Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
Rubi had taken a nice, long bath, done her hair and makeup—paying more attention than she had in ages—and was now faced with the dilemma of what to wear to her first night of kink play in almost twenty years.
She’d brought a short, black satin nightie with lace trim that now seemed too simple and would inevitably cover too much skin. Before the trip she’d bought some new lingerie that now seemed like almost too much. Too skimpy.
This is your husband . The man who’s been by your side since college.
She’d been repeating that like a mantra in her head all day, but it wasn’t helping. She’d looked a whole lot different twenty years ago. And now she was going to be naked—or nearly naked. She knew how Logan played. He’d have her wrists and ankles bound, probably spread-eagle on a St. Andrew’s Cross, or maybe a table, every part of her body too-clearly visible to him.
“Ugh!”
She pushed her hair behind her ears and tried to do some of the breathing he’d taught her all those years ago, but it didn’t do anything to calm her. With a long exhale, she sat down on the foot of the bed and tried not to cry.
“Babe, you almost ready?” Logan asked from the doorway. Then, seeming to realize what a mess she was, he was at her side in a few long strides, his arm around her shoulders. “Baby, I know you’re nervous, but it’s going to be okay. You know your safe words. You know I’ll honor them. And you know I love you.”
She sniffed, leaning into his broad shoulder. “I do. I know all of that. But still…”
He tucked a few fingers under her chin and tilted her head up to face him, staring into her eyes. “But still, you’re nervous about how it’s all gonna go. I get it. Or, I’m doing my best to understand how you’re feeling and why. Is there anything else you need to tell me that you haven’t? Is there more I need to know before we start?”
“I think… I think I’ve brought every issue up with you. But now that it’s about to happen, I’m a bundle of nerves. I don’t know what to wear, and I don’t think I brought the right things with me, and… I sound silly, I know. But it’s as if a thousand things are rushing around in my head right now, and I don’t know how to stop any of them.”
“Sure you do,” he said, his voice low and gentle, yet there was a sternness there, too. A certainty. “How you do it is, you hand it all over to me.”
The moment he said the words, her entire body went warm and loose.
Yes .
She knew how to do that. She remembered.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl. You just give it all to me, and I will handle it. You have no worries when you’re under my hands, babygirl. You don’t have to make any decisions. All you have to do is feel.” He stroked her cheek, then leaned in to brush a kiss over it, and a warm wave of familiarity and excitement swarmed her system. “Will it make it easier if I tell you what to wear?”
She nodded, unable to find her voice as her head swam. But now they were less rambling thoughts and more of that lovely sinking sensation that came with subspace, just those very first tingling beginnings. And understanding that she could still get there was reassuring.
He stood up and went to the closet, where she’d hung the black nightie and the lingerie on padded hangers. He looked at each piece, then held out the bra and panty set made of burgundy lace.
“This’ll look beautiful with your hair,” he said as he walked it over to her. “And you can wear that black wrap-around dress with your black heels to walk down in. Now, you get dressed while I grab my bag.”
He gave her a kiss on the forehead before he left the room, and she touched the still-warm spot with a fingertip.
She was so damn lucky to have him.
She shed her robe and stepped into the lace underwear. The burgundy lace was high-waisted, covering her lower tummy, where the skin was loose from having babies, making her feel a bit better. Then she put the bra on, and the pretty underwire pushed her breasts up. They’d always been a bit larger than she liked, but she had to admit the beautiful lingerie made her feel pretty. She slipped into her wrap dress, then stepped into her high pumps and gave herself one last look in the big bathroom mirror.
She was surprised by the woman reflected back at her. Her cheeks were glowing, her blue eyes sparkled, and the push-up bra was doing wonders for her cleavage.
“Maybe I’m not so dowdy after all,” she told herself.
She touched up her lip gloss, smoothed her auburn hair, and turned to walk into the evening.
When his wife stepped into the living area of their suite, Logan had to let out a low whistle.
“Babe, you are gorgeous. I’m a proud man tonight.” He offered his arm, and she took it. “Let’s head downstairs.”
As they made their way across the lobby to the elevators, Erika was passing through with a file in her hands, but she just smiled and nodded, probably knowing better than to break their pre-scene space.
Rubi was quiet as they rode the elevator down, but he heard her soft intake of breath as they stepped into the main Dungeon area.
