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“You do if this is normal behavior.”
“It isn’t. And you’re wrong. I had friends at the club, but” she shrugged. “I never found a Dom I wanted exclusively. And even that was six months ago.”
He lifted his head. “Well, you have me now, if you want me. But regardless, I’m serious about paddling your ass. Are you going to let me take on that role for you? Do you accept me as your dominant and your boyfriend? I could be just your friend, but I want more from you, from us.”
He was serious, and she wanted that with him. Why wasn’t she scared or worried to contemplate such a commitment so early, hours into their meet? Her good sense had flown out the proverbial window, and for once, it didn’t matter because she wasn’t crazy except crazy attracted on many levels. Even after only three hours, she trusted this man, and plenty of others there tonight vouched for him.
“Isn’t it unsafe for me to say yes after one meeting and a short play session?”.
“It can be, yes. What does your gut tell you?”
His eyes held hers, and the question compelled her to return the stare. She licked her dry lips, and his gaze dropped as a wolf eyeing his prey before devouring her. His breath hitched, and he leaned down to run his tongue over the place she’s just had hers. Mallory shivered. He shifted his gaze to meet her eyes again.
“My gut tells me to trust you, and I want to, so badly. The boyfriend part? Let’s start as friends.”
“Good enough. As your Dom, however, you must take the paddling. It’s who I am and what you need.”
And dammit, she did need it. Everything the man dished out, she needed.
One quick kiss and he opened the back door of her SUV. Mallory slid into position quickly, but the tight space made it a little awkward. The smoked windows and the dark corner where her car was parked made it unlikely that someone not practicing the lifestyle would see them, but not impossible. That was the mind-fuck that Doms loved.
The sound of Monroe unzipping his bag of toys sent tremors of anticipation through her. She’d just submitted to his spanking less than an hour ago, and the sting had receded considerably. It wouldn’t be too bad, she told herself, and it would re-ignite the sting she craved. Mallory assured her churning stomach that he was just making a point.
“These are going to be swift, but they’ll sting.”
Without further warning, the first swat landed. A paddle! He could have told her he was using a freaking paddle. It seemed okay for a few seconds, then the burn kicked in. Her swift intake of breath told him she felt it. And she was sure the subsequent two squeals told him he was putting enough strength behind those swings. The fourth elicited an apology.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I was just so nervous I forgot to lock the car. And this was the closest spot to park when I got here. Honest, Monroe.”
He stopped to rub her afflicted backside. “Okay, sweetheart, just one more.”
The last swat was the worst, eliciting a sniffle, and while she had trained herself not to over-react to the sting, his paddle made it difficult not to kick her legs. “I’m not used to someone being worried about me. I take care of myself.”
Monroe rubbed her bottom longer, and then he kissed it, sending shivers of emotional warmth through her. Not for the achy backside, but for the man who dared to show her he cared for her in a way she hadn’t had in a long time, if ever, outside of her family. Unconditional affection. How had she lived without it for so long?
“I know, baby, but we’re going to change that thinking to include me, aren’t we?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, we are. Okay, beautiful, discipline is over.” He helped her up. And let her slide out of the backseat before him with his help. “Lesson learned.”
Monroe hadn’t once tried to impress her. Far from it. In fact, as the next couple of weeks progressed, he just talked and shared, encouraging her to do the same, and they bonded. He’d asked Mallory out on an actual in-person date after several meetups with others. She had accepted.
Monroe had been adamant that she needed to be sure of him. No gatherings or parties, but just the two of them. Her belly wiggled in delight and expectation. He was such a confident man, something she wanted in her life. He complemented her personality. No competition or jealousy because they each had substantial jobs. Mallory hoped he didn’t live too far from Lexington because the gathering and munches were in another town to save her reputation. Monroe probably did that, too. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow night’s date.
***
Craig looked at the little pharmacist leave with that muscle-bound gorilla again tonight, stopping Craig from grabbing her once again. It was infuriating, but he had learned patience over the years, and the reward for his long-suffering would be the best yet. He would just have to change his plan, but he would do it if she was his prize.
Chapter 2
Monroe stood to leave the briefing, determined to find answers. His life hadn’t been so tangled up since he returned from Army Medic training and came back to his off-base apartment stripped of anything of value, including his girlfriend. This was feeling much like that experience, only more perplexing. And if possible, after only two-and-a-half weeks, more painful.
His girlfriend in his early career had no staying power, and he’d known it, but she loved sex and let him run the show in the bedroom without complaints so long as she got off at least twice. He was young and horny then, and if he learned anything from that experience was to be more picky and quit thinking with his dick. He established minimum standards in his life that not every woman who was happy to hop in the sack with him could meet. Soon, his missions started, and he moved back on base, squelching any long-term relationship.
He had a full life, but damn, he missed talking to Mallory. No amount of reasoning or examining their long phone conversations would help him understand why she had ghosted him. He could remember his hand as it warmed her behind at the first munch. She’d gotten off on just that action, but he’d made sure she fired twice. He thought he’d found gold.
She wasn’t a newbie, just new to the area and out of practice. He sought partners who knew what they liked and when she had been so turned on after he had heated her ass, he planned a closer alliance. It was a spectacular sight to see and remember.
