Master of the Inn by Ella Jade

and then we’ll see
about letting you come.” He ran his wet fingertips over her lips, forcing them
into her mouth. “Taste where I’ve been.”
    She sucked her tangy arousal from his fingers. She’d never
tasted herself before, but doing it with Logan only increased her desire.
    “What is your safeword, cupcake?”
    “Um…” Her thoughts were cluttered and her body turned on.
How could he expect her to remember her safeword? “Can’t I just say stop?”
    “No. You chose spinach and I want you keep that since
it’s something you’d never say during sex. Tonight there might be times when
you’ll think you want me to stop but you’ll work through the pain to get to the
pleasure.”
    Pain?
    “You’re afraid. I can see it in your eyes. Do you want to
play with me?”
    “Yes, but how much pain?”
    “I’m not going to give you any more than you can handle. I
know you trust me. This is where we begin building a much deeper trust. I won’t
violate that bond we have. You have all the power. As long as you remember your
safeword, you can stop me any time.”
    He turned her to face him. “Trust me.” He barely touched his
lips to hers, but she felt the electricity course through her body. “Are you
ready? Tell me your word.”
    “Spinach.”
    “Very good, that is after all, the reason we’re entertaining
this evening.” He cupped her backside, squeezing it hard beneath his hands.
“Let’s go.”
    Once through the bathroom door, she knew there was no
turning back. Logan needed this. He wanted her and she wanted to give herself
to him completely. She had to show him she could be everything he needed. After
all, he was everything she could have dreamed of.
    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