Deliberately ignoring her concern that the ATV’s engine would be loud, he lifted her onto the seat. “Schatzi, I doubt your cries will carry over a mile.”
As he climbed in front of her and started the ATV, Elizabeth understood. She smiled and laid her cheek against his back as he drove along the shore of the lake to a destination in the copse of trees behind the hotel.
There was something surreal about the woodshed in the dark. The building was far enough away from any others that she felt herself looking around, almost as if to see if any of the shadows moving belonged to a sinister character out of a horror film, instead of the simple movement caused by the breeze. Wrapping her arms around herself, she watched as Logan slipped the key into the lock, never even wondering how he’d come to have it in his pocket in the first place.
Chuckling, he pushed open the door and pulled her inside. “I’ll keep you safe, liebchen,” he promised as he shut it behind them.
If the outside had seemed eerie, the dark interior was even more so. It took her eyes a moment to adjust, and she was amazed that the darkness of the night seemed to be magnified inside.
“Stay here,” Logan directed, giving her hand a squeeze as he left her to walk across the room, avoiding any of the furnishings until he opened the door that connected to the old well house and flipped on a switch. Soft light fell through the doorway, illuminating the room just enough to chase away any shadows where Elizabeth stood.
Logan walked back to her, bending to kiss her as his fingers drew the t-shirt up her body. She was soon nude before him, her skin pebbled with goosebumps due partly from the chilly evening and partly from the arousal that had begun the moment he’d reached for her. Elizabeth moaned as his hands ran slowly up and down her body, his touch causing her already hard nipples to go tighter, her tummy flipping with anticipation and her sex moistening with desire.
“I promise, you won’t be cold long,” he said, as he bent to kiss her until she was pressing into him, her body responding to his every touch.
He led her to the corner where the tall stool sat, easily lifting her and placing her on it. He removed the slate from the wall, handing it to her, along with the piece of chalk. “Write down what you need to release—tell me why by the time you leave this room, you will no longer be unable to accept the fact that you have created a dream that is magical. Tell me what your heart knows to be true.”
Elizabeth had expected to be led to the barrel for a repeat of their first trip to the woodshed. Instead, Logan had known that a repeat wasn’t what she needed. This was not a fun interlude, where she’d giggled and they’d recreated an imagined scene from decades earlier. This wasn’t about safety first, not in a physical way at least. This was about feeling safe—safe in her dream, safe in her desires, and safe in her lifestyle shared with a man who would always be by her side, protecting her physically as well as emotionally. She felt tears well as she accepted all he was giving her. When she finished writing her words, she handed the slate back to the man she loved.
Logan’s throat tightened as he read the words on the slate. “My dream is Haven’s promise.” He nodded, turned to replace the board, and then moved to lift her off the stool and into his arms. “The promise will be kept,liebchen. It will be shared by those who need to hear it. Lovers will find a place where they can share their unique choices with each other. Every day spent within the walls of your dream will renew the promises they have made to each other. Never, ever doubt that what you have done is to share that dream—that promise to all who seek it.”
Elizabeth felt tears slide down her cheeks as he held her. His words surrounded her entire soul, giving her the peace she needed. “I love you, Logan. I love you so much.”
“Schatzi, I will forever love you—every single part of you,” Logan said, bending to kiss her as his hands moved to cup herbottom. “Now, it’s time to impress those words onto a part of you that needs it as much as your heart does.”
Elizabeth shivered as he led her across the room, very conscious of the fact that he was still fully dressed while her clothing was in a pile by the door. Expecting to be led perhaps to the spanking bench, her stomach flipped yet again when he led her to the stocks. Her eyes grew huge as he dropped her hand so he could lift the bar. Her heart raced as he set it aside and took her hand again.
No words were spoken as he positioned her, stroking her cheek before guiding her to bend and place her neck and her wrists into the half-moon shapes. He pulled her hair over one shoulder before bending to pick up the bar which would keep her in place. The butterflies took flight and a moan fluttered in the room as he carefully set the bar into position, placing the iron pins into place, ensuring she was going nowhere until released.
Elizabeth shuddered, her mind imagining how people of old must have felt, being put into stocks for various crimes in the public square. She felt as if a thousand eyes were watching, wondering at her crime and voices calling out for justice. Her thighs were growing slick as her desire increased, her blood racing through her veins as Logan bent to wrap cuffs around her ankles, spreading her legs wide to hook the cuff’s attached chains to metal rings mounted on the floor. She could smell the scent of her own arousal, and blushed furiously when she heard Logan inhale as if physically drinking it in.
