Elizabeth moaned, going down onto her forearms, spreading her legs further apart, finding her balance and lifting her ass as high as she could, pushing it out to her Dom.
Logan’s cock jerked as her pussy was fully exposed, the water sliding along the lips of her sex to mix with her own juices. He ached to sink into her folds, but she had not yet given the notes he wished to hear. Flipping the brush over, he slowly ran it between her legs, the soft bristles stroking her core, the sound of her shocked surprise at the sensation causing his lips to curve into a smile. He ran the brush along her inner thighs, watching as they began to tremble, her ass to lift even higher as if begging for the brush to return. Return it did, but with a quick swat as he snapped his wrist upwards.
“Oh, God,” Elizabeth squealed as she began to rise, the pulsing of her clit increased tenfold by the single stroke.
“Down!” Logan snapped, placing one hand at the small of her back, letting her know he was not yet done. Once she was back in position, he renewed her spanking, the back of the brush connecting with the tightened skin where her buttocks met her thighs. Each sharp stroke was followed by the bristles running over the freshly sensitized flesh until the skin began to glow and her cries were echoing off the tiles of the shower. He alternated the last dozen strokes between her pink buttocks until the color soon matched that of her sit spot, and her ass was churning from side to side. A final stroke was delivered across the center of her bottom before Logan dropped the brush to the bench and stepped between her legs.
Elizabeth shrieked as he drove into her, filling her with that first thrust as she came, her contractions so strong she would have fallen if Logan’s hands had not been holding her securely as he rammed into her again and again. She felt his hands slide up her torso to come to rest as he cupped a breast in each palm, gently squeezing and stroking as she felt her body begin to spiral again. His fingers caught her nipples, tightening around each one, pulling and twisting until she was dancing beneath him,pulling away from his hold before pressing down again to offer her breasts to the man who played her body so beautifully.
Logan continued to stroke in and out of her, his hips slapping against the bottom he had colored with the brush, the heat of her cheeks providing an additional element of warmth as the heat of the walls of her pussy warmed his cock. His thrusts became harder as he drove deeper, his fingers playing with her pebbled nipples, his lips capturing water droplets as he bent to kiss along her spine before settling on her throat.
“Come with me,” he whispered in her ear, one hand dropping to find the swollen bud of her clit, the sound she made as he captured it between his fingers music to his ears. “Come,schatzi, sing for me.”
As she sang the song of passion his attention never failed to evoke, he thrust into her as deeply as possible, his seed jetting into her womb as her contractions milked the length of his cock until he was empty. His own legs were unsteady as moved away, keeping her in his arms as he took a seat on the bench.
“Shit!” He stood up quickly and, despite herself, Elizabeth giggled as she realized he had sat down on the bath brush. His mock scowl did nothing to stop her giggles as they turned into full laughter.
“Excuse me, Sir, but just to clarify, I believe that gift was meant to wash my back, not to spank my ass,” she teased, as he set it aside and pulled her down to straddle his knees.
“Sassiness only guarantees that I demonstrate its multiple purposes again,” Logan said, as he cupped her face and bent down to kiss her.
He did wash her back several minutes later, as well as every inch of her body, his fingers gently massaging her scalp as he washed her hair. When he finally turned off the tap and wrapped her in another bath sheet, he grinned. “I hope we budgeted for huge water bills.”
Elizabeth giggled as she stood before him so that he could comb out her hair. “I think we are going to need more towels as well. We’ve gone through how many in just a single night? At this rate, we are going to have to increase the budget to add additional washers and driers.”
“Or,” Logan suggested as he grinned, pulling the towel from around her and dropping it on the floor, “our guests can simply air dry.” Elizabeth laughed as she pulled the towel from around his waist.
“That’s why you are such a good partner, you are always thinking of ways to save money.”
“I pray that’s not the only reason,” Logan said, reaching for the hair dryer to begin the long process of drying her hair.
As the warm air, as well as his gentle fingers, separated the strands of her wet hair, Elizabeth looked over her shoulder. “That is but one of a million reasons, and I will gladly spend a lifetime reminding you of each and every one.”
They finished in the bathroom and dressed, each smiling at the other as they stripped the sheets from the bed and gathered the towels from the bath. At the door, they turned to look back at the first room occupied at Haven.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
Logan knew she wasn’t thanking him for the incredible night they had shared. “No,schatzi, thank you. Thank you for bringing me back. Thank you for trusting me, for loving me again.”
“Oh, Logan, don’t you know I could never stop loving you?”
He bent to kiss her again, knowing this room meant even more to them than the room at the top of the house. Finding her voice for the first time had been monumental—knowing that no matter what life threw at them neither of their voices would ever be stifled again as long as they had each other, was magical.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Well, good morning,” Garrett drawled, pointedly glancing at his watch, his lanky form leaning against the large island in the new kitchen at Haven. Logan’s grin, as he led Elizabeth to one of the bar stools and lifted her onto it, said that sarcasm was lost on him. No one bothered to hide the fact that they were watching to see how easily she settled onto the surface of the stool. When she couldn’t hide a slight wince, Barbara shook her head, leaving the room and returning with a thick cushion.
“Thanks,” Liz said, lifting herself to allow the pillow to be placed beneath her. Sitting again, she gave a sigh of relief.
“You’re welcome,” Barbara said. “Haven Note: I think we need to get a few more pillows. I’d hate to run out if every guest needs one to relax enough to enjoy breakfast.” The two women laughed, every person understanding that tenderness was quite often the result of a night spent submitting to a Dom. Craig smiled as he placed a mug of coffee before Elizabeth.
“Yes, more pillows and more towels,” Elizabeth agreed, sighing in pleasure as she took her first sip.
“We didn’t hear a single sound,” Ariel said, dunking her croissant into her coffee before taking a bite. Swallowing, shegave a big sigh. “It was really quite boring—well, at least to those who had to just listen.”
Liz rolled her eyes at her friend. Ariel was an incorrigible tease, but her love of life and all that it entailed was contagious. “I would think you’d be grateful, seeing as how you promised to give up being so curious.”
“Get real,” Ariel scoffed. “Not only should you know that would actually be impossible, I didn’t win the prize, remember? All promises any of us made are null and void. Come on, at least let us know if you even tried to make enough noise to make the test worthwhile.”
