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The big Kindred’s eyes went wide again.
“Why was he whipping you at all in the first place?” He demanded. “What kind of a club was this place you met him at?”
“That’s none of your business!” Addison snapped, glaring up at him. “And neither are the marks on my ass! What I do once I leave the office isprivate.”
Commander Courick took a step back, his eyes going cold.
“You’re right, of course,” he said stiffly. “Forgive me for overstepping. I was just…worried about you. You’re so small…no bigger than a child.”
“I amtoobigger than a child!” Addison exclaimed—although to be honest, shedidstill have to shop in the juniors department in most stores.
“Forgive me,” he said again and handed her the letter. “You can retype this at your own desk. Bring it to me to sign when you’re done.”
And with that, Addison realized she was abruptly dismissed. Taking the paper from his hand, she turned and marched back out of his office. But inside, she was writhing with shame. Who knew what the big Kindred thought of her now?
Sure, she’d always fantasized that he would notice her and then want to become her Dom, but she knew the Kindred weren’t well suited to the BDSM lifestyle—they didn’t like the idea of hitting or hurting women at all. If her boss found out that she went to a club and willingly allowed herself to be whipped and hurt, what would he think?
He’d think I was sick,she told herself and she knew it was true. Even worse, what if he found out that what she actually wanted wasn’t just a Dom but aDaddyDom?A lot of people didn’t understand Daddy play—they thought it was sick and twisted. He would probably be disgusted if he knew what she really wanted from him.
Well, you’re never going to get it now,she told herself as she bent over her keyboard and began to retype the letter.Because now he thinks you’re some kind of weirdo and any interest he ever had in you is long gone.
She had no idea that she was completely wrong.
2
COURICK
Courick frowned as he watched his tiny assistant leave the office with a flounce, her long silky hair flying over one shoulder. Addison Davis was driving himcrazyand though he’d been trying hard to put her out of his mind, now he had a new mystery to unravel with her in the center of it.
He sighed and sank down behind his desk. What in the Seven Hells was going on with his petite assistant and who had hurt her like that?
He didn’t believe the welts and bruises he’d seen on her tender bottom were consensual—how could they be? They were the result of a vicious beating—Courick was sure of it. And the idea of anyone hitting or hurting the curvy little redhead made his blood boil!
Right from the start, Addison had gotten under his skin, as the humans said. She was just too beautiful not to. With her full, curvy figure and her long, silky red hair and those big, green eyes she was completely bewitching. He never should have hired her as his assistant in the first place, but he hadn’t been able to help himself—she drew him like a magnet drew a lump of iron ore.
Still, Courick had tried his best to ignore her. She was at least ten years younger than him—if not more. And even if she hadn’t been, he had sworn an oath long ago never to call another bride. His first Joining had ended in disaster and death—he had vowed before the Goddess that he would never put himself through that again. He hadn’t been able to keep his first mate safe—he didn’t deserve another, especially not one as beautiful and curvy as Addison.
His vow had been easy to keep…until his new assistant came into his life. He usually never even noticed females at all, but she was impossiblenotto notice. Maybe it was because she was so small and yet so fiery. She had a generally sunny disposition but she could have flashes of temper and stubbornness that made him want to punish her somehow. Though of course, that was completely outside his jurisdiction—he was her superior at work, not her Master or her mate.
Not that the Kindred believed in corporal punishment—a warrior might give his mate a light spanking if their relationship dynamic went in that direction—but anything else went against their nature. They worshipped the Goddess and believed that all females had a spark of divinity in them—they should be protected and cared for, not punished or hurt.
Which brought him back to the mystery of the welts on his assistant’s plump and luscious behind. They looked painful—so painful that he’d had the urge to take out the med kit and treat them. He had some soothing salve in there that would take down the swelling, at least.
But that would involve rubbing his assistant’s bare ass—a thought which came with equal parts guilt and lust. He shouldn’t be touchinganyfemale like that—not even to heal her. Not after the vow he had taken, Courick reminded himself. He shouldn’t even be imagining it—holding her across his lap and rubbing the soothing salve into her soft little bottom to take the sting away while she moaned and sighed and her pussy got wet for him…
There you go again—stop it!he lectured himself.She’s off limits for so many reasons. She works for you, she’s too young for you,andyou’d be breaking your vow! So just forget about her!
But he couldn’t forget the welts and bruises. Was Addison in some kind of abusive relationship? He’d been under the impression she was single—she wore no wedding band and no engagement ring and she never talked about having a male in her life. But maybe she was dating a human who was hurting her. Unless she reallyhadmet a male in a club…but what kind of club would allow such conduct?
Courick didn’t know, but he intended to find out. It might be outside his jurisdiction, but he was going to follow Addison home, he decided. If the abuser was a boyfriend that lived with her, Courick would give the bastard a lesson in respecting females. But if it turned out that she reallyhadgone to a club where she was beaten, well—he’d make whoever was responsible pay.
You shouldn’t do this—it’s a bad idea to get mixed up in a subordinate’s personal life,a little voice whispered at the back of his head.You already think about her way too much. Seven Hells—you even fuckingdreamabout her. And now you’re going to be stalking her—how is that going to make anything better?
But it wouldn’t really be stalking—he just wanted to protect her, Courick told himself. And as for the dreams, well…he couldn’t help those. They just…happened.
He’d had an especially vivid one the night before about the time she’d gone under his desk to pick up the paperwork she’d dropped. Only in his dream, she hadn’t just been picking up paperwork—she’d unfastened the magno tabs that held his uniform trousers together and had peeled them open. Then she’d reached in and encircled his aching cock with her soft little hand. Pulling it out, she lifted her head and looked him right in the eye as she put out her soft pink tongue and began to swirl it around the broad head of his shaft…
Stop it—stop thinking that way!Courick ordered himself. He couldn’t help having the dream in the first place, but he could certainly keep from dwelling on it in loving detail—right?
