He grabbed her hand and pushed her away. “What do you want?”
“To talk,” she said. “And then I’ll go.”
“Make it fast.” He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.
“She’s on her way home, isn’t she?” She laughed. “Oh Logan, what has she done to you?”
“You have two minutes to tell me wh
at you came to say.”
“You were a strong-willed man before her,” she said. “You took what you wanted, who you wanted, and you made no apologies. You were having fun and she ruined it all for you. She’s castrated you.”
“She’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“I see it, I see the way you fall all over her and do whatever she says. It’s sickening. Aren’t you supposed to be the Dominant one?”
“It’s called being in a relationship and doing for each other. She’s everything to me.”
She laughed.
“You need to move on. You and I were over before I even met Elyse.”
“I gave you your space. I thought if you had time to think about us and be alone you’d see how right we are for one another. You weren’t supposed to fall for the first slut who knocked on your door.”
“I’ve told you before and I’ll say it again, I’m not interested in you.”
“That’s not true. I know you remember all the things we did.” She glanced at the bed. “Just give me a chance to show you I can be everything you need. I’ll be submissive for you.”
“That’s not what I want anymore.”
“It’s who you are, Logan. It’s who you’ll always be.” She unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. She stood before him in nothing but her panties and those boots. A few months ago the sight of her would have been all he needed. But things had changed and there would only ever be one woman now.
“Stop this,” he said. “You’re embarrassing yourself.” He wasn’t in the mood for her games.
He bent down to pick up her dress, but when he tried to hand it to her, she caught him off balance and pushed him onto the bed, quickly hopping on top of him and straddling him. It all happened so fast. He gripped her forearms, and just as he was about to push her off, the bedroom door opened.
His head snapped in the direction of the door, but he already knew who it would be. He also knew what the scene in front of her looked like.