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Don’t get melodramatic about this one, Forsyth. Don’t fall in love with her just because she’s good at taking pain, just because she’s beautiful when she cries those real tears. The love thing has never worked for you before.
I blew out the breath I was holding and returned to my bedroom, sliding in beside Juliet. I rested a hand on her ass, and it was still there in the morning, unconsciously tracing the whip welts I’d made. I came awake surprised that she was there. Her side of the bed was a shambles of rumpled sheets and overturned pillows, which became even more rumpled when she executed a huge stretch.
“Ow,” she said. “My ass hurts.”
“That’s what happens to bad girls,” I said, bringing her awake with a slap to her sore bottom. “Want to go to my dungeon again? A morning session this time?”
She scooted away. “Please, not yet.”
“I’m joking. Are you ready to get up?”
“Sure, I’ll… I’ll just…” She looked around like I expected her to dress and exit.
“Your robe’s still in the guest bathroom,” I said. “There’s no hurry. I’ll make you some tea.”
“You have tea?”
“Now I do.” I stood, angling away from her so she wouldn’t see my rigid morning wood. My body wanted to ravish her, but my mind knew a cuddly morning fuck would send too confusing a message. “Meet me in the kitchen, Sparkles.”
It wasn’t a big deal to pick up some tea to make for her with my coffeemaker. The machine was designed to do both. While I made coffee and tea and waited for her, I set out some other things on the counter, breakfast rolls and cold cuts, and a few different types of olives. I fucking loved olives. What was taking her so long? She must have been investigating her new marks in the mirror.
“There you are,” I said when she finally appeared. Yeah, she was blushing.
“Good morning.” She brushed a hand through her hair. “Latemorning. What time is it?”
“Eleven o’clock. You missed church.”
She laughed at my joke and slid onto the bar stool next to me. I enjoyed watching her little gasp of pain as she settled on her sore hindquarters. I’d paddled her hard for a beginner, and whipped her over top of it, eighteen neat stripes. I’d been hoping for twenty, but since I didn’t allow my partners to use safe words, I had to err on the side of caution. For her, eighteen had been enough.
I pushed over a steaming cup of tea. “It’s your basic Earl Grey. I hope that’s all right.”
“It’s wonderful, thank you,” she said.
“Milk or sugar?”
“Both, Sir, please.” TheSirfell out of her mouth so easily, bringing a jolt of lust to my cock and balls. I felt very “Sir” this morning, because she was so tousled and sedate. I wondered if I’d disturbed her sleep last night, tracing my fingers over her whip marks.
“What do you have planned for today?” I asked.
“Well, since I already missed church…” She wrinkled her nose. “Just kidding. I usually spend my Sundays hanging out and catching up on email. Sometimes my boss and I go out for brunch.”
“Did I make you miss that?” My words sounded gruffer than I meant them to. “Have something to eat.”
We both fed ourselves for a moment, sloppy Sunday-morning noshing with fingers, interspersed with sips of coffee and tea. Meanwhile, all the things I’d done to her the night before banged around in my head. The black chair, the paddle, the clit clip and ginger oil while she was tied down over the spanking bench…
“Are you all right?” she asked. “You seem restless.”
“I’m fine. How are you this morning, Sparkles?”
She shifted on her sore butt. “I’m okay.” Then everything else spilled out of her like a gushing river. “I mean, I feel okay, but also a little scared of you, and I feel… I feel changed. It’s like, last night, you turned me into a different person, which was really crazy, but it’s also amazing that you can do that. Did you mean to do that? I mean, was that what you wanted?”
I blinked at her. “What kind of person did I turn you into?”
“A sexually voracious person.”
“I think you were that before.”
She shook her head. “I wasn’t. Not…in that way.”
