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“Such a good pet,” he said. He put his fingers, covered in her own juices, in front of her face. “Clean me off, pet,” he ordered.

Still hanging in the sweet haze, she stuck out her tongue and licked his fingers. Little flicks of her tongue until every bit of him was clean of her taste.

“Now, rest while I make you some food.” His voice came from a distance, but she could feel the warmth in it. He was happy with her, she’d done well.

“Yes, sir. Thank you,” she said softly, snuggling into the blankets and rolling to her side.

He chuckled and wiped her hair away from her face.

“You surprised me, Erika. But I’m really glad you did,” he whispered. Then he was gone, and she was left sinking into a deep sleep with a warm hum over her body.

Chapter Thirteen

Dax slipped his beltback through the loops on his jeans, while watching Erika finish her sandwich. Her hair was mussed from her nap, but it gave her a carefree glow that he liked. She really did surprise him—and he’d shocked the hell out of himself as well.

The last woman he’d unleashed his full kink on had left him broken. He hadn’t even had the idea of making anyone his pet again since Sarah. But with Erika, it seemed the natural road, the only road he wanted to take with her.

“Is there water?” Erika asked, taking her paper plate to the trash can.

He grinned. “Yeah, in the fridge.”

She opened the door, glancing at him from over the door. “What?” she asked.

“I’m just trying to figure out if I should let you use the bottle, or not.” He crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his finger to his chin playfully.

She blew out a little huff and shook her head, but she was smiling.

“I think the bottle is fine for now,” he said and pushed himself off the counter. “We do need to make a run to town in a bit though, so after you’re done, clean up and get dressed.” He kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose.

“Is there Wi-Fi here? I need to check my emails, and it’s a pain on my phone.” She unscrewed the top of her water. He didn’t miss the soft blush on her cheeks. The woman blushed so damn easily, and ferociously while on her knees. She’d been red from hairline to toes while crawling through the hall for him, and when he’d had her wiggle her ass at him, he couldn’t tell where her blush ended and the results from the spanking began.

“Yeah. The password is on one of those papers on the fridge.” He pointed at the resort flyers pinned to the door. “Check in with your roommate, too, so she doesn’t worry. But do not tell her where you are.” He pointed a finger at her.

“Got it,” she agreed.

He left her to what she needed to do and made his way to front porch. A few minutes of fresh air ought to clear his mind a bit, before he took her to the store. As eager as he was to keep moving forward, to make the most of their time together, he couldn’t ignore the situation happening back home.

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