Master of the Inn(13)

“You look beautiful.” He stared at her half-clothed body. She wore tiny black boy shorts and a matching tank top. “Come here.”

She stood up and went to stand in front of him. His sexy, commanding voice had her stomach turning flip flops.

Tilting her chin up, he leaned in close to her face. “It took all the control I had to not join you in your shower.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from taking you fast and hard against the shower wall.” He kissed her forehead. “We’ll save that for later.”

His erection pressed against her stomach feeding her desire for him. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” She didn’t care how desperate she sounded or that she’d only known him for a brief amount of time. “Please Logan.”

“I like it when you beg. I wonder if you’ll beg me to stop when my riding crop slaps against all of your right places.”

“Riding crop?” She should have been afraid, but the thought of him doing terrible, naughty things to her had her wet and quivering with arousal.

“All part of that exploration we talked about this morning, cupcake.” He stepped back allowing his gaze to peruse her. “Do you trust me?”

“I have since you first opened the front door.”

“That only proves how right this is for us.”

“What are we waiting for?”

“Eager?” He leered at her as he stroked himself beneath the towel.

She watched, mesmerized by his actions. She’d never watched a man touch himself before. Knowing she was the reason for that impressive bulge under the towel filled her with a confidence that she’d never felt before.

“Take your clothes off for me.” He walked over to his nightstand to retrieve what she suspected was a condom. Her pussy clenched at the thought of him pounding into her.

“Don’t you want to do it?”

“If I wanted to do it, I wouldn’t have asked you to. You have twenty seconds to strip and if you don’t there will be consequences.”

“What kind of consequences?” Elyse didn’t understand his game.

“The clock has started. You’ve already lost five seconds.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “You can have my cock… or I could make you wait all night. It’s up to you.”

She looked at him as he stared at her, waiting for her to comply with his request.

“Ten seconds.”

“Okay!” She lifted her tank over her head and let it drop to his floor. He’d already seen her breasts in the kitchen, but now she felt embarrassed when she pushed her shorts down over her hips because she wasn’t wearing panties. She silently thanked herself for keeping up with her waxing. Then she stepped toward him.

His hand alone stopped her where she stood. “Turn.” The intensity in his eyes as he took in her exposed skin sent tingles through her whole body. The combination of embarrassment and arousal was powerful.

“You’re exquisite.”

She looked down because she wasn’t use to being on display. She and Phillip had become complacent in all aspects of their relationship but none more so than their sex life.

“You don’t have any idea how perfect you are.” He looked annoyed as he shook his head. “I’m going to have to find a way to make you see how stunning you are.”

She twisted the ends of her hair around fingers as she waited for him to tell her what to do next. She’d never been at anyone’s mercy before. How had he gotten her to obey him so quickly? She wasn’t sure, but something told her not to defy him. If she did, he’d never relieve that ache between her thighs.

“Come to me.”

She crossed the room, stopping in front of him. When he got up and pulled her into his arms she flinched, shocked by his demanding manner.

“Are you afraid of me?” He brushed his lips against her mouth.

“Should I be?” Reality set in. She’d given in to his requests, and told him she wanted to try to submit, without knowing what that really meant.

“I won’t hurt you.” He coaxed her lips apart with his tongue.

She spread her palms across the expanse of his chest and up onto his shoulders. She liked the feel of him under her hands. As she explored his body, his tongue slowly explored her mouth. Sliding her hands lower, she stopped just where his towel began.

“Take it off,” he spoke against her lips.

She tugged at the towel, letting it fall to his feet. She couldn’t stop herself from looking down at his massive erection. He slipped a hand between her thighs and swiped his finger along her slit. “So nice and wet for me.”