Page 88 of Savage Redemption

“I wouldn’t like to put money on that.”

“I couldn’t just sit here, waiting.”

“You could. That’s exactly what you were supposed to do. Remember?”

“I did what was right, because I love you.”

“And I love you, too, but you fucking scared me,amor.”

“I’m sorry, but?—”

“If we knew each other better, I would not be taking your word for that. You’d be over my knee with your pretty bottom bared.”

“What?” Her face is a delightful mixture of outrage and fascination. “You… you can’t just?—”

“As I say, we’re not at that stage yet, but be warned. I intend to take good care of you, and that means making sure you stay safe. Whether you agree or not.”

“I… I…”

I end her stuttering with another kiss, this one deep and lingering. Her fingers are in my hair, her breath catching in her throat.

I slide my arm under her bottom and lift her, then carry her the couple of paces to the bed.

She hangs on to me, her arms around my neck, and I follow her down onto the mattress. We roll together, until I end up on top, pinning her beneath me.

“Did you mean what you said? About… about…”

“Spanking you. Every word of it. If that bothers you, I need to know.”

“It… it does bother me, but I think that’s because of… everything that happened to me before I met you. Violence scares me.”

I nudge her nose with mine. “I would never be violent towards you. A spanking is different. It’s done for love, and sometimes just for fun.”

“Yourfun!”

“No,amor, not just mine.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Let’s leave it for now, but you will understand, I promise. Only when you’re ready, though. And if it’s not for you, I understand, and I’ll respect that.”

She gazes up at me, chewing on her lower lip as she thinks this over. I don’t rush her, it’s a big thing.

“I once…”

I wait, there’s more she wants to say.

“Once, a few years ago, I… I saw my dad, and Eva. They never knew I was there. I sneaked into their room one night and they were… He was…”

Still, I wait. I could easily fill in the gaps, but she needs to wrestle with this in her own time.

“He was spanking her,” she blurts. “She was screaming. And moaning. And begging him not to stop.”

“They were having fun, by the sound of it.”

“Yes, I suppose so. I never understood…”

“You could ask her.”

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