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She stiffened. “I don’t like pain.”

He made a low sound in his throat. “Didn’t you like the nipple clamps?”

Poop and hairballs!

“Well, that’s different. The clamp didn’t hurt, um, much.” She looked up at him, and he stared down at her with a small smile that was almost hidden by his beard. Did she amuse him, or was he making fun of her? She wished she could read him as easily as he could her.

“Do you trust me to give you a sensual spanking, babygirl?”

Do I?

And when did ‘babygirl’ become an endearment to her? What was he doing to her?

Her “Okay” came out breathless. “We can try that, but you’ll stop if I don’t like it?”

“Babygirl.”

Sonja held up her hand and laughed. “You know, you can say a whole paragraph with only the words ‘babygirl’.” One eyebrow rose, and she elaborated, “Babygirl, your safeword always works.Babygirl, don’t let your insecurities get the better of you. Oh, and of course,” Sonja lowered her tone to a seductive timbre, “Babygirl, with you over my lap and my hand against your ass, I’m going to make you come.”

Derek threw his head back and roared with laughter before tugging on her hair and mouthing “Brat” to her.

Sonja shrugged. “You like it.”

“I do, baby. I do. Now get into the bedroom and get naked!”

He swatted at her ass, and Sonja squealed before taking off. She liked a lot about Derek, but his playful side was a bonus. She’d never expected to have fun with a man, let alone a Dom.

She hurried to the bedroom and started shedding her clothes as she stepped over the threshold. She wasn’t self-conscious around Derek anymore. This was another revelation that made her pause.

In normal life, Sonja couldn’t care less how people viewed her body, but when it came to men and sex, she’d always felt less desirable because of her size. Men preferred smaller women, didn’t they? But Derek didn’t. He liked her and her body just fine.

The man of her thoughts marched into the room and again raised his eyebrow. Sonja looked down at herself and giggled. She had taken off her shoes, dress, panties, and one stocking, which left her in her bra, garter belt, and the other stocking. She made quick work of the rest and joined him at the edge of the bed.

He was still fully clothed and looked yummy. “Come here.”

Sonja drew closer, and Derek held up a gadget that had some kind of harness. “Ever used a butterfly?”

“No, Sir.”

He smiled. “We’ll discuss what you think of it after.”

Sonja closed her eyes in exasperation. What was with the guy and his talks? In her experience, no man liked to talk as much as Derek.

“Hold on to my shoulders.” Derek helped Sonja step into the butterfly, then he fastened the straps and made sure the center of the device was on her clitoris.

He patted his upper legs. “Over.”

Sonja chewed her bottom lip. She was curious, she wanted to submit, but this moment was always hard. She wished he would pull her over his lap and get it over with, but Derek wasn’t that kind of man. If needed, he could wait all night.

She turned and positioned herself over his knees, and he helped her as she adjusted to the feeling.

“Put your hands on the floor, babygirl.”

She did as he ordered.

“No strains or pains?”

She shook her head. “No, Daddy.”

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