Interesting. Now he’s giving me options. It feels like a different dynamic. He’s bringing out his Dom. He’s been bossy from the moment I met him, but the Brody who plans to hover while I pee isn’t the same as this Dom who’s going to spank me. He’s more serious now. This is a scene.
“Yes, Sir,” I respond. I’m still shocked by how natural those words fly out of my mouth.
The first swat makes me jump, but only because it’s new and different and unexpected. I don’t think he slapped very hard, but it still startled me, and now that spot stings.
He does it again, three more times, moving his palm around my butt to hit different places.
Surprising myself, I rock back, reaching for the next.
Brody spanks me several more times with more force, the slapping ringing in my ears and seeming to echo off the walls. I find myself focusing on the intimacy and submission. I’m kind of out of my body, observing. Taking notes so I can write about this experience.
When he pauses to rub my heated cheeks, I whimper.
He sets his lips on my burning skin and hums. “My girl likes to be spanked.”
I moan. Apparently, I do. There seem to be a lot of things I suddenly like. The most important one is the man who took over my life today. He says he’s never leaving. At this point, I’m so far gone that I consider asking to marry him tomorrow just to be certain he can’t change his mind.
Chapter 11
Brody
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I’ve slept in a bed with a woman fewer times than I can count on one hand. It’s probably been more than twenty years since I last inadvertently spent the night with someone I’d fucked. I’m pretty sure I extricated myself from her bed and her house before the sun came up.
There will be a lot of firsts with Melody in the coming days. I know she’s almost twenty years younger than me and is experiencing far more new things than I am, but I’m so fucking in love with her I can’t stand myself.
Yes, love. Instalove is a thing. I know because I’m living it. I won’t say that word out loud for fear she might run from the house and never look back, but it’s running through my head as we brush our teeth, check the alarm, and turn out the lights. Luckily, my woman keeps spare toothbrushes in her medicine cabinet.
She’s nervous as I hold the covers back for her to climb in. She’s only wearing a long T-shirt. I considered vetoing the shirt and making her sleep naked, but I figured the temptation to me was almost worse than what she’s feeling.
I’ve stripped down to my boxer briefs. I’m covered, but my cock is still furious with me for taking it out, stroking it, and tucking it back into my jeans.
Melody sits in the middle of the bed and stares at me. “You’re on my side.”
I chuckle. “Not in this house, I’m not.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Baby, if you want to rearrange the furniture in our room at the mansion so that this side of the bed is the more protected side, be my guest. But this room is kind of small, and I think we’re both too tired to start moving the bed, the dresser, and the nightstand tonight.” I give her a shove to scoot her sexy body over a few more inches.
She cocks her head. “What the hell are you talking about? None of that makes any sense.”
I turn out the light, slide under the covers, and pull her next to me so she’s nestled in my arms. I sigh like a contented cat. She purrs like a cat. Maybe I’m more of a leopard.
I kiss her neck. “Baby, wherever we sleep, I’m closest to the door.”
“Why?”
“In case there’s an intruder or an emergency. You’re always on the protected side.”
“Mmm.” She snuggles in closer to me. I think she likes my explanation. “That’s kind of sweet.”
“I’m like sugar,” I joke.
Long, silent minutes tick by. I know she’s not sleeping. I’m not either. I’m inhaling her scent and thinking about how fucking lucky I am. But I also know any second now she’s going to start firing questions at me.
Melody is thoughtful and curious. She’s never going to accept things without question. And I wouldn’t want her to. I love the sound of her voice. She can talk to me all night if she wants.
