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Silas nods. “Yes. Now come here.” He sits down and pulls me so I’m lying across his lap. His hand glides over the cotton of my panties that are embarrassingly wet right now.

I hold my breath as the first swat happens—it stings and I cry out. He spanks me three more times consecutively. I squirm and bite my lip to keep from cussing at him, begging him to stop. It stings, but the ache in my belly grows again. Silas smacks me twice more before stroking me over the overly sensitive skin of my ass.

He grabs me, pulls me up onto his lap, and hugs me close. Silas strokes my hair, and then pulls back to look me in the eye. “You did good.”

I smile shyly before wrapping my arms around his shoulders and hugging him. “Sorry about peeling out. I couldn’t help myself. It’s got some power behind it.”

“Well then it’s safe to tell you that I took your baby out on the highway today and opened her up. Damn, she purrs like a kitten too.”

I look at him with wide eyes. “Hey! How come I get spanked for peeling out in yours? Does this mean I get to spank you too?”

He flips me onto my back, hovering over me. “You can try and spank me—see what happens.” Silas tickles my sides until I’m squirming and laughing so hard.

Somehow my legs get wrapped around his hips and his chest is smashing my breasts. I can feel his heart pounding against mine. He stops and stares at me with a look on his face I can’t describe, except I feel it down deep in my soul.

All too soon, the moment is over and he pushes up onto his knees. “Are you hungry?” I nod. “Get dressed and I’ll start dinner. Do tacos sound okay?”

“That sounds great.”

I miss the weight of him as he shimmies back and climbs off of his bed. He gives me a smile before disappearing downstairs to start cooking. I throw on a black ribbed tank top and a pair of red cotton shorts.

Silas smiles at me when I walk in the kitchen, and he comes to me, picks me up, and places me on the counter before handing me a bottle of beer. “Where did you learn how to cook?” My dad is a good cook, and my brothers aren’t bad either. Our mom said that her boys weren’t going to starve when they lived on their own, so she taught them both to cook before they moved out.

I, on the other hand, can’t cook nearly as well. I try, and try, but I’m kind of hopeless. I’m an excellent helper, but leave me to do it by myself and shit’s going to burn.

“My dad got hurt and for a long time I had to take care of myself and Heather. A little girl can only survive on hot dogs and macaroni and cheese for so long before I had to buy a cookbook and learn how to make more of a variety of foods.”

He’s browning the ground beef when a thought comes to me. “Where’s your mom?”

Silas stiffens. “She left us a long time ago.”

“I’m sorry. So I guess we both have shitty moms.”

He stands right in front of me. “I guess we do.”

From my perch on the counter, I continue browning the ground beef while he gets everything else out. In no time, we’re carrying our full plates upstairs and out onto the patio. I dig in with gusto, moaning and not even caring that I’m making a fool of myself. “This is so good,” I say with a mouthful of food.

Silas shakes his head at me before taking a huge bite of his taco. I take a drink of my beer and can’t help but feel like this is the weirdest situation ever. He spanked me earlier, and now we’re eating tacos all willy nilly. I don’t understand any of it.

“You look like something is on your mind.” My eyes widen. How did he know? “Do you have questions?”

“You spanked me earlier, and now we’re just sitting here eating tacos. Doesn’t that seem weird?” I’m so out of my depth here. I wonder when he’s going to want to have sex. I’m not sure if I’m ready for that yet, even though I’ve loved everything we’ve done so far.

“Not really. When we play, we play, and when we’re just living our everyday life, we’re living it. You’d be surprised how many people live this type of lifestyle, but appear to be what society considers normal.”

I nod, because he’s right. I know it’s just fiction, but in some of the BDSM books I’ve read they have regular day jobs, and they play at night, but not all the time either, unless of course they’re a full-time Master/slave relationship.

After dinner I clean up his kitchen and then find him typing away on his computer. I don’t want to disturb him if he’s working, so I grab my Kindle and curl up in the corner of the sofa, reading the latest Kaylee Ryan novel. I love her stories because I always find myself smiling like a loon while I read them.

I feel myself being lifted and open my eyes. “It’s okay, baby. You fell asleep.” I curl into him and let sleep pull me under again.

My eyes crack open again later and I hear the sound of the shower shutting off. I don’t move and a moment later Silas comes walking out with a towel tied around his waist. My body flushes as I look at his wet muscled chest, which tapers down to a trim waist. He’s even got that V, and I just want to lick it. Standing in front of his dresser he drops his towel, and I get a good look at his penis. My core clenches, and my mouth waters.

I itch to touch it again, but I lie perfectly still watching him pull on a pair of red boxer briefs. He moves until I can’t see him anymore, but he knows I’m up when he rips the covers off of me and climbs on top. “Morning.” His voice is so rich and smooth, especially in the morning.

“Good morning.”

Silas kisses my neck. “Did you enjoy the show?” Of course he knew I was watching him. I can’t even summon up the strength to be embarrassed.

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