Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
Rubi woke with the sunrise, the gentle pink and golden rays gleaming through the sheer curtains. She’d slept like a rock—something that hadn’t happened much since she’d had kids, and a husband so often overseas. Lying there now, feeling truly at peace for the first time in longer than she could remember, she realized she’d lived for years in a state of hyper-alertness, always waiting for that phone call with bad news: that Logan was going to be gone longer than expected. That he was being sent into dangerous territory. That he’d been injured, or worse. It had gotten much better once he was permanently stationed in Texas to train pilots and basically run the base, but she’d never gotten over the low-lying anxiety she’d lived with for far too long. But that was the life of a military wife, wasn’t it? It’s what she’d signed up for. But she was so glad Logan had decided to retire early, even if he seemed to be going a little crazy at the sudden inactivity.
Logan.
She turned onto her side to find the bed empty.
That pit started pulling tight in her stomach, even though she knew he was no longer in danger, that they were at Rawhide Ranch together. But old habits died hard.
She sat up and was about to throw the covers back when he came through the door of the bedroom.
“Morning, baby,” he said with a smile, looking more relaxed than she’d seen him lately. “Did I wake you?”
“Morning, and nope.”
“How did you sleep?” he asked, coming to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Incredibly well. I don’t think I even dreamed.”
“That’s good.”
He leaned in and kissed her cheek, then her lips, making her smile.
“What is it about this place, do you think?” she asked him. “I never sleep like that. And you look so calm and… I don’t know. Happy, I guess.”
“A little mountain magic?” he replied, a teasing note in his tone. “The important thing is that we’re here and we both seem to be feeling good. But, baby, I also think part of it, at least, is because you got some stuff off your chest last night. I feel like you’ve probably been holding it all in for… well, forever.”
She nodded. “I guess I have been.”
“That’s about to stop. But we can talk more after breakfast, which should be here any?—”
He was interrupted by a knock on the door, and he got up to go into the living area to answer it.
Rubi stretched, then got up and ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth and get her hair in some order, and by the time she came back out in the terrycloth robe she’d found hanging on the back of the bathroom door, Logan had a full breakfast set out on the table, and the rich scent of coffee filled the air.
“Oh, god, do I need coffee,” she said, slipping into the chair he held out for her. “And such service,” she added with a smile.
He poured a cup, added cream and a spoonful of sugar, and placed it in front of her.
“You’ve done nothing but wait on me whenever I was home, plus always caring for our kids while I was away. It’s my turn, Rubi, and long-past due. And if you remember, I am a service Top.”
How did nothing more than those simple words send a small shiver of desire through her?
“I do remember. You were always so great with aftercare.”
“I plan to be again. And we need to talk about it all. We haven’t negotiated kink play in years, and we both need to know how we feel about it now. Are you okay handling negotiations while we eat?”
“Yes, sure,” she answered, not really feeling entirely certain about her answer. But it was going to have to happen at some point. She had no idea why it made her nervous.
He sat down and poured his own coffee—black, as always—and removed the covers from the platters holding eggs sunny-side up, crisp bacon, English muffins, creamy yogurt, and bowls of fruit.
“That’s quite a breakfast.”
“You didn’t eat much dinner last night, so I ordered a little bit of everything. Here, babe, have some bacon,” he said, spearing a couple of pieces and putting them on her plate, along with an egg and some fruit before loading his own plate.
“So,” she started, feeling as if she needed to jump right in before she overthought herself into silence. “Where do we even begin with negotiations?”
“Back to the basics, I think.” He washed a bite of English muffin down with his coffee. “I say we start right at the beginning, as if we’d never played before.”
She nodded as she popped a fresh berry into her mouth.
He took another sip of coffee, then cradled the cup in his big hands.
“We’ve agreed to come here knowing the goal was to scene in the Dungeon rooms, which to me indicates an interest and a willingness. Is that a correct assumption?”
“Yes,” she answered carefully. “I mean, I’ve never lost interest in the idea of kink. I’ve thought about it a lot over the years.”
“You have, babe?” he asked, one dark brow arching. “How did I not know that?”
“You’ve never looked at my bookshelf?”
“What? Your bookshelf?”
“Uh, yes, my bookshelf. I read a lot of BDSM romance. Had to keep myself busy all those years you were away. And had to try to maintain some sense of who I was aside from being a wife and a mom, and I couldn’t let my job teaching English be my entire personality, you know?”
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense, but, babe, we could have tried it before now if I’d known.”
