Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
Sitting together in the dark watching the movie last night was exactly what they’d needed. Logan had taken Rubi’s hand, and her warm fingers had curled around his and stayed there until the film was done and the lights had come up. One more thing they hadn’t done in too long.
He’d ordered Rubi to stay in bed this morning and read whatever she had on her Kindle while he went to meet with Derek. There was something about him that made Logan feel like he could trust him completely. And as much experience as he’d had dominating Rubi when they were younger, he knew he was in some unfamiliar territory now.
When he got to Derek’s office, the petite brunette dressed in a fuzzy baby-blue onesie and bunny slippers that he’d come to find out was Derek’s wife, and his Little, was just coming out.
“Oh! Hi, Colonel! My Daddy said to go right on in,” she announced.
“Ah, thank you, Sadie.”
He gave her a smile and opened the door.
Derek was at his desk when Logan came in, but he got up right away, extending a hand. “Have a seat.”
Logan settled into a chair on the other side of his desk, and Derek sat back down.
“What can I do for you, Colonel?”
“Logan, please. No formalities necessary here.”
“Logan, then. So, tell me what I can help you with.”
“Well, you know how we were talking the other day? Rubi has been to see Catherine Denten, and I think it helped her a lot. We’re both grateful that you have a psychologist on staff. But to be honest, I feel like I should be looking after myself, too, so that I can be the best Dominant possible for her. I could really use a chance to brush up on my flogging skills. I haven’t Florentined in years. Do you happen to have a tutor available?” he asked. “And my left shoulder has been giving me some trouble, so I may need to get to your gym and work the stiffness out a bit if I’m gonna throw two floggers. Do I need to check in at the front desk to get into the gym?”
“Nope, it’s available to any of our guests. I could benefit from working out a little more myself, and I’d be more than happy to join you in the gym today, if you like. And then to help you with Florentine practice.”
“You sure you have time with running this whole place?”
Derek smiled. “That’s what good help is for, and I’ve definitely been slacking on my workouts. Plus, I kind of get the feeling you need to talk.”
Logan nodded as a sense of relief came over him. “Yeah, the truth is, I could use some Dom-to-Dom time, and not just for flogger practice.”
“Great!” Derek glanced at his watch. “How about I go change and meet you there in about twenty minutes? I’ll bring my floggers for after, too.”
“Sounds good.”
The time in the gym with Derek had been exactly what Logan had needed. Derek was such a good guy. So easy to talk to. Logan had confided a little more about what was happening with Rubi and their relationship, as well as their kink dynamic, and the longer they talked, the more Logan realized he’d needed more than advice. He’d needed a trusted ear, a way to just to get it out of his system—all the worries he’d sat on for such a long time. To say the words to someone he was so comfortable with, someone who wasn’t Rubi, because he was afraid of scaring her or making her feel bad. And Derek did make a really great suggestion regarding Logan’s plans for Rubi in the Dungeon that night.
They’d had a good workout, both of them running on the treadmills, then lifting weights as they talked, and it had been great for Logan to get to know Derek better. He had some hysterical stories about Sadie and the resident Littles at the Ranch. Logan had never realized how much fun—and how challenging—having a Little could be. And it was good to learn more about the ageplay dynamics. One could never learn too much about kink and the variety in dynamics, and theirs sounded incredibly sweet and loving.
He wanted his relationship with his own wife to be incredibly sweet and loving again. They were definitely moving in that direction, and it seemed that was going to be possible more and more with each passing day at Rawhide Ranch.
As he strode down the hall, approaching the door to their suite, he let out a long sigh. He hadn’t realized until today just how worried he’d been that they’d never really find their way back to the deep intimacy they’d once shared. But things were beginning to look brighter.
If only he could help Rubi get back on board as completely as he was.
Derek had urged him to let her know he was a hundred percent in. He realized he’d just assumed she knew where his heart was, but Derek was right. Rubi wasn’t a mind-reader, and there was no such thing as too much reassurance. He intended to give her everything she needed.
Everything.
For her .
He smiled to himself as he opened the door of the suite, eager to see his beautiful wife.
Rubi stood looking at her reflection in the mirror. The black mesh camisole and matching undies didn’t look too bad.
No. She needed to follow Catherine’s advice.
