Page 26 of Rediscovering Rubi

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?—”

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