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- Wiping his hands on the dish towel, he turned to watch her as she stretched
- to put a glass on a high shelf. The sleekness of her body had always excited
- him. But as they'd spent more time together, something more had developed, a
- tug at his heart when he looked at her, that he had not expected.
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- He reached for another plate to dry, and thought of how they made love.
- The first time, he'd wanted her so badly he could hardly resist handling
- her roughly. The memory of her unexpectedly joyful response made him smile.
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- They wanted the same thing. A friendly pat could become a full-fledged
- spanking in no time. When it didn't occur to him to treat her that way,
- she'd find some playful way to give him cause. They had fun together.
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- A gentle nudge jolted him from his reverie, as she took the plate from his
- hand. Were she not now been holding something fragile, he'd have...
-
- Well, it wasn't that easy any more. To see her in pain affected him far
- more than it had at first, and in a more confusing way. Their games were
- becoming harder to play, because he could not keep the tenderness from his
- voice when he scolded her.
-
- What if he became unable to give her what she wanted? He loved the contact,
- he loved the fierce intensity of it. But every instance of mock anger at her
- teasing was followed by tender stroking and effusive praise, lest she imagine
- that he was not delighted with her. Sometimes he found his mind skipping
- ahead to that part, and it became hard to raise his hand.
-
- "Hey." Her voice, soft, but with her teasing inflection. "You gonna stand
- there, or hand me another dish? What good are you, huh?"
-
- Adrenaline. What good was he, indeed. After the enraptured way they looked
- at each other over dinner, she talks to him like this? Didn't she know it
- was her own seductive ways that made him so confused? How dare she. He put
- the plate back in the sink.
-
- Digging his fingers into the hair behind her neck, he at once held her as
- firmly as he could, and kissed her lips as gently as he knew how. She stayed
- there with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted, and he thought
- perhaps she had forgotten to keep breathing. He shook her a little, and
- she moaned.
-
- "Upstairs," he said.
-
- "I'm sorry," she exhaled. "I'll be good."
-
- "Of course you will be, little one. You always are. Very good. The best."
- He held her wrists tightly behind her and marched her out of the kitchen.
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