Master of the Inn(17)

Her tenderness took his breath away. He slowed his movements, taking in their connection. He’d always taken his partners fast and hard. Never allowing for any kind of intimacy other than what was necessary to assure the sub’s soundness after the heat of the moment. This encounter seemed different. When he felt his stomach muscles tightening, he mentally cursed himself for wanting to give in so soon. He slowed his pace easing her onto her back.

Her bottom lip trembled as she gripped his shoulders.

“Harder,” he whispered through heated breath. “I want you to take all of me. Wrap your legs around me.”

She lifted her legs and hooked them around his waist. He slid balls deep into her heat.

He dug his fingers into her hips, raised her off the bed and pounded into her. “Oh God, you’re so tight.” A sleek sheen of sweat formed over his skin as he allowed himself to be caught up in her frenzy. The more he gave her the more he wanted. The feel of her warmth around his cock along with those sexy, little noises that escaped her lips were too much. Not to mention the fact that she’d obeyed him and never took her eyes away from his. Perfect!

“Elyse.” He swept her hair up into a makeshift ponytail and tugged her head back, nipping and sucking on her neck. “You are mine now.”

He closed his eyes, exploding into the condom as he swiveled his hips against her a few more times. She clasped his biceps and cried out before dropping her head to rest on his shoulder.

He stroked her back as he kissed her hair. He waited until her breathing returned to normal before rolling off her.

“I’ll be right back, beautiful.”

She crawled under the blankets and snuggled into the pillows.

Get comfortable, cupcake. You’re not going anywhere tonight.

Logan went into the bathroom to discard the condom and get a warm washcloth for Elyse. On his way back, he picked up the plate of cheese and fruit that he’d left by the fireplace and placed it on the nightstand. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Elyse for a few moments. She looked like she had fallen asleep. So peaceful and relaxed. He leaned down and kissed her cheek before standing back up.

“Hey.” She reached for his hand. “Where are you going?”

“I thought you’d fallen asleep.”

“No, I was just so relaxed laying here in your bed.”

“Are you okay?”

She nodded.

“I want words.”

“I’m more than okay.”

“The restraints weren’t too much?” He rubbed her wrists. “You didn’t mind being tied down?”

“I…” She looked down.

“Tell me.” He knelt down and tilted her chin so she had to look at him. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

“The blindfold and the scarves were exciting. I’ve never been so aroused.”

“I’ll have to remember to keep you restrained a little longer next time.”

“I like the thought of a next time.”

“Me too.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Can I get you anything?”

“Where were you going when you thought I was asleep?”

“I was going to fix myself a drink.”

“Do you have to get a drink?” She glanced at their abandoned glasses from earlier. “We still have the wine.”

“I usually have a drink or two before I call it a night. But I don’t have to.” Drinking himself into a stupor had just become part of his routine for the past six months – but only because he didn’t have anything better to do. “I’m not an alcoholic.”

“I didn’t say you were.” She pulled the covers back exposing her sexy body to him. She knew the effect it had. She knew.

He flashed her a wolfish grin before climbing in next to her. He tucked her under his arm close to his chest, wrapping his other arm around her and kissing the top of her head.

“You cuddle?” She sounded surprised.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I wasn’t sure if Dominant men did that sort of thing.” She giggled and he found that he liked the way she teased him.

“There are exceptions to every rule and you seem to bring out my sensitive side.” He kissed each of her wrists. “And for the record, I wasn’t that Dominant tonight.”

“There’s more?” She propped herself up onto her elbow and stared at him. “Like how much more?”

“Only as much as you say.” He rolled onto his side to face her. “Tonight was just a little slap and tickle. BDSM can be much more intense.” He hiked her leg over his waist running small circles along her hipbone with his thumb. “Or it can be only what we decide we want it to be.” He committed the softness of her skin to memory. He wanted to learn every last inch of her flesh.