“You look great,” she told her reflection. “In fact, you look pretty darn rockin’ for an almost fifty-year-old woman.”
She shook her head. That wasn’t quite right, either. She tried again. “You look hot, Rubi Shaw.”
She smiled at herself. That was better, even if she didn’t quite believe it. But hopefully that would come with practice.
Logan came into the bedroom and let out a low wolf whistle. “Damn, woman. You trying to bring me to my knees? Because we have a whole evening ahead, and I intend to do some very wicked things to you.” He moved closer and swept her into his arms. “And I can’t do most of those things if I’m on my knees. That’s more your job.”
She let out a giggle as he kissed her neck, his playfulness making her feel young again.
“I can’t see you on your knees unless it’s to work on the car or fix the lawnmower.”
“It’s good you understand that, babygirl. Now get that black dress on to cover your luscious self, and let’s get to the Dungeon.”
Her stomach lit up with nerves, just as it had the other night, but this time her nipples perked up and her pussy went a little damp as that first edge of excitement buzzed through her.
“Yes, Sir.”
He leaned in and bit her earlobe. “You really are trying to bring me to my knees tonight,” he growled. “But I know how to take care of that.”
“I bet you do,” she teased back. “And I can hardly wait.”
It was true. By the time they took the elevator downstairs and walked through the main Dungeon area, where three couples were already playing, she couldn’t deny her level of excited anticipation. Or how her body was responding, small shocks of desire running just under her skin, through her belly, her breasts, and settling in that slowly heating spot between her thighs.
“Different room tonight, baby,” Logan told her, leading her to a door across the hall from where they’d played before.
He opened it and they stepped inside, and once her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she saw there was a chair and ottoman, a spanking bench, and a padded table, like the other room, plus a strange, high chair in one corner. Then she realized with a small gasp that every wall of the room was covered in mirrors, like a dance studio. She stopped in her tracks.
“Logan, I can’t. Please” she pleaded.
He dropped his toy bag and took her face in his hands, staring into her eyes.
“Babe, you can. Because I’m gonna blindfold you.”
“But… why, then? Why all the mirrors?”
“Partly for me, but I don’t want you to think about that. I want you to do your breathing, focus on what’s happening to your body. Every sensation, every breath—yours and mine.”
“Ugh! But that means you’ll be watching me from every angle and?—”
“And appreciating every single moment, darlin’,” he interrupted. “Every beautiful inch of your body.” He ran his hands down her sides. “Every bit of your gorgeous, silky skin.”
He leaned in closer, until his mouth was so close to her ear, she could feel the warmth of his breath. “And I plan to mark your lovely skin. I plan to leave my mark , so you’ll know how much you mean to me. So every time you feel the soreness I plan to leave you with, you’ll feel how you belong to me.”
His murmured words were making her tremble with need, but a part of her couldn’t stop thinking about him looking at her reflection on every wall of the room.
“Logan, the idea of you seeing me like that…”
“I know, baby. That’s why we’re here. I know you’re all in your head about this. But I know what I’m doing. Do you trust me?”
“Of course” she replied automatically.
He pulled back, cupping her face once more. “No. Don’t answer by rote. Do you trust me to take you through this experience tonight? To appreciate you every minute you’re under my hands, submitting to me? To find beauty in every single moment with you?”
She swallowed hard, emotion clogging her throat. She knew she could trust him—it was trusting herself that was the problem, she realized. But if she got nervous she could always repeat the mantra Catherine had given her.
She nodded. “Yes. I trust you, Sir.”
“That’s my good girl. Now, let’s do some breathing.”
He placed his hands in hers and gave them a squeeze. “Focus on me, on my face, my eyes. Now draw in a good, long breath. Yeah, and hold it. And now blow it out slowly. Good. Again.”
He took her through the exercise five or six times, then he told her, “Now I want you to let it all go. Fall into my eyes, babygirl. Fall into my breathing. Into my hands.”
She gave a quick nod, then did as he said, following his breathing; in, then out, her gaze locked on his. His eyes were wide and dark, the brown and gold of the iris getting lost in the pupils. There was so much depth there. It was as if she could feel him more and more the longer she focused.
She was vaguely aware of her muscles loosening all over her body, the breathing becoming almost automatic, guided by his. And somehow she’d drifted into subspace, bit by bit, so that when he guided her to the long, padded table and unclasped her bra, all she felt was the air whispering over her hardening nipples.
