Master of the Inn by Ella Jade Page A

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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?”
    “Yes.”
    He kissed her mouth as his hands roamed her heated flesh.
“You’re a distraction. You make me lose focus. That doesn’t happen often.” He
stepped back, creating some distance between them. “My cock aches for you but
we need to work on a few things first.” She followed his gaze to the bed. “I
have something else for you.” He slipped his hand under the mattress again and
pulled out a black strap with a handle. He held it in front of her line of
vision. “This is my riding crop. I can make you do anything I say with this.”
    What will you ask?
    He stroked the leather tongue over her collarbone and down
to her breasts. “Drop your head and lower your gaze to the floor.”
    She did as he asked enabling her to watch him trail the crop
along her stomach. His actions were slow but deliberate. He took his time
moving the strap across her hipbone and down her leg sending shivers throughout
her body.
     “The crop can be used for pleasure or pain.” He struck her
inner thigh hard enough to make her sensitive flesh sting. “I like to cause
both at the same time.” He stepped closer to her before slapping the crop
against her other thigh. Reaching between her legs, he caressed where he had
made contact. “Are you enjoying this?” He rubbed his thumb along her wet slit.
    You know I am.
    “Yes.” She moaned out her satisfaction.
    “Hmm.” He slid the crop up her stomach and swirled the
handle end around her nipples as he kept a steady rhythm with his thumb between
her legs. “Don’t come.” He struck the side of her breast a