Just as Derek had said, there was no one else down there tonight, but he knew Rubi would feel much better in the private play room he’d reserved.
“Wow,” Rubi said, her voice low.
“Pretty spectacular, right? It’s a lot fancier than the clubs we used to go to, but given everything else we’ve seen of the Ranch, I’m not surprised. But we’re not playing here tonight. We need some privacy. This way, darlin’.”
Her heels clicked as they moved down a hallway to the room Derek had shown him earlier. He closed the door behind them.
The room was all dark red walls and black kink furniture: a spanking bench, a long padded table, a St. Andrew’s Cross, a pair of leather cuffs dangling from a spreader bar hung from a length of chain, and a chair big enough for two, with a large ottoman. The lighting was turned down low, and ambient music played. A sleek black lacquered armoire stood in one corner, its doors open to display a variety of implements and lengths of rope.
He set his bag down on a console table against one wall, then turned to Rubi. She was absolutely quiet, which he hoped was her just getting into the right headspace, but he could still see some tension in the way she held her shoulders.
He moved closer, and kissed her lips, her lip gloss tasting of strawberries, just like it used to, making him smile.
“Baby, you’re gonna need to lose that pretty dress.”
“I… what?” she asked, her eyes going wide.
“You remember how we talked about the importance of diving right in?”
She nodded, and he saw her swallow.
“That’s what’s happening tonight, darlin’. Starting now.”
She nodded, still swallowing. He knew she was going to have to work past her fears, and while he intended to be as laser-focused on her every breath, every tensing of her muscles, doing his best to read her moment by moment in order to help her through this, he also knew some of this would have to be about her choosing to give herself over to his dominance. Power exchange had to be given on both sides, or there was no exchange. And without that, they may as well not be here.
But he needed to stay in the moment, and in a positive mindset.
He kept his gaze on her face and his hands on her shoulders. “Do your breathing.”
She nodded once, then drew in a deep breath, held it for a moment, then slowly blew it out.
“Yeah, that’s my girl. You can do this.” When she started to close her eyes, he stopped her. “No, baby. Eyes on mine. Focus on me.”
Even in the dim light he could see how sky-blue her eyes were, could see how wide her pupils were with nerves as he did the breathing with her. Finally, she began to relax, and he felt it was time.
He untied her dress and slipped it from her shoulders. Her only response was a fluttering of her lashes. He hung it on a hook by the door, then went right back to her. And Lord, she was stunning in her pretty lingerie. If she only knew what she looked like through his eyes.
He would have to show her.
He took her hand and led her to the pair of padded black leather cuffs hanging from the chains in the center of the room. Gently, he drew one arm up, and kissed her wrist softly before buckling the cuff around it. She uttered a quiet sigh, letting him know she was in a good space. He did the same to the other wrist, laying a soft kiss there, then slipping it into the cuff and fastening the buckle.
He stood back, then, simply admiring her, the way her body was stretched out a bit. The lovely, luscious curve of her breasts in the lacy bra. He’d always loved her tits, and they’d gotten larger and softer after her pregnancies. So much more beautiful to him. He was getting hard, but he would make her pleasure his priority. Because she was his priority.
He started by stroking her pale flesh with his hands: her sides, her hips, then up her arms, pausing to clasp her fingers in his while he kissed her mouth. She opened for him right away, and he deepened the kiss. God, this woman could kiss. How had he forgotten? He explored her mouth with his tongue, and she leaned into him, a sighing breath warming his lips as he pulled away.
Oh, yeah, his dick was rock-hard already, and he had to command himself to calm the fuck down.
He kept his hands on her body, sliding his palms over her ribcage, then higher, until he gathered her plump tits in his hands, loving the softness, the weight of them. He bent his head to kiss that silken flesh.
She moaned quietly, but when he brushed his fingertips over her nipples they were hardening already. He brushed them again, teasing them into two stiff points that pressed against the lace, and he was dying to get his mouth on them, but he forced himself to hold back.
This is all for her .
Instead, he pressed his body against hers and ran his hands up her spine, then down to her buttocks, pulling her in tight so she could feel how hard he was for her. And fuck, it felt so damn good, her soft, feminine body pressed up against his, the heat coming off her, along with her floral scent: orange blossoms and a hint of musk, her favorite perfume.
Focus .