He didn’t say a word as he slipped her panties down her legs, then helped her to step out of them, leaving her in nothing but her high heels. Then he lifted her onto the table and gently pushed her onto her back before fastening first her wrists, then her ankles into soft leather cuffs mounted at each corner of the high, vinyl-covered table.
He bent to kiss her lips, softly at first, then he pressed harder, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He pulled back to lick and nip at her lower lip, which he knew she always loved, and with every touch her body heated more, became more pliant.
“Stay right there,” he ordered.
She held perfectly still as he moved to a small table to one side and lit a candle, then he turned back to her and started to gently stroke her body. He ran his hands down her arms, over her calves, then up the length of her thighs, and her pussy clenched when he reached that tender skin where thigh joined hip. But before it got too intense, he stopped and turned away. When he turned back, he held the candle, a small votive in a glass container.
She didn’t even have time to wonder before he tipped the candle and spilled a small pool of the heated wax onto her stomach.
“Ohhhh!”
“What color are you, baby?”
“Mmm, green, Sir. I like it.”
He ran his hand over the cooling wax, holding it there for a few seconds before sliding it down to her mound. He pressed down there, just enough that her pussy felt the lovely pressure. He kept his hand there, pressing, then releasing, then pressing again as he spilled the wax over her ribcage.
“Oh! Mmm, yesss…”
It was hot, but not burning; just enough to bring a small amount of pain. And there was something incredibly sensual about it at the same time. So sensual, helped by the rhythmic pressure against her clit.
He set the candle down and grabbed something else from the table. “Time to blindfold you, Rubi.”
He slipped a black satin blindfold over her eyes, and immediately she felt better. Safer, somehow. And more in tune with her body as he slid his hand up to caress her breasts, first one, then the other. His hands felt so good on her, raising goosebumps everywhere he touched. Then he began to roll one nipple between his fingers, lightly at first, then harder and harder, pinching the tender flesh, then pulling on it before rolling and pinching once more until need drove through her in sharp flashes that heated her up inside, her pussy throbbing.
Her nipples had always been incredibly sensitive, and she loved when he did this. Even more now that she was blindfolded, the world narrowing in focus to nothing but sensation, the scent of the burning candle, of her husband beside her.
Her nipple grew so incredibly hard under his fingers, and her pussy grew wetter; she could feel her clit swelling as pleasure rolled through her body. She was sinking into sensation, her mind beginning to float when he pinched her nipple firmly at the base, and poured the hot wax onto the hardened tip, and it stung like crazy.
“Ouch!”
“That’s not a safe word, darlin’. Do you need to safeword?”
“No. Oh, no.”
“Good,” he said before he gathered her whole tit in his hand and poured more wax onto it.
A lot of wax, she realized, as her skin tingled and burned. But she loved the sensation, loved the pain. He did it once more, layering the heated wax on top of the still-hot wax he’d spilled onto her skin a moment ago, and it layered the heat.
“Unh!”
“Give me your color, baby,” he demanded.
“Still green. It hurts, but… green,” she answered, panting.
He took her other breast roughly in his free hand, teasing her nipple until it was stiff, then pinching it hard a few times, hard enough that she arched up off the table.
“Ohhh!”
“Yes, babygirl. You’re doing so well. Take a breath. Yes. Now blow it out.”
As she did as he instructed, he spilled the melted wax onto her breast, right over the already sore nipple, making her call out.
“Oh, fuck!”
He let out a low, amused chuckle before checking in with her again. “Do you need to safeword, baby?”
“No,” she panted. “No, Sir. Green.”
This time he pressed his palm flat against her stomach, and she waited, wondering where he’d pour the wax this time. She took in a breath, blew it out, then drew in another, but he was making her wait, making her wonder, and she had to smile to herself at that little bit of mindfuck.
Finally, one small droplet of wax landed on her stomach, and her muscles clenched for a moment, anticipating more. But instead of the wax, he slid one finger into her wet, aching pussy.
“Oh, God!”
He added another finger, then a third, and began to fuck her. Pressure built inside her right away, and she needed to come. He curved his fingers, hitting her g-spot, which was something she didn’t always let him do at home, something they hadn’t done in a long time. And she knew right away that he planned to make her squirt.
