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.
“How far do you like to go?”
“That depends on my partner. I’ve been with some very
submissive women and I’ve also had women who liked to pretend they were
submissive.” He thought back to his experiences with Cora. She’d found out
through a mutual friend what kind of games he had been into and approached him.
She wanted to be tied up and spanked. The more time they spent together the
more she wanted from him emotionally. He couldn’t give her what she needed.
Elyse also seemed to be lost in thought.
“Hey.” He tilted her chin again. “Did you enjoy the time we
spent in the bedroom?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” She blushed. “I’ve never had three
orgasms in one night. Not ever.”
“I’m flattered.”
“You’re good.”
“Let’s see where this goes.” He swiped his thumb across her
bottom lip. “No expectations.”
“Will that be enough for you?”
He had to find a way to replace her insecurities. He leaned
in and kissed her, running his hand along the side of her body. “What do you
think?” He took her hand and moved it over his hardening cock. “If we’re
keeping track of mind-blowing climaxes this evening, I believe you owe me one.”
“Hmm.” She pushed him onto his back and took his length into
her palm. “Is this what you had in mind?” She kissed his neck as she stroked
him.
“For now.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her
to his lips. “We have all night to even the score.”
Chapter Seven
The chilly October air whistled around the inn. All of the
leaves had changed color and begun to blanket the property creating a postcard
picture. Elyse looked out the kitchen windows as she waited for the last batch
of her homemade chocolate chip cookies to finish.
She’d packed the picnic basket. It was cooler than she had
expected, but she wanted to spend the afternoon outside. She’d remembered a
rustic old gazebo not far back behind the inn. The former owners used to host
walking tours along the trails. She thought the spot would be a perfect place
for her and Logan to have lunch. He’d been working so hard on the renovations
these past two weeks and making wonderful progress that she thought he deserved
a special lunch.
Just as Elyse took the cookie sheets from the oven, Logan
popped his head in.
“It smells wonderful in here. Is it lunch time?”
“You’re always hungry.” She turned to find him standing
there in his faded blue jeans spattered with paint stains and a worn very soft
looking gray flannel shirt. Her stomach tingled as her eyes crawled all the way
down to his work boots. Her mind wandered back to yesterday’s escapades. They
never made it up the stairs and Logan never made it out of those boots.
“I can’t help it.” His voice pulled her from her wicked
thoughts. “Everything always smells so good in here. You’ve been in this
kitchen all morning. What are you up to?”
She placed the first batch of cookies in a container and
tossed them in the basket. “I thought we could go for a picnic.”
“It’s a little cool outside but if that’s what you’d like to
do.”
“Is that gazebo out by the trail still there?”
He nodded. “You remember that old thing?”
“It had so much character. I used to dream I’d get married
under it.” She laughed, but then stopped and remembered what had brought her
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.
“How far do you like to go?”
“That depends on my partner. I’ve been with some very
submissive women and I’ve also had women who liked to pretend they were
submissive.” He thought back to his experiences with Cora. She’d found out
through a mutual friend what kind of games he had been into and approached him.
She wanted to be tied up and spanked. The more time they spent together the
more she wanted from him emotionally. He couldn’t give her what she needed.
Elyse also seemed to be lost in thought.
“Hey.” He tilted her chin again. “Did you enjoy the time we
spent in the bedroom?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” She blushed. “I’ve never had three
orgasms in one night. Not ever.”
“I’m flattered.”
“You’re good.”
“Let’s see where this goes.” He swiped his thumb across her
bottom lip. “No expectations.”
“Will that be enough for you?”
He had to find a way to replace her insecurities. He leaned
in and kissed her, running his hand along the side of her body. “What do you
think?” He took her hand and moved it over his hardening cock. “If we’re
keeping track of mind-blowing climaxes this evening, I believe you owe me one.”
“Hmm.” She pushed him onto his back and took his length into
her palm. “Is this what you had in mind?” She kissed his neck as she stroked
him.
“For now.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her
to his lips. “We have all night to even the score.”
Chapter Seven
The chilly October air whistled around the inn. All of the
leaves had changed color and begun to blanket the property creating a postcard
picture. Elyse looked out the kitchen windows as she waited for the last batch
of her homemade chocolate chip cookies to finish.
She’d packed the picnic basket. It was cooler than she had
expected, but she wanted to spend the afternoon outside. She’d remembered a
rustic old gazebo not far back behind the inn. The former owners used to host
walking tours along the trails. She thought the spot would be a perfect place
for her and Logan to have lunch. He’d been working so hard on the renovations
these past two weeks and making wonderful progress that she thought he deserved
a special lunch.
Just as Elyse took the cookie sheets from the oven, Logan
popped his head in.
“It smells wonderful in here. Is it lunch time?”
“You’re always hungry.” She turned to find him standing
there in his faded blue jeans spattered with paint stains and a worn very soft
looking gray flannel shirt. Her stomach tingled as her eyes crawled all the way
down to his work boots. Her mind wandered back to yesterday’s escapades. They
never made it up the stairs and Logan never made it out of those boots.
“I can’t help it.” His voice pulled her from her wicked
thoughts. “Everything always smells so good in here. You’ve been in this
kitchen all morning. What are you up to?”
She placed the first batch of cookies in a container and
tossed them in the basket. “I thought we could go for a picnic.”
“It’s a little cool outside but if that’s what you’d like to
do.”
“Is that gazebo out by the trail still there?”
He nodded. “You remember that old thing?”
“It had so much character. I used to dream I’d get married
under it.” She laughed, but then stopped and remembered what had brought her
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