She couldn’t lift her head but could turn it enough to see Logan walking to the wall, touching implement after implement, as if the choice was the most important of his life. With a shudder, she realized that for this moment, it was. When he lifted a flogger from its hook and ran his fingers through the thin leather strands, she felt her clit swell and begin to throb. This was not the double-ended flogger. There were no soft suedestrands ready to caress her skin. This was one of Harry’s finest—a flogger meant for one purpose, and one purpose only—to redden a submissive’s ass until she was begging for mercy.
Logan’s footsteps echoed in the silent room as he returned. Squatting down before her, he stroked a finger down her cheek. “Ready?” With her slight nod and whispered, “Yes, Sir,” he bent forward and kissed her gently, before standing and taking his place as disciplinarian, swishing the flogger through the air, knowing that every sound she heard was a moment of delicious anticipation.
The silence of the room was no more. The first stroke, expertly applied to the center of her ass, had her gasping. The following dozen had her legs quivering, her bare toes curling against the wood of the floor. As he laid another, the leather strands striking against her tender sit spot, she cried out, her hands opening wide and then fisting as she began to fly, each stroke driving her higher and higher, until she no longer felt the pain, just the indescribable pleasure her Dom was gifting her with. Her voice called out her ecstasy, her relaxed hands and unclenched buttocks showing her acceptance of what Logan knew she needed. The strokes became softer, slower until the last was almost a caress against her red-hot globes. Logan smiled as he ran his hand across the surface of her ass, her slight hiss combined with her deep moan of need. Her thighs were slick with her juices, the lips of her pussy swollen and open, begging for him to take her.
Logan allowed his hand to slide down between her legs, loving her reaction as she attempted to arch into his hand, seeking his touch. He slid his fingers through her outer lips, splaying them until her soft inner lips were open as well. As he slid a finger into her pussy, she wailed with pleasure, the bar rattling slightly as she attempted to lift her head, the chains around the ankle cuffs jingling as her feet begin to dance. Logancontinued to play for a few more strokes, until she was flooding his hand in preparation of her explosion. Her cry was delicious to him as he slid his fingers from her and went to squat before her again.
“Ah, littleliebchen, did you believe you were done?” he teased, lifting her chin with one hand and presenting his slick fingers to her lips. “You have yet to complete the lesson.”
She moaned but opened her lips, accepting his fingers into her mouth, her tongue licking every drop of her essence from his fingers, her body shivering, her ass feeling as it were on fire, but the rest of her becoming aware of the chill in the air again.
Logan tucked the flogger’s handle into his back pocket as he went behind her, released her ankles and then released the bar. He set it aside and then helped her to stand. Her groan as she straightened caused him to pull her close, his hands and fingers moving down her back to massage the muscles. Feeling her shiver, and knowing it was most likely as much from a drop from sub-space as it was from the slight chill, he lifted her into his arms and walked to the spanking bench. “Stay,” he said softly as he laid her down, pulled off his shirt and draped it over her nude body.
Elizabeth sighed at the warmth, curling up on her side, watching as he disappeared into the other room, returning with a container of oil and a cloth. Logan cleaned the flogger and then oiled it, making sure it was ready for the next willing sub to experience its lash. He grabbed two bottles of juice from the refrigerator tucked against one wall of the interior, and then rejoined Elizabeth.
He sat, pulling her onto his lap, loving her hiss as her bottom connected with his thigh. “Here,schatzi, drink this.” He handed her the opened bottle of juice, making sure she was aware enough to actually hold it and bring it to her mouth. Satisfied, he opened his own bottle and drank it down, allowing that no playwould continue until he was positive she was ready. After fifteen minutes, she had finished the juice and handed him the bottle.
“Thank you, Sir. I think I can sleep now.”
Logan chuckled and placed the empty bottles on the floor. “Oh, I’m sure you could, but you are not yet done.”
She looked up at him as he lifted her off his lap. Thinking he was going to finally make love to her, she smiled, her sex instantly moistening yet again. When their destination became obvious, she turned to look up at him. “Seriously?”
“As a heart attack,” Logan chuckled, as he stood her in front of the blackboard that Craig and Jason had installed. “I want there to be absolutely no doubt that you will ever question the promise of your dream.”
“How about instead, I promise to show you that you’ve taught me well?” Liz suggested, her eyes full of the promise of passion.