He reached under the edge of her panties to pinch her smooth buttocks—small, teasing pinches, then harder, hard enough to hurt. She turned her face into his neck, and he felt her panting breath as he pinched harder and harder, then he drew one hand back and spanked her ass.
“Oh!”
Her surprise made him grin, and he did it again, and as he began an even rhythm, first one butt cheek, then the other, she pressed even harder against him, and he could feel her leaning her weight into the cuffs. That meant only one thing: she was on her way down to subspace.
He let her go, keeping a hand on her side as he moved around behind her, then stroking his fingertips down her spine, the sinuous curve of her lower back making him shiver with need.
Fuck .
It had been so damn long. And she was so damn hot. Her skin, the way her auburn hair hung over her shoulders. Her long legs in the high heels. The curves her body had acquired when she’d had their babies only made her softer, more feminine, more sensual.
He moved in behind her and pressed his body to hers, letting his bulging cock press against her plush buttocks.
Yeah .
She felt fucking amazing. So good, he had to force himself to step back and do what he needed to for her.
For her .
He pulled the big rice paddle from his back pocket—they’d gotten it years ago at an Asian market, and it had been one of their favorite pervertibles—and ran it over the back of one thigh.
“Mmm,” she sighed.
He gave her sweet ass a sharp smack, and she flinched the tiniest bit—more from surprise, he thought, than pain.
“Remember this, baby?” he asked before giving her another smack.
“Oh! Um… maybe?”
“Let’s try to jog your memory, then,” he said before smacking one cheek, then the other, harder this time.
“Oh!”
She shifted from one foot to the other, which he recognized as an impatience for more stimulation, if her response to impact play hadn’t completely changed over the years. He was only too happy to serve that need.
He pulled the lace panties up to bare more of her ass cheeks, then went to work in an even cadence, building up to harder smacks as she danced a little under the pain. He moved faster, one cheek, then the other, harder, faster, while she began to pant in between soft moans.
And oh, yeah, he loved the way she danced when he played her. Loved that show of response. Loved that it meant she was enjoying the pain.
But he’d barely begun.
He paused the spanking and ran the flat of the rice paddle over her pinkening ass to cool the burn he knew he’d created there, and she sighed, pressing back into it. He kissed her shoulder and told her, “Stay still, baby. I’ll be back in a moment.”
He set the rice paddle down on the console table and grabbed a medium-weight leather flogger from the armoire. The falls were slender, and the tips cut at an angle, so he knew it would be more sting than thud. He hoped his wife’s body would still prefer the sting, but he was about to find out.
He stood behind her once more, slid his hand up under her hair, and grasped the back of her neck, firmly enough for her to feel his command. He leaned in and murmured to her, “Use your safe words if you need to.”
“Yes. Yes, Sir,” she added.
A shiver ran up his spine at the title. He’d always responded that way to her calling him “Sir”. At her acknowledging his command of her.
He moved her hair over her shoulders so he wouldn’t damage it with the flogger, then he began a slow, rhythmic play, the flogger coming down on the back of one shoulder, then the other, and he was glad he’d practiced on their bed before coming to the Ranch.
He could hear her panting, but the dancing had stopped. He moved in to check in with her.
“Baby, are you good?”
“Yes, good.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, please. More,” she said.
He kissed one of the pink welts rising on her lovely, pale skin, then stepped back and started in again, slapping one shoulder, then the other with the flogger. And soon she began that dance again, swaying and shifting from one foot to the other, her movements so damn sensual. So beautiful. And he loved the way her skin was going from a light blush pink to a darkening red.
He paused and ran his hand over her sore flesh, and she sighed again, quietly, leaning back into his touch. He moved in close behind her, pressing his body to hers while he reached up to check her hands for circulation, which he knew he needed to do, since she always leaned so hard into the cuffs.
“Flex,” he ordered, and she complied instantly, as if it hadn’t been twenty years since they’d played. “Good girl.”
He kissed her neck, then trailed soft kisses across her shoulders, and as her muscles relaxed under his lips, he wrapped his free arm around her body and slipped his hand down the front of her panties, finding her soaking wet.
She gasped.
“Ah, Rubi. Yeah, this is so good. Fuck.”
He slid his hand out and stepped back once more, this time working her ass with the flogger. When he let a good, hard hit fly, she yelped and danced away from the toy, but he used his free hand to pull her hips back.
