Master of the Inn (5 page)

“I was trying to keep you dry.” He slid her down his hard
chest and placed her on her feet. “I didn’t do a very good job.” He smoothed
his hand down her long damp hair. “You’re soaked.”

“That storm came out of nowhere.” She shivered.

“I have a fireplace in my bedroom. Why don’t you go shower
and meet me in front of it?” He peeled his wet t-shirt from his body, dropping
it in the foyer.

“Sounds like a plan.” She let her eyes wander down his wet,
heaving chest. “There are some leftovers in the ’fridge. You want me to get
them?”

“I’ll take care of it.” He turned her toward the stairs and
gave her a little shove. “Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t.” She kissed his cheek. “I had a wonderful day.”

They’d driven for miles, taking in all the trees and bushes
turning yellow and orange and burning red. Logan had found a secluded area by a
lake where they ate their lunch and talked for hours. Neither of them noticed
the weather changing, but all of the sudden, the thunder rumbled and they
hurriedly started gathering things up. The rain followed right on its tail and
they caught the brunt of the downpour before they could get there. The heater
in the truck was a welcome reprieve.

“It’s not over yet.” He’d followed her all the way to the
stairs and then trailed his fingertips down her neck. “See you soon.”

His touch made her breath catch in her throat. “Okay.” She
bumped into the railing when she turned to go upstairs.

“Be careful.” He smirked. “I want to be the only one leaving
marks on you.”

She watched as he walked back down the hall to the kitchen.
Her mouth watered as he disappeared around the corner. She bolted up the stairs
knowing the time it took to shower was the only thing standing between them.

Twenty minutes later, Elyse stood outside Logan’s bedroom.
She toyed with the doorknob debating if she should knock or just walk in. He
had told her to meet him in his bedroom when she finished her shower, so she
reached for the knob.

No turning back now.

The fire from the hearth cast a dim glow around the large
room. He’d put a blanket down in front of the fireplace with wine and a plate
of cheese and fruit in the center. Elyse crouched down in front of the grate to
warm her hands as she looked around. The California king-sized bed promptly
grabbed her attention. It had the most ornate mahogany wooden posts at each
corner. She wondered how often he had company in that bed.

She pushed that thought out of her mind when she heard the
water turn off in the master bath.

He’d asked her to stay with him. Logan’s bed was the only
place she wanted to be tonight.

He stepped out of the bedroom in nothing but a towel, his
hair wet and his skin still damp. As the steam and heat from the shower poured
out of the room behind him, the smell of his spicy soap reached for her senses.

“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.”

She let her head fall against him and closed her eyes,
indulging in the way his finger felt as he moved it inside her. With his other
hand, he guided her to the bed, sitting on the edge as he continued to feel her
from the inside. He pressed his lips against her stomach, licking just below
her belly button.

Elyse rocked against his finger, forcing him to move deeper.

“Are you trying to come, kitten?”

She gripped his shoulders and thrust her hips forward as he
inserted another finger. The sensation he created had her spiraling out of
control. The room spun as the heat boiled inside her. And when he pressed his
thumb against her clit, she exploded all over his hand. Her knees buckled and
she lost her balance, her hands grabbing him for support.

“Whoa.” He steadied her and then pulled her between his
legs. “You okay?”

“That was – well – I don’t know what to say.”

“That good, huh?” He laughed. “See, nothing to be afraid of
with me. I’ll bring you nothing but pleasure… even if it comes with a little
pain.”

She leaned down and kissed him. “I’m still not sold on the
pain part.”

“I want you to trust me.” He pressed the foil packet into
her hand. “I’m giving you some control right now. Use it wisely.”

She didn’t hesitate. “I want to make you feel good.” She
knelt down in front of him, taking his cock in her hand. “Would you like that?”

“You have no idea.” He guided her face closer to his body.
“But now I want you to do what you want.”

She darted her tongue out, licking the pre-cum from his tip.

“Fuck!” burst from his lips.

His reaction encouraged her, so she swirled her tongue
around his cock before taking more of him into her mouth. He twisted his
fingers into her hair and pushed her further onto his shaft. She hummed around
him as she took his balls in one of her soft hands. The more he tugged on her
hair, the deeper she went.

“What a skilled mouth you have. If you keep that up I’m
going to come down your pretty little throat.”

She gripped the base of his cock, wrapping her palm around
it as she kept up her quick strokes with her mouth. The moans that came from
deep within his chest told her he was close. His leg muscles stiffened against
her shoulders and then his hot cum exploded inside her mouth. As the thick
liquid slid down her throat he whispered her name. She licked him clean before
releasing her hold and looking up at him. She saw the approval in his eyes.

“That was perfect.” He pulled her up into his lap and kissed
her.

“We didn’t get to use the condom.”

“We have plenty of time.” He moved his hand up and down her
back in long, deliberate strokes.

Pressing her nose into his neck, she took in his musky male
scent.

“This has been – the most – incredible day.” She cuddled
closer to him. “I don’t want it to end.”

“Today has to end, but we have tomorrow… and the next day…”
He hugged her against him. “And as many days as you’ll stay.”

“You really do want me here, don’t you?”

He nodded.

“Why?”

“I’ve been alone for a long time.” He didn’t offer any more
on the subject. “Crawl under the covers. I’ll pour us some wine.”

“You’re demanding.”

“You like it.” He lifted her off his lap and swatted her
backside. “Get comfortable.”

“Yes, Sir.” She laughed.

“You’re walking a dangerous line, little one.” He strode
over to where he’d left the wine. Elyse couldn’t help but admire the way his
ass clenched when he walked. She watched as he uncorked the bottle and poured
two glasses.

She propped the pillows against the headboard and settled in
under the covers. Logan handed her a drink before scooting in behind her. He
pulled her against his chest, inhaling the sweet smell of her hair before
placing several soft kisses on her neck.

Reveling in the way he made her feel, she leaned back
against him. She liked that he could be rough and dirty, but he had a tender
side as well. His attentiveness to her had her just as turned on as his
Dominant side.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he moved his
fingers down her stomach.

“You say you like things rough and you like to Dominate, but
you want to make sure I’m okay with things. You allowed me to take the lead. I
guess I don’t understand the game.”

“It’s not a game and if I expect you to do what I want, I
have to make sure you’re comfortable.” He moved his fingers lower, skimming
them across her pubic bone. “I like that you’re bare. I can’t wait to taste
you.”

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.