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But then she’d looked at me with that heart-stopping innocence and I couldn’t help myself. I had kissed her. She’d tasted like sweet grapes and honey, and it hadn’t been enough.
I’d wanted so much more than a kiss.
Her innocence was intoxicating. It was the breath of fresh air I didn’t know I had been looking for.
It was clear that she wasn’t used to a man taking control of her in any form whatsoever and that had been even more delicious that I had imagined it would be. Every sigh, every whisper, every moan had been genuine and like the perfect goddamn wet dream.
Fuck. Just thinking about last night made me rock hard.
When I’d first threatened to redden her bottom with my belt, I’d expected her to tell me off, run away in fear, or even slap me across the face, but she hadn’t done any of those things. No, she’d done the exact opposite of what I’d expected.
She’d just looked at me with those curious eyes and practically dared me to do it.
I hadn’t been able to back away from that. I was only a man.
When she’d fought me, I stripped her bare and put her over my knee. Despite her protests, I’d found her soaking wet after I’d spanked her bottom bright pink. Her coy disobedience was enthralling and when I’d finally used my belt, I’d delighted in her cries as I whipped her and then her screams when she came for me with her ass still bright red.
I closed my eyes, lying back on the couch as I imagined the sight of her bent over it.
Fucking incredible. An absolute vision.
It was morning now and the sun was slipping in through the curtains. Naomi hadn’t emerged out of her bedroom yet and I didn’t want to startle her, but there would be no more sleep for me today. With a soft sigh, I opened my eyes, gazing into the kitchen.
The remains of the cheeseboard were still strewn over the table along with two half-drunk glasses of wine. We’d never quite made it to dinner.
A gentleman should put more than just his seed in his woman’s belly.
I would make sure she ate something heartier today. I pushed myself up and off the couch. As quietly as I could, I raided her cabinets and what was inside her fridge. I didn’t quite know what her tastes were other than what I’d seen last night. She enjoyed fruit, cheese, and wine, but none of those things were proper breakfast foods, at least not on their own. I’d lived by myself for years and I considered myself a reasonably good cook, so I wanted to make her something she’d like.
I’d make her pancakes. Everyone I knew liked pancakes. It was almost sacrilegious if they didn’t. A stack covered in butter, syrup, and whipped cream was considered better than sex by many people out there.
Supposedly…
I hunted down a large bowl and several pans. I quickly whisked up a thick batter, rationing it out into smaller portions. Then I mixed in some of the berries and other fruits that were left over from the night before. By the time I was plopping the first batch of pancakes into the pan, I heard the soft pitter patter of bare feet brushing against the floor behind me. With a gentle smile, I looked over my shoulder.
Naomi was standing by the doorframe. The sun caught her eyes in such a way that they sparkled. She appeared a little uneasy, and I grinned wider, hoping to alleviate whatever was making her anxious.
As much as I had hoped she might come out of her room naked for me, she had gotten dressed. Ever the professional, she was wearing a purple chiffon button-up top and a black pair of slacks. There was a pair of pretty black kitten heels on her feet. I could tell she was wearing makeup, but it only added to her understated elegance. She brushed a lock of her long brown hair behind her ear. It shone as if she’d spent the whole morning brushing it.
She glanced up at me with a wariness that hadn’t been there last night. I cocked my head, studying her more intently when she turned away and her cheeks reddened.
Ahhh. She was a little embarrassed.
A lot of firsts happened for her last night. I’d taught her things about herself that she likely hadn’t known before.
“I thought I might feed you one of my favorite breakfasts,” I grinned. She smiled a tiny bit, her gaze darting to the pan. She furrowed her brow with a glimmer of confusion.
“What are you making?” she asked, her curiosity burning through her shame.
“Pancakes,” I replied.
She repeated the word, her eyes crinkling adorably in the process. She looked at the batter in the pan and back to me, her expression entirely too doubtful. I’d fix that.
“You’ll like them. Trust me,” I added, and her blush deepened. She looked down at the floor, trying to hide it, but I’d seen it anyway.
“I’ll get some plates and silverware,” she said.
“Good girl,” I praised. She stopped dead in her tracks for the briefest of moments, before remembering herself. Her fingers pressed against her belly, and she hazarded a quick glance in my direction before deciding to turn away entirely.
