The Bleeding Hearts Inn

The Bleeding Hearts Inn Robbie Shaw Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Robbie Shaw All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without written permission from the author. Cover design and illustration by Patricia Tani This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, or events is purely coincidental. Contents 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Epilogue Author’s Note About Robbie Shaw Chapter 1 “How was it?” Eloane asked Roger, her breath still heavy. Beads of perspiration clung to her upper lip, and a strand of her wavy auburn hair clung to her forehead. Naked, they lay side-by-side on Eloane’s queen-size bed. Eloane stared at Roger, awaiting his answer. Roger’s eyes opened, and a smile slowly spread across his face. “Pretty fucking good. But you didn’t cum. Should we do something about that?” “That’s okay. We’ll get to me next time.” “You sure?” asked Roger. “Yeah. I’m a sex camel. I can take my extra desire and store it in one of my humps for later.” “You do have some great humps,” he observed. Roger gave Eloane a slap on her broad bum. She tucked herself into his armpit and draped her curvaceous thigh across his lean legs. She traced a figure eight on Roger’s chest with her fingertip. “So what did you like best?” she asked. “About the sex? All of it.” “Did you like what I did with my mouth?” “Yeah, that was good. Your BJs are the best.” “I’m glad you liked it,” Eloane said. “I was trying something new that I read about.” “Oh yeah? Well, you really are the best at research.” “Gross! Don’t make jokes about work. I’d rather keep all the law talk at the office.” “Speaking of talk,” said Roger, “I liked your dirty talk.” “Did you?” “Yeah, that stuff about my magnificent cock was pretty hot.” Eloane blushed. “Well, it is magnificent.” “Go on,” Roger urged. “It’s a magnificent, beautiful, awe-inspiring work of art that I feel privileged to put in my mouth.” Roger reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone. He pressed something on his phone screen, then aimed it at Eloane. “Say all that again.” Eloane recoiled, sitting up and covering her breasts with her arm. “Roger—are you recording me?” Roger smiled and stared at his phone’s screen. “Stop it!” Eloane implored. “C’mon… You’re so sexy. I just want to record you being sexy.” “No way. I don’t want a naked video of me ending up on the internet.” “That’s not going to happen.” Roger looked up from his phone and directly at Eloane. “Don’t you trust me?” Eloane paused before answering. “Yes, I trust you. But sex tapes just seem to have a way of getting accidentally uploaded for the entire world to see.” “Look… I’ll watch the recording once, then I’ll delete it right after. Please, El? Pleeeease?” Eloane sighed. “Okay. But you really have to delete it after you watch it.” “Of course I will.” Roger put his free hand on his heart. “I solemnly swear, as a legally licensed lawyer in the state of Washington, that I shall delete this video immediately following a first viewing, and that under no circumstances will said video find its way onto the World Wide Web, under penalty of a really, really wicked spanking.” “It’s not a joke, Roger. Be careful with the video… And try to make me look good.” “Thank you, El! Thank you thank you thank you! And there’s no way to make you look bad.” Roger raised his phone. As a successful, twenty-nine-year-old lawyer with her own condo, Eloane had a lot to be proud of. But sitting there with a camera lens aimed at her completely naked, size-fourteen body, she couldn’t help but feel cripplingly self-conscious. A lifetime of self-image issues threatened to overwhelm her. Eloane reasoned with herself. Was she not a beautiful person, worthy of any man’s admiration? Roger was so determined to video her—surely that proved that she deserved to be the object of his lust. Why not enjoy being worshipped? Eloane took a deep breath and lowered her arm, uncovering her breasts. Her nipples felt hypersensitive to the air, even though the condo was not cold. She smiled at Roger, although his face was now mostly hidden by his phone. “What now?” she asked. “Play with your nipples,” Roger commanded. Eloane reached for her right nipple and took it between her thumb and forefinger. She looked up at Roger, but he remained motionless and quiet, except for his breathing, which accelerated. Eloane rolled the nipple between her fingers. Her mouth fell open, and the tiniest sigh escaped her lips. Being observed this closely made every sensation feel more pronounced, and her own fingers felt foreign on her body. Her face flushed, partly out of self-consciousness, but also partly out of arousal. The fact was that Eloane felt compelled to please others. And what she was doing at the moment was clearly pleasing Roger. “What now?” she asked. “Talk dirty,” said Roger. “What do you want me to say?” “Tell me how much you love my cock.” “I love your cock… so much.” “No. Do it like you did before. Use all your sexy words.” Eloane gave her nipple a firm pinch. She closed her eyes and let the intense sensation wash over her. She could do this. She opened her eyes. “I sometimes dream about your cock when I’m at work,” she began. “Oh yeah,” responded Roger. “When I’m in a dull meeting, my mind drifts to