What? Don't you want a girl who can talk dirty to you?"His look only hardens. "No, Lucy. I'm serious. I won't tolerate that from you." He doesn't look away and I feel that heat in the pit of my stomac...
He seemed to think that spanking soled problems instead of taking the time to talk about them.
He seemed to think that spanking solved problems instead of taking the time to talk about them.
The collar represented something of big importance to her. He knew she saw it as losing who she was. He saw it as her trusting him enough to let him be in charge.
Okay?” Even if she deserved to be punished, he always let her know he cared about her.
Those tingles she’d felt in her abdomen spread lower. Her body recognised her lover’s voice, wanted him.
We’re wasting time here. I’ve got a sweet ass to paddle. Some legs to spread…
She’d never been the kind of woman who angered over being told what to do. She’d never felt unequal or demeaned in a submissive role, rather more like a helpmate and compliment to her lover. And, she’...
I always wondered. If…” Her mouth was on autopilot.“If what, Ella?”“If I crossed your mind wherever you were.”“You don’t cross my mind, Ella. You live in it.” He tugged her closer to him.