“Maybe? I don’t know. Life has been so busy for the last fifteen or twenty years. And maybe it’s more important now to focus on what we’ll be together going forward.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Well then, let’s get down to it.” He paused, cleared his throat, and it was only then she realized he might be a bit nervous, too. “I feel like the dynamic, the power play, is still there, like it was waiting for us to reactivate it. I felt it last night.”
“So did I,” she agreed, a warm shiver running over her skin as she remembered him calling her “good girl”.
“I’d like to just jump in. I know it may seem like a lot, but I feel like being tentative will only sidetrack us.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay, but…?”
She let out a short laugh. “I have to admit that makes me nervous as hell.”
He reached across the table and laid a hand over hers. “Babe. I’m pretty sure you know I’m right. If we try to tip-toe our way into this, if I give you time to think about it too much, you’re either gonna shy off and run from it, or you’ll just shut down completely.”
Her stomach started to tie into a small knot, but half of it was nerves, and the other half was excitement. She knew exactly what she had to do.
Had to .
“You’re right. And Logan, I think in order to really do this, I have to just turn it all over to you. I trust you; that’s never been in question. But right now I’m too much in my head,” she admitted, pushing past the nervous part that was trying to shove its way to the forefront. “So, I’ll say this so we can skip some of the beginning question and answer part: All of my old hard limits are still in place. Nothing too hard-core, like needle play, or fire, or knives. No electrical play, no whips or canes, and I don’t want to ever be gagged. No humiliation, of course, and praise and reassurance are going to be big for me. I have no idea what I can take these days in terms of impact play, but I trust you to walk through it with me and help me to figure it out. You know I loved wearing cuffs, being bound. I think I still will. But otherwise, I will leave it up to you because you know me so well.”
“I did, babe. But I know both of our bodies have changed, and the way we think, too. I’m going to need you to really communicate when we play. I need you to promise me that you will.”
“I will, I promise. Sir,” she added, just to feel the word roll off her tongue. She was only a little surprised when her nipples went hard and her body heated in response.
He got up and moved to her side of the table to bend over her and lift her chin. He kissed her, a soft press of his lips against hers, before she lifted her arms to pull him in. He deepened the kiss, his tongue wet and seeking, and there was a burning passion there they had been missing for too long.
She sighed against his mouth, and he pulled back to murmur, “Baby. You are still the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. And that kiss… fuck, it made me hard. Have you had enough to eat? Because I really need to take you back to bed. Right now.”
She smiled in answer, and he lifted her out of her chair, carrying her to the bed, where he laid her down. She loved the way he was moving right now. It was all a bit primal, the way he was using his big, muscled body, and she loved it—she always had. When she laid back against the pillows she saw the gleam in his eyes, and the hard press of his cock against the gray sweatpants he wore.
What was it about a hot man in gray sweats?
Her pussy was already swelling, going wet. Something had definitely reignited between them already.
This was the right thing to do. The right place to be.
He pulled his shirt over his head, and she marveled—as she always did—at his hard, muscular body, at the way the tattoo of the stylized Air Force insignia on his right biceps shifted as he moved. She’d always found his tattoos sexy as hell. His sweats came next, and he wore nothing underneath, his big cock springing free. He was rock-hard already, and simply seeing his hardness made her wetter. Needy.
He moved closer and stood over her for a few moments, his dark gaze locked on hers as he bent to untie the belt of her robe, then he pushed the terry cloth aside, baring the front of her body. She felt a surge of self-consciousness but tried to swallow it down. He’d said he still found her beautiful. She would have to start believing him, or they were going to get nowhere.
She pulled in a breath, held it, then blew it out.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice quiet, and yet the words, his tone of approval, went through her like a small shock of pleasure.
He knelt next to her on the mattress, leaning over her as he began to run his hands over her body, beginning with her shoulders, between her breasts, down her stomach. She wanted to clench her thighs together at the ache that had started between them, but she tried to hold still, watching him.
She saw his eyes go brighter, noticed him pausing to flex his fingers. Then he brushed his fingertips over her breasts, and desire was like a flame, scorching her skin, her nipples coming up into two hard points.
He let out a low growl as he bent to flick his tongue at one hardened tip, and she moaned as he drew it into his mouth to lick gently with his warm, wet tongue before sucking on it.
“Oh, yes… Logan…”
“Mmm, baby, you taste so good.”
He moved to the other side, running his hands over her flesh before bringing his mouth to her nipple and licking it, then sucking.
