“HOME, SWEET HOME.”Harper swung the front door open and gestured for me to go inside.“For the next week, at least.”
“Thank you for sorting this out, Sir.”
Stepping up to the threshold beside him, I stretched to my tiptoes to skim a kiss on his stubbled chin.Days of unkempt growth had softened the bristles, and pressing my lips against them, I had the sudden desire to find out how they’d feel between my legs.
“You’re welcome.”Tossing the bag inside the hallway, he snaked an arm around my waist.“Honestly, it was more luck than skill.Fabian was in the right place at the right time.”
“I’m fairly sure luck is about opportunity meeting preparation, Sir.Fabian might have provided the opportunity, but you had the money ready.”
“I think you’re being kind.”His palm lowered to squeeze my ass.
“I’m allowed to be kind to the man who saved me.”I threw my arms around his neck as his face lowered to kiss me, my eyes fluttering closed as our lips collided.
In the protracted chaos of the last few hours when we’d discovered we might not have anywhere to stay, there had been no time for real intimacy, but in that moment, we both ceded to its urgency.We might not have been on our honeymoon, but we were in love, and for the first time, we were free.Those miracles deserved to be honored.
He groaned as I drew away, my palms brushing along the front of his sweater.I wanted him rid of it, needed to see that spectacular body he was hiding beneath his clothes.“I’ve missed you, Sir.”
“I hope it goes without saying that I missed you, too, little girl.”His hand splayed across my backside, reminding me of all the delightful times he’d weaponized that same palm to bring me to heel.Heat bloomed at the apex of my thighs at the memories, goading me for a reprise.“Let’s take a look around this place, and then we need to go shopping.We have no food, and we’ve both run out of clothes.”
“Very sensible, Sir.”I pressed a kiss on his sweater-covered chest between my palms.“I submit to your will.”
My tone was intentionally sardonic as I met his eyes.
“You’re begging me for a spanking, aren’t you?”His lips curled at the idea.
“Maybe.”Nervous butterflies unfurled in my belly, taunting me to keep pushing until I got what I wanted.I did want the spanking.It had been too long since I’d surrendered to his palm, and I knew how much the submission turned us both on.
“Maybe?”he repeated drolly.“We might have lied to Fabian, but you’re not allowed to lie to me.”
“Okay.”I yielded immediately, my heart rate accelerating as I succumbed.“You’re right.I do need a spanking, Sir.”
“Before we go shopping?”Reaching for me, he tucked the loose strands of my hair behind my ears.
“If there’s time, Sir.”
His lips twitched.“There’s always time to give my little girl what she needs.”
His voice had lowered to that deeper tone I recognized, the one that spoke directly to my clit.
“In which case, yes, please, Sir.”
My tummy was in excited knots as he ushered me inside and closed the door.I barely even stopped to look around the house we were staying in as he swept me into his arms and carried me into the room at the end of the hall.
“Get your clothes off.”Placing me gently on my feet, he scanned the area, which appeared to be the lounge.There was one large, cream sofa, and a coffee table, alongside an enormous flat-screen television.“I’ll find a way to heat the place.”
“I’m fine, Sir,” I reassured him as I tugged at the hem of my sweater.
“I hope you haven’t forgotten how to be my obedient girl.”He shot me a warning look.“Because that’s who I need you to be right now, and if that’s a struggle, this could get tough for your pretty backside.”
“I haven’t,” I vowed as he strode into the hall and discovered the house’s thermostat.I watched as he fiddled with the controls.“I might be a little out of practice, though.”
It had only been two days since I was his prisoner, but the small house in Zurich felt like a million miles from Fortorus.While I had enough emotional trauma to employ a counsellor for years, the simmering excitement inside me assured me that the moment was a new dawn for us—the first truly consensual spanking I’d ever received.
“Then you’d better remember fast, little girl.”Returning to the doorway, he was every inch my foreboding tormentor as he folded his arms across his chest.“There will be consequences, otherwise.”
I swore my clitoris throbbed at the mere mention of the ‘c’ word.There had been times I’d loathed his consequences, but in the end, he’d always made me ‘feel it’ in the best possible ways.
“The heating is on.”He pushed the door closed behind him with his foot as I shuffled out of my underwear.“And you are just as fucking gorgeous as I remembered.”
