Master of the Inn(15)
His words shot straight through her and landed between her thighs. “Where did your – Dominant side – come from?”
“Interesting question.” He finished his wine and then placed the glass on the bedside table. “My mother’s family is very wealthy. They come from old money. My father couldn’t deal with it. He came from a long line of civil workers. Cops and firemen. My parents were mismatched. I think maybe my mother was going through some sort of rebellious stage when she married him.”
“They didn’t last?” She sipped her wine.
“Shortly after I was born they divorced, and my mother got sole custody. I really didn’t see my dad much after that.”
“He abandoned you?”
“He tried to be there in the beginning, but my mother wasn’t easy to deal with, and I think it was easier for my dad to just stay away.”
“Do you see him now?”
“He passed away a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry.” She looked into his eyes searching for signs of pain or sorrow.
“Don’t be.” His lips found hers again. “We weren’t close. He wasn’t there for me most of my life.”
“That must have been hard.”
“Sometimes.” He kissed her. “My mother had a lot of boyfriends through the years and the one thing I noticed was she always had the control. Most men stayed with her because of her money. She was happy to supply the cash as long as she had all the say. When I was seventeen, she married Alan. He’s ten years younger than her. Now I can’t say what they do in the bedroom, but he is totally submissive in every other aspect.”
“They’re still together?”
“Yes and they seem happy, too. But after watching men bow to my mom all those years, I guess it shaped who I am. I didn’t want to be like them. I wanted to be strong and in control. It carried over into the bedroom.”
“You told me you’re not hardcore. What does that mean?” She wanted to understand him, and his needs.
“I’ve dabbled. I’ve attended play parties and used services to hook me up with subs for a night or a weekend.”
“Did you like being with that type of woman?”
“When I was with them.” He grinned. “But to answer your question, as much as I like to play, it’s not an arrangement I find appealing twenty-four hours a day.”
“What do you want to do with me? I have no experience in that lifestyle.”
“It doesn’t matter.” He cupped her chin in his hand and pulled her to his lips. “I may have vocalized my desires last night when I had too much to drink, but it doesn’t have to be on my terms. I want to be with you. Us.”
He slipped his fingers between her legs and ran them along her entrance. Every one of his touches demanded her lust for him – making her instantly crave more.
“I don’t know how much I can handle, but I like your Dominant side. I want you to show me.”
As he fingered her, he attacked her mouth, nipping and sucking on her bottom lip.
She turned and got up on her knees so she could face him. “Show me now.”
Chapter Six
Logan took the glass from her hand and set it on the nightstand. He’d meant what he said when he told her he wanted her with or without the games. After spending the day together, it was her he wanted, not just her submissive side. For the first time in his life, he wanted more than sex with a woman.
“Let’s take it slow.” He reached into the drawer by the bed and pulled out a silk scarf. “Trust me?”
”I want to but I’ve never been tied down before.”
“Is that off the table? A hard limit, perhaps?” Logan realized he should have prepared her for this encounter. She had never done anything like this and she had no idea what to expect.
“Hard limit?”
“Something you won’t even consider. A soft limit is one you’ll let me push. That’s where the trust comes in.”
She nodded.
“I want to hear you say it.” He stroked her cheek. “So there is no misunderstanding.”
“I can trust you enough to try.”
“Good girl.” He wrapped the scarf around her eyes, tying it behind her head. His cock ached to get inside her. He kept replaying that amazing blowjob she given him over and over again in his mind. “If I do something you don’t like, all you have to do is pick a word to tell me to stop – something you wouldn’t say to me normally.”
“Why?”
“It’s called a safeword. I want to use one you’ll easily remember. You’ve expressed concerned about being tied down. You need a safety net and if you say that word, I’ll know you don’t want to continue.”