Sensation was hot, electric, and her pussy pulsed with need.
“Harder,” she said before she could stop herself.
He did, sucking and sucking while pleasure roamed through her system like some kind of liquid heat. Like a current that began to carry away all thought. And she made a decision to let it all go. To trust him, to hand it over to him, the way she’d said she would.
“Logan,” she gasped. “I don’t want you to ask me anything. I want you to just do it. I need you to.”
“Yeah, babygirl, you know I love being in command of your body. It’s been so long…”
He went back to work, one hand roaming over her needy flesh, her shoulders, over her ribs to her waist, then down to her thigh. He stroked her heated skin as he sucked harder and harder. It hurt, but the pain was so delicious, it sent her mind spinning. She fought the sensation for only a few moments before giving in to it. Giving in to him.
Logan .
She was so damn wet, so swollen and hurting with need she could barely stand it. When she went to wrap her arms around his neck, he grabbed her wrists and held them down on the bed. And she loved that sense of being under his command. Under his control.
Yes .
He let out a low growl as he released her nipple and kissed his way down her stomach. Even as excited as she was, she had to fight the urge to cover her stretch marks. But his mouth on her was too hot, the kisses and licks and nibbles he left trailing over her skin were so, so good. And very quickly she forgot to be self-conscious.
When he reached the apex of her thighs, he told her, “Spread for me, babygirl,” and she did.
He nuzzled her mound, moved lower to leave soft, teasing kisses on the tops of her thighs, then moved between them. He paused there, and she felt his warm breath on her folds, and those moments of anticipation felt endless, as though she were suspended in time, waiting to have this hungry, driving need met.
He kissed her inner thigh, letting his tongue dart out before sucking her flesh there, then sinking his teeth in just enough to hurt.
“Oh! Yes.”
She spread wider, needing to be open to him. Nothing else mattered just then. And he still held her hands at her sides, immobilizing her, so what else could she do but give in?
Yes, being bound, held down, was freeing. She’d forgotten about that part.
He leaned closer and kissed the tip of her swollen clit, and she cried out.
“Ahhh!”
“Yeah, baby. I know you need it. God, I can smell your desire. And it’s fucking intoxicating. I am gonna taste you, baby. I am gonna lick your sweet pussy until you come so hard. I am gonna suck on your pretty little clit until you explode for me.”
His words were like an aphrodisiac, sending shards of desire deep into her body. She’d forgotten how good he was at dirty talk, how much she loved it. And when he let her hands go long enough to move them, then gathered them in one big fist on her belly, she knew what he intended to do, and she wanted it so bad, she couldn’t help but squirm.
“Hold still, love. Still yourself for your Sir.”
She immediately stopped, and even though this was hardly kink play, her mind started down that soft, misty path that led to subspace. It was his command, his confidence. Her need for him to take charge.
He gripped her wrists more tightly, then lowered his head to stroke her folds with his tongue.
“Mmm…”
He licked up, then back down, pressing the tip of his tongue along the seam of her pussy lips, then burrowing between them. He used his free hand to stroke the sides of her folds, and she thought she’d die if he didn’t touch her clit, if he didn’t fuck her.
She arched her hips, and he stopped.
“Hold still, Rubi. You will do as I say, my girl.”
His voice was rough—with authority, with desire. And she arched up again, simply to hear him speak to her that way.
“Still, girl. Now .”
Oh, yes, that tone. It shivered through her like a physical touch.
She waited for several long moments, then he blew his warm breath onto her pulsing clit, making her tremble all over.
“Mmm, yes, please,” she begged.
He used his fingers to spread her pussy lips, then he pressed one fingertip against her wet, aching hole.
“Spread,” he ordered, and she complied, needing to do as he asked, needing to please him. To be completely in his hands.
“Good girls get their pussy licked until they come so hard they scream,” he said quietly.
She shivered, waiting, waiting. Then he pressed two fingers inside her as his mouth came down and sucked her hard clit.
“Oh! Yes!”
Sensation was sharp, hot, driving deep into her as he fucked her slowly, his fingers sliding in and out. He angled them to hit her g-spot, and as he rubbed at it and sucked on her clit, pleasure overtook her. Her mind went blank, until she was nothing more than pure sensation. She started to shake even before she started to come, poised at that keen edge. But the moment he started to finger fuck her hard and deep, she fell over the precipice, shattered, her body shaking as she cried out.
“God, yes! Logan… Sir… oh my god…”
He took his mouth off her only long enough to demand, “Again, Rubi.”