“Try to take it, baby. You can do it,” he encouraged her. “Breathe, babe.”
He waited for her to draw in a long breath, then, as she blew it out, he landed another hard smack on her ass.
“Ah!”
“Breathe,” he ordered.
She did, and he landed the flogger once more, loving the marks it left across her sweet flesh. He ran a hand over the welts, making her moan quietly, but he wanted more from her. Needed to see her respond to what he was putting her through. Needed to know where her limits were, what her body, her mind, could process.
He kept flogging her, making a crisscross pattern of marks across her ass and her upper back before moving down to smack the backs of her thighs. She yelped.
“Oh, fuck!”
She danced away from him, panting hard.
“Do you need to safeword, darlin’?”
She shook her head hard.
“Use your words, Rubi,” he demanded.
“I… no. I don’t need to. Sir,” she said on a panting breath.
He began again, smacking her tender thighs, moving up to flog her ass, then back down again.
“Ah, ahh!” she yelled.
He stepped in and fisted his hand in her hair, holding tight. “Give me a color, Rubi.”
“Green. I’m green.”
“You’re certain?” he demanded.
“Yes, green, Sir.”
He moved back and landed a hard smack on her ass, and she yelped once more, louder this time, then leaned all her weight forward, her body hanging in the cuffs.
Knowing she needed a break—and that he desperately needed to touch her—he pressed his body close to hers, his chest hard against her back, and reached around her and into her panties once more.
Ah, she was fucking soaked. He slipped his fingers down, then even lower, until he found her wet hole, and pressed inside her.
“Oh, God…” she muttered as she spread her thighs for him.
He smoothed her wetness back up to her swollen clit and began working it, rubbing in circles over the tight nub. She arched her hips into his hand, and his dick grew harder and harder, pressing against his jeans as she panted and panted, then started to make little mewling noises.
He dropped the flogger to the floor so he could slip the other hand down the back of her lacy panties and under her.
“Spread wider for me,” he ordered.
She did, and he pressed his fingers inside her sweet pussy and began to fuck her as he worked her clit.
“Oh, oh, oh…”
She was so damn wet, and he wanted to get deeper inside her. Needed it to be his aching cock, and not his fingers. But this was for her.
All for her .
He pinched her hard little clit between his fingers, thrust harder inside her, and she came in a torrent of wet heat, her sweet cunt clutching as he plunged in and out of her.
“Ah, God, Logan! Ahhhhhh!”
She came so damn hard, and it didn’t stop. He kept fucking her, kept rubbing and pinching her clit, his hand wet with her juices. As soon as it seemed she was catching her breath, it started all over again, and lord, he could almost come in his jeans, it was so fucking hot.
Finally, it eased, and her pussy stopped spasming. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, sucking her sweetness into his mouth.
“Baby, I need to fuck you,” he told her, hearing the low growl in his voice.
“Mmm, yes, please.”
She was so limp in the cuffs, he had to hold her up with a knee between her thighs so he could attempt to get the cuffs off her, but then he decided he loved the way they looked, and instead unclipped the carabiners holding them to the chains, leaving the thick leather encircling her wrists.
Mine .
Yes .
She nearly fell into his arms, and he half-carried her to the spanking bench. He helped her bend over it and slid her lace panties off before he placed her knees on the leg rests. Then he unzipped, and unable to wait even one moment longer, he plunged his hard cock into her.
Lord, her pussy was so hot, like heated velvet clasping his shaft. Grabbing the back of her hair and pulling as he dug his fingers into her scalp, he drew his hips back and slammed into her.
“Mmm, Logan, yesss,” she hissed between panting breaths.
He fucked her hard, savagely, needing to get out everything he’d kept pent up for so many years. The need to command her. To take her over. To make her his in a way he hadn’t felt for too long.
He knew he was hurting her, but he needed it. Needed to make them both feel on this intense level.
Soon the pressure built, pleasure like an electric current between them making his balls pull up tight. As he fought to keep himself from coming, she began to shiver, her cunt clenching his dick so damn hard, over and over, milking it. He spurted into her, pleasure crashing down around him, blurring his vision as he plowed into her sweet body.
“Fuck, baby!” he yelled.
He couldn’t seem to stop coming. And when he did—or, it felt as if it were winding down, anyway—all he could do was collapse against her, murmuring her name over and over.
“Rubi. Baby. My Rubi.”