Page 31 of A Submissive's Gift
“Careful what you ask for,schatzi,” he murmured, his breath against her lips. “I promise, you will sing until the very demons in hell join in the notes of your pleas. You will sing until theangels in heaven lift up their own voices to join the chorus of your joy.” His mouth took hers, the kiss promising that his words were true.
Every molecule in her body prepared itself to give him every melody he wished to hear. Hearing him call her his treasure for the first time since that night told her that she would sing like never before. When he released her only to lift her to stand before him, his fingers working to slowly undress her, she prayed that Ryan’s work was foolproof, for she knew the echoes of her cries would be sounding for a very long time.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Logan was a renewed man as he climbed from the bed hours later. He couldn’t seem to keep from smiling, every note of Elizabeth’s song replaying again and again in his head. God, he was so thankful that the sweet melody had replaced the nagging doubt of his failure. He looked down at his fiancée, her hair spread across the pillows, a single strand trailing across her cheek. She was a stunning woman, but more importantly, she was beautiful inside. Instead of allowing him to continue to fade away, she’d had the strength to stand up and draw him back. He would never forget the absolute trust she had in him to protect her. He had finally realized that, even if he couldn’t keep bad things from happening to the woman he would give his life for, he could and would forever be there to help her get through them.
In the bathroom, Logan turned on the taps of the tub, pouring a generous amount of the bubble bath they had been given into the stream from the faucet. As the bubbles began to build, a soft, very pleasant scent filled the room. Knowing Elizabeth and Nancy had thought of every detail to make each room as romantic as possible, he opened cabinets to find candles, setting them around the room, lighting them andgetting out thick towels. Turning off the tap, he left the room, flipping off the light.
Walking back to the bed, he bent down, took the strand of hair between his fingers and lifted it to his lips before releasing it. He stroked his finger down her cheek, smiling as she turned toward him.
“Hi,” she said softly, opening her eyes to find his, peaceful at last, the last glimmer of doubt driven away. “What time is it?”
“Time for another test—if you are up for it.”
“Oh, goodie,” she said and grinned as she lifted her arms.
He chuckled and bent to pick her up, cradling her in his arms as he reentered the bathroom.
The tranquil scene drew a gasp from Elizabeth. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,schatzi.” Logan pulled her long hair into a ponytail, gently turning the long tail into a bun as he inserted a single clip to hold it off her shoulders. He set her into the tub and climbed in behind her. Elizabeth leaned against him as he slipped his arms around her. They remained still and silent for long minutes, relaxing in the warmth of the tub and the scent of the candles. Bending to kiss her neck, Logan felt her instant response as she began to turn toward him. “No, let me,” he said. Breathing deeply, Elizabeth nodded, expecting him to begin to make love to her again. Instead, his arm reached for the loofah and body wash he had set by the tub.
His hands had made her beg, moan, gasp, and scream as he had expertly used the flogger until her ass was crimson, and then made love to her earlier. Those same hands now made her purr as he slowly washed every inch of her body. Logan turned her to face him, cupping her cheeks between his palms, kissing her softly before washing her neck and her shoulders. Her nipples were puckered when his fingers found them before running the loofah over her breasts. He grinned when she arched toward himwhen his hand slowly moved down her stomach. Without him saying a word, she opened her legs as far as the tub would allow, allowing his hand to first cup her sex before he gently washed it as well.
Elizabeth was both relaxed and quivering by the time Logan stood, pulling her up to stand before him. She moaned as his hands sluiced the bubbles from her skin. When he stepped from the tub and helped her out, she sighed as he wrapped one of the huge bath sheets around her body. After drying every inch of her, he dried himself, and then she watched as he flipped the lever to drain the tub and blew out each of the candles.
“We didn’t make much noise,” she said quietly.
“Ah,liebchen, not all tests are for the soundproofing.” He grinned as he led her back into the bedroom. “As conscientious owners of Haven, we can check off several items from just our bath.” He paused and slid the blue nightgown over her head, his hands guiding it down her body, moving to cup her breasts, his thumbs strumming over the taut peaks of her nipples. “We learned that the tubs are definitely big enough for two and the towels are perfect—both to wrap a wet little sub in, as well as let a Dom know his won’t fall off every time he moves.”
Elizabeth giggled as she remembered that had been one of his Haven Notes when they’d begun planning the hotel. “What else did you learn?” she asked, wondering why he was pulling on his jeans.
“I learned that you are incredibly sexy with candlelight falling onto your wet skin. I learned that bubble baths are just as wonderful for me, as long as I can share them with you.” He pulled the duvet from the bed and walked to the door.