She wasn’t sure she could come again—wasn’t sure she was even done coming. But he fucked her so hard, his curved fingers rubbing her g-spot while he licked her too-sensitive clit.
Need built so fast, it shocked her. But in moments it spiraled, and her hips were bucking of their own accord as her core clenched around his fingers while rising to meet his hot, seeking mouth. She bucked harder as she came into his mouth, around his fingers deep inside her.
“Ah, god! Logannn!”
She was shaking so hard, she could barely keep her thighs spread, and she wrapped her legs around him and held on tight as she rode out the last of her orgasm. Then she was crying and laughing all at the same time, still shivering with the aftershocks.
He lifted his head, releasing her wrists. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes. Yes,” she said, still laughing, tears sliding down her cheeks. “It was just… so damn good. God, Logan.”
He let out a low chuckle as he moved up her body, holding himself over her.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice a low growl. “So damn beautiful. Lord, your eyes right now, babygirl… and your skin is so damn soft. I need to fuck you now.”
“Oh, yes, please,” she begged, needing to feel him inside her.
He leaned down to kiss her, and she tasted her own sweet, salty juices on his lips, his tongue. Then he reared up on his knees and took her wrists in one big hand again to hold them over her head as he lowered himself between her thighs.
His face was next to hers as he whispered, “I need to fuck you, my baby. I need to shove my hard cock deep inside your sweet pussy. I need to fuck you until you come again, until you call my name. I don’t mind if you cry a little. I don’t mind if I hurt you. You know I do it with love. Because it’s what you desire. Because it’s what you need .”
“Yes, she panted. “I need it. I need you, Sir.”
He pressed the tip of his hard cock at her entrance, then bit into her shoulder as he slid inside her. He was big, but she was so wet, she took him easily. He went slowly for a few long strokes, then began a hard, punishing pace, and if she hadn’t been soaking wet with need and her own cum, it could have torn her. But as he moved faster, thrust deeper, her hips came up to meet his. The pleasure was indescribable. It was like the rush of an ocean tide—that powerful, that overwhelming.
She felt her mind emptying again. There was nothing but his flesh and hers, skin to skin. He was so deep inside her, he was a part of her. And when pleasure rose inside her once more, he was right there with her. The pleasure was pain, the sharp jab of his big cock over and over. The exquisite need that drove her to take whatever he gave her. The knowledge that he was completely in control, that she could do nothing but take it. And that was exactly what she wanted.
Needed.
Yes.
Pressure built inside her, her clit pulsing with desire, and his cock began to pulse along with her. He was panting, and so was she, as his hips ground against her swollen clit. She could barely believe it when she started to come again, just as he’d said she would, and he tightened his grip on her wrists, making her feel held, owned , as he plunged deeper into her aching pussy. It hurt. It felt incredible. It was pleasure and pain in a way she hadn’t experienced for so long.
No. Don’t think .
She refocused on sensation. On his scent, like a day in the misty woods. On the scent of her own cum from earlier.
He slammed into her so hard there was no denying the pain. But the harder he fucked her, the higher her pleasure and need spiraled, making her think of the powerful waves of the ocean again, pulling her under.
“Come on, baby,” he said. Demanded. “Come for me. Now.”
As he growled the command, he let her hands go to pinch her nipple hard, and she came, yelling, crying as she shivered.
“Oh! Fuck! Yes… yes, make it hurt, please!”
His hips bucked hard, and she felt the pulse of his cock inside her as he started to come.
“Baby!” he yelled, thrusting deeper, harder.
She swore she could feel the heat of his cum spurting deep inside her, and she wanted it. Wanted that piece of him. They both moaned, their voices merging as they shook together. As he collapsed on top of her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he buried his face in hers, his panting breath hot against her skin.
She was crying again. But this time it was a mixture of relief and a release of pure emotion.
Finally he said, “God, I’ve missed you, my baby.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” she said with a small, choking sob.
“Ah, babygirl. Come on. I’ve got you.”
He wrapped her in his arms, rolled onto his side, and held her tight. It felt so good to be this close to him. She wasn’t sure how they’d ever lived with that distance between them when they could have this .
This place was exactly what they needed. Getting back to kink may very well be the way they got back to each other. She’d doubted it before but had been willing to give it a try. But now, with her husband’s arms wrapped around her body, with the incredible pleasure in each other they’d just experienced together, she knew Logan had been right about Rawhide Ranch. There was some magic here.
She only hoped it would be enough.