“Logan, no… please.”
It felt amazing, even better than a regular orgasm, but it had always made her feel self-conscious. There were too many taboos around it.
“I know you don’t want to, baby,” Logan told her. “But you’re going to squirt for me, whether you like it or not.”
He fucked her harder, faster, his fingers rubbing relentlessly that most sensitive spot inside her, and she didn’t know if she could hold back as the pressure rose, seeming to flood her abdomen with an exquisite need.
“I’ve told you every time what an incredible thing it is that you can, babygirl. How fucking hot it is for me. Now come for me, baby. Squirt for me, all over my hand.”
“Oh, I… Logan, nooo.”
“Rubi, yes,” he ordered, working her even harder.
Suddenly it was happening, that incredible build of pressure deep inside her releasing, and she yelled—she couldn’t help it.
“Ahhhhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Sensation was a beautiful thing, so intense she could barely process it. The yelling turned into a mewling sound she was only vaguely aware of. And he kept working her as her entire body spasmed, flooding her with a pleasure so profound she went limp all over, her mind emptying out.
“Yeah, my baby. Oh, God, so beautiful,” she heard him say from the faraway place where she floated.
Finally, he slipped his fingers from her body and kissed her mouth. She kissed him back hungrily, feeling on some soul-deep level that she had to show her gratitude for what he’d done to her body, bringing her to this place of utter bliss.
As he kissed her, he slipped the blindfold off. Then he pulled back and gazed down at her, a small smile on his handsome face. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and murmured, “You are so damn beautiful.”
She blinked up at him, still half out of her head. Then, as he straightened up, her gaze followed him—and that’s when she realized the ceiling was mirrored, too. And there she was, naked, bound. Her breasts and belly covered in wax. Her muscles were so lax, she couldn’t have moved if she tried. But something had shifted. She didn’t want to move. Had no urge even to cover herself. Instead, what she saw in the mirror was a woman deep in submission, drifting in subspace. Well used. Well loved. She smiled up at her reflection, seeing, finally, the beauty her husband had been talking to her about.
She was filled with such a sense of peace, and a happiness she hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe never before.
“Baby,” Logan said, sliding his hand over her torso, then her cheek as he bent over her once more. “How are you doing? How are you feeling? Can you tell me?”
“Mmm. I feel… light. Like… light inside, and as if I weigh no more than a feather. Floating.” She let out a giggle; she couldn’t help it.
He grinned down at her. “Oh, it’s funny, is it?”
The giggle only grew. “Yes. Apparently,” she said, the giggle turning into an outright laugh. “I feel like… I’m a little bit drunk. I want to do it again.”
Logan chuckled. “Which part?”
“All of it.”
“Okay, my baby. But first, let me get a towel under you and clean up a bit.”
It was then she realized she was lying in a puddle. It only made her giggle again.
She knew she was totally out of her head. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was how amazing her husband had made her feel. How he had freed her, somehow. How beautiful she actually felt. And how badly she needed to come or squirt again.
Or both.
Everything .
“Logan. Sir…”
“Yes, baby?” he responded as he tucked a folded towel under her.
“Will you please fuck me now?”
“Hell, yes. But I thought you wanted more wax and squirting?”
“Mmm, yes, all of it, please.”
He let out a low laugh. “As you wish, babygirl. But let’s get some water in you first. It’s going to be a very long evening, and you’re gonna need to hydrate.”
She giggled again as he turned away, aware that something important had happened between them tonight. To her. But she was still floating in that lovely, faraway place. She could think it all through later.
She woke as the sun was just rising, the faint glow in shades of gold and pink coming through the heavy curtains of their room. She only had the most misty recollections of their night in the mirrored room, but she knew it had changed her in some profound way. And, she thought, Logan, too.
The mirrors, as frightening as they’d been to her at first, had turned out to be exactly what she needed. To see herself in that state of utter submission. In the aftermath of such exquisite pleasure. How could she not have seen herself as anything other than beautiful in that moment?
Catherine’s words came to her.
Through eyes tinted with love .
Yes, that was it, she thought sleepily as she began to drift off again. It was love that was at the core of all of it. Logan loved her, and she’d seen herself in the way he viewed her. And perhaps, in that moment, she’d learned to love herself again.
Finally.