Master of the Inn(25)

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.

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?”