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“Good.” Leaning closer, I stared into her eyes as I went on. “Because that’s exactly what you deserve.”
A magnificent cry escaped her throat as I removed the second clamp, my hand discarding the offending article before lowering to rub the hurt away.
“Now, thank me,” I instructed as my mouth lowered to her shoulder and kissed away the sting. “For the punishment, the orgasm—for all of it.”
“Master.” Heaving a breath, she shivered as I locked gazes with her once more and in that moment, I swore I could see straight into her soul—to the very essence of the woman I’d kidnapped and who had in turn, captured me. “Thank you for everything.”
***
We knelt in silence, her head against my chest until her breathing returned to normal. This was the moment when she was often vulnerable and looked to me for solace. I was thrilled to provide it. After so long alone, I finally had someone I wanted to keep by my side.
Enclosing her in my embrace, I breathed in her intoxicating scent, allowing my mind to wander. Would my life have been different if I’d met Tiffany sooner? Would her presence have been enough to save all those women who’d met their end in Hyde Park and beyond? I had no way of ever knowing but was consoled that there would never need to be another murder. She gave me everything I needed, more than I realized I yearned for and certainly more than I deserved.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, conscious that it was my responsibility to feed and nurture as well as chastise and confine.
“Yes, Master.” She twisted to acknowledge me, her lips curling. “Very.”
“Then I should apologize,” I started, my attention turning to the rope holding her right wrist. “We should have eaten before your punishment.”
“I understand.” She sighed as I released her wrist, her arm falling to her side as if it was made of lead.
“No,” I corrected her, directing my focus to her other arm. Unwinding the rope, I guided her limb to her side. “It’s not good enough. I pledge to do better should I need to punish my little girl again.”
“I cannot promise to always be on time.” She eyed me with her familiar salacious gaze. My little girl had resurfaced after her subspace. “You might have to spank me a lot, Master.”
“Is that right?” I tilted my head at her teasing tone. Could she really be in need of more of my attention already?
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m sure I can cope with the demand, little girl.” Rising to my feet, I offered her a hand and pulled her upright. “Careful,” I cautioned. “You might feel lightheaded for a while.”
“I’m okay, Master,” she replied, but even as she spoke, her body swayed, and she stumbled into me.
“No,” I instructed. “You’re not.” Shaking my head, I swept her into my arms. “I’ll carry you from here.”
Snuggling into my shoulder, she offered no protest as I stalked from my study into the hall. Passing one of the two cozy lounges located on this floor, I stepped inside and directed her to grab one of the fluffy blankets reserved for my pet. She smiled as she pressed it against her.
“Something smells good, Master.”
She sighed dozily as I carried her into the bright, modern kitchen. It was a far cry from the place I had grown up in, every refurbishment casting out more of the shadows my father had sowed.
“I hope so,” I replied. “I whipped up something special for us this afternoon and have left it on a low heat while I dealt with you.”
“You cooked something?” Her voice echoed with disbelief.
“Yes,” I confirmed, holding back my laughter. I had cooked for Tiffany on many occasions since she’d come to live with me, and I had no idea why she found it so unfathomable. “Your favorite, I believe?”
“Lasagna?” Her eyes lit up at the prospect. “No wonder it smells so good.”
“That’s right.” Kissing her forehead, I lowered her to the floor. “And because I’m a kind Master, I’m giving you the choice, little girl. Do you want to eat at the table together or, you can settle in your pet bed, and I’ll feed you?”
“Master.” A delightful blush bloomed on her cheeks. “I do appreciate the offer, but I’d much rather be at your feet.”
“Of course, you would.” I winked at her approvingly, gesturing to the soft dog bed we’d purchased for situations like this. “Then take your blanket and get comfortable. I’ll serve our food.”
Chapter Twelve
Lucas
