Page 32 of Rediscovering Rubi

“We all do,” Derek said with a laugh.

After his time with Derek, Logan sent Rubi a text asking how she was doing. Since she was enjoying time with her new friends, he decided it was a good time to try some of that self-care he and Derek had talked about.

The February air was chilly, but he bundled up, put on his hiking boots, and went for a walk. He crossed the property,making his way toward the stables, then beyond, until he got to the trails at the foothills.

It was beautiful country, with some snow on the ground and more up on the mountain peaks. And simply moving out in the fresh, clean air felt good. The quiet was meditative, giving him time to mull over his conversation with Derek. By the time he got back to the suite, his head felt clearer, and he was ready for a nap, which was unusual for him, but it had been a long few days, with a different kind of energy expended than he was used to.

He texted his wife to let her know where he was, and she texted back that she was going to the petting zoo with Reese and Claudia, and he should go ahead and rest for a while.

He kicked off his boots, then stripped down to his boxer briefs and got comfortable on the bed, drawing the down-filled throw blanket over himself. Closing his eyes, he dozed off in what felt like mere moments.

He woke up slowly to soft hands on his skin and the light scent of her perfume in the air, and it took him several moments before he could force his eyes open.

Rubi.

The drapes were drawn, the winter sun was setting, and the bedroom was illuminated only by a lamp shining through from the next room, just enough light to see by. She stood over him dressed in her silky black chemise trimmed in lace, her auburn hair hanging over her shoulders. She was touching him, her fingertips drawing slowly up his stomach, over his chest, pausing to brush his nipples, and they went hard. So did his cock.

When he reached for her, she gently pushed his hands back down.

“Will you hold still for me, Logan?” she asked. “Will you do as I say for a little while?”

She wasn’t usually the one in charge in the bedroom—never, in fact—but her touch felt so good, he was willing to see how it would go.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, a small tease in his voice so she’d know he wasn’t being a jerk about it.

She smiled at him, her features soft and loose. Sensual.

She pulled the blanket back and pushed it aside. Then she knelt, one knee on the edge of the bed beside him and leaned down to kiss his neck. And lord, it felt good, her soft lips tracing over his skin. Automatically, he lifted his hands to wrap around her waist, but she took them in hers and once more pushed them down to his sides.

“Uh-uh,” she murmured. “You said you’d let me be in control.”

“I sorta did, didn’t I?” he confirmed, willing to let her try. He was curious about what she’d do.

“Okay, then,” she said before pulling their black leather cuffs from the nightstand.

“What? Rubi, seriously?”

She nodded. “Yes, Logan. I need you to let go with me. And maybe this won’t work the same way for you as it does for me, but it’s… something.”

He thought it over, and it made an odd sort of sense.

“Okay, baby.”

She took one of his wrists and buckled a cuff around it. It felt strange. Not bad, but he definitely wasn’t used to it. It felt even weirder when she buckled his other wrist, then clipped the cuffs together with a carabiner and lifted his arms up so they rested on the headboard.

“I want you to stay still,” she told him. “Keep your arms over your head.”

As weird as it was, it was still hot as fuck to have her taking control. To have her initiate. To show her desire for him this way, especially when he knew her confidence was so newly found. It made his dick hard. He desperately needed her to touch him.

He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way. Oddly empowered by being bound, by having agreed to give up control, because even though she’d asked, it was his choice. Nope, this was definitely new territory, but he wasn’t opposed.

She leaned over him once more and kissed his neck, then moved to his mouth. She pressed her lips to his, then slipped her tongue between them and explored. She moved tentatively at first, then more boldly. When he tried to lift his head to deepen the kiss, she pulled back and gave him a small shake of her head. He let his head fall back onto the pillows, but damn, it was hard to indulge her in this with his cock already throbbing.

This time she kissed his chest, her soft, sweet lips brushing over his skin. When she kissed his nipple, he was shocked at his own response, at the way desire shot through his body like a damn rocket. He moaned quietly. She did it again, then moved to the other side, and pulled his nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, and lord, it felt so fucking good. Heat shimmered over his skin, down into his belly, and the harder she sucked, the tighter his balls pulled, the more his cock swelled.

“Fuck…”

She swept her lips down his stomach, leaving a trail of scorching kisses, pausing to let her tongue dart out over his sensitive flesh. She moved lower and paused to lift her head and trace the bulge of his erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs with her fingers.

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