“Um, I thought we had all night,” she said, looking back at the bed and then to him.
“Schatzi, we have a lifetime,” Logan said, as he opened the door and held out his hand.
Elizabeth had no idea what he was planning but trusted him implicitly. Taking his hand, she padded down the hall beside him. When he led her up the stairs, she began to smile. They both used their free hands to open the double doors and then stood in awe.
There was no need of candles, as moonlight poured through the huge plate glass window in front of them. The lake was nothing but a shadow that appeared to weave as the branches of the trees framing it swayed in the night air. Stars sparkled like diamonds in the sky.
Logan spread the duvet out on the dais. Elizabeth shivered as he looked at her and again reached for her hand. Pulling her close, he bent and kissed her until she was breathless, her hand moving behind his head to press his mouth harder against her own, her moan of need seeping into the room. When his deftly released the clip, allowing her hair to flow down her body, she was again reminded of the first night they had made love. Logan set her away, only to slowly push the spaghetti straps of the gown off her shoulders to press his mouth against her skin. She trembled as his hands slowly guided the gown down, baring her inch by inch, until it slipped from her body to pool on the duvet. He stepped back and removed his jeans.
Linking the fingers of their hands together, they knelt, their mouths fusing again. Nothing was rushed as lips and tongues explored the other. Guiding her onto her back, Logan moved between her legs, his cock aching to bury itself into her. Their hands linked again as he pulled her arms over her head, his lips taking hers as he pushed inside her warmth. Every movement was slow and exquisite. As they made love, it was exactly as predicted. Elizabeth felt like they were making love amidst the stars of heaven, and when they fell over the pinnacle together, she could swear she heard the chorus of angels sharing the cries of their ecstasy.
They performed the final test the next morning. Logan checked the temperature of the water before guiding Elizabeth to stand beneath the rain head fixture. Her moan of pleasure had his cock stiffening as the water cascaded over her body, her head tilted back to allow it to sluice through her hair and down her face. Logan stood outside the stall, his eyes following the stream as it ran across her breasts to fall from her nipples, which were peaked into hard pebbles despite the warmth of the water. Lowering his eyes past the flat plane of her stomach, he saw the neatly trimmed triangle of her pubic hair glistening with the droplets, his heart rate picking up at the knowledge of what lay just out of sight. He forced his eyes to continue lower to see the rivulets running down her legs to finally disappear into the drain.
“Turn around,” he said, his voice barely audible above the sounds of the rain shower. He watched as she gathered the wet strands of her hair and pulled them over her shoulder before she slowly turned. Though the view had changed, it remained as captivating as the first. With her head slightly bowed, her slim neck was revealed, and his first thought was that of the collar he would soon place around her throat. The pale skin of her back was presented, the water flowing over her shoulder blades and down her spine in a straight line until it began to curve over the rounded hillocks of her buttocks. Logan stepped in to join her, barely aware of the water striking his own body as he wrapped his arms around her.
Elizabeth shuddered at his touch as he pressed himself against her back. His mouth descended on her exposed neck, his lips nibbling the sensitive area behind her ear. She could feelhis cock against her back and her sex began to bloom, adding its own liquid to the flow. He didn’t speak as his hands moved to cup her breasts, thumbing her nipples as she pressed her ass against him. Though they had made love until they were both completely sated the evening before, it was as if they were joining after weeks of being apart.
With one hand on the side of her head, he turned her face until he could capture her mouth with his own. The temperature seemed to increase as he kissed her, her lips opening to accept his tongue. By the time he lifted his mouth from hers, she was shaking, her body craving more than the caress of the water falling on them both. Holding her securely, Logan moved the few steps to where the long bench ran across one wall. Splaying a hand against her lower back, he silently instructed her to bend over.
Elizabeth obeyed, her hands braced against the seat, her eyes closed, her legs spreading as her body quickened in expectation of his taking her. The first sensation she felt had her breath catching as her mind attempted to adjust to the unexpected. The second touch had her no longer confused as she moaned, her eyes flying open, her head turning to see Logan lifting the bath brush they’d been given for the next stroke. When it landed, she found her breath and moaned, her ass lifting to receive it. Each swat disturbed the stream of water, sending droplets flying in all directions as Logan methodically continued to cover every inch of her bottom with the back of the long brush. Every splat was accompanied by Elizabeth’s soft moans, her song changing as her ass reddened.
“Elbows down, ass up, legs spread wider.”
