Page 22 of Good Girl

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Cadence

I’m humming to myself, dancing on my toes and licking pancake batter off my fingers when he appears. His eyes are dark and foggy from a deep sleep and his hair is a wild mess. I grin, my fingers itching to dive into the thick strands and tug his face down to mine for a kiss. That’ll have to wait though. He needs food first. He always needs food after a rough call.

“Oops,” he says sheepishly. “Forgot to lock the dungeon.”

I laugh and shake a battered finger at him. “You didn’t even give me a chance to try my lock picking skills. I watched this awesome how-to video on YouTube about home invasions made easy…”

He chuckles. “You and those videos. You really should consider expanding your Instagram business into video. With those looks and that sassy mouth you’d make a killing.”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it. I’d have to take a course on videography.”

“I’m sure you’d figure it out.” His voice is warm, reassuring. Vin has always been 100% on board with anything I want to do. He helps where he can and lets me fly on my own when I need to. His eyes crawl down me and he notices my outfit for the first time. His lips stretch in a boyish grin and I turn so he can see the back. I’m wearing an apron with a cupcake pattern on it and a pair of lacy red panties.

He rounds the counter and reaches for me, mindful of the spoon I’m holding. He grips my neck and forces me up onto my toes for a hard kiss. His tongue slips between mine and sweeps inside my mouth, making me moan. He lifts his face and smiles down at me.

“Love you, Cady baby.”

“Love you too, Vin.” I twirl away from him, grab an oven mitt and pull a plate full of waffles from the oven. I set them on the placemat I put on the island so he can be near me while he eats. “Happy anniversary, I made your favourite breakfast.”

Emotions flicker across his face. Happy, sad, love. He’s not sad for him, or for us. He feels the loss of the people he can’t always save. Whether to fire, car accident or overdose. He’s a first responder and he has one of the toughest jobs in the world. With each celebration, there’s always that small acknowledgment of the loss involved in life.

“Eat,” I say, keeping my voice as happy as possible considering I’m feeling emotional too.

He nods and sits on the stool, leaning his tall, muscular frame into it. I’ve already eaten so I pull up a stool and sit beside him as he digs in. He eats ravenously, shoving big forkfuls of waffle into his mouth. He has one arm curved around his plate as he cuts the stack of waffles with the edge of his fork. I wonder if he tastes anything, he’s eating so fast. A small smile curves my lips as I picture a miniature version of Vin eating the same way, his dark hair flopping in his face as he concentrates on the food in front of him, as much of a food lover as his daddy. Up until recently, this fantasy has been theory only. But Vin and I decided a few months ago that I should stop taking my birth control. Maybe this weekend is the lucky one.

Vin eats his breakfast and wipes his mouth with the napkin. He turns to look at me, his dark eyes smouldering. My hand shakes a little when I pick up my coffee mug to take a sip, my body heating under that look.

“You were a bad girl, weren’t you Cady. Clever, but naughty. I knew you’d try to escape but didn’t expect the handcuffs.”

“Are you gonna punish me?” I ask cheekily, sneaking a finger onto his plate to swipe a piece of leftover waffle.

“Definitely calls for a spanking.” He places a hand just above my butt and toys with the bow on my apron.

“Oooh, I like those.” I grin up at him.

His dark eyes narrow, promising that he can turn that spanking into something darker, more painful if I’m not careful. I don’t care. Vin always takes care of me.

“There was one thing we didn’t do that you said you wanted to try when we were planning this weekend out.” His voice is gravelly as lust infuses the tone.

I can feel my cheeks warming and I drop my eyes. I set my coffee cup down, not knowing quite how to respond. “Yes,” I whisper.

When we were discussing details, everything fell into place. My old house was vacant, the tenant having recently moved out of the city. We’d cleared it out in order to sell it. Vin wants to use the money to renovate this house. I felt a little bad about the guy I’d met on the dating site. He was never going to get anywhere with me. But our date turned out so awful that I didn’t feel as bad after I met him. Vin had been working on the basement for months, turning it into my fantasy dungeon. I wasn’t allowed to so much as peek at it before he ‘kidnapped’ me, fulfilling my ultimate roleplay fantasy.

Vin is watching me, his gaze knowing. Yesterday was absolutely perfect. But we did miss one thing that I’d always wanted to try and never felt ready for. He takes my chin in his hand and says, “Are you ready now, baby?”

“Yes, Vin.”

He lets go of my chin and gives my cheek a light tap. “Yes, Master.” His voice is hard, unforgiving. I’m instantly wet with desire. Though I want to remind him that we aren’t in the dungeon. Yet. I don’t think that observation will get me anything but another spanking and my ass is already sore.

“Yes, Master,” I repeat.

He strokes my cheek with two fingers. “Good girl.”

My heart picks up speed, trained to love the sound of those two words. He stands. I stand with him, facing him, ready to do as he commands. I reach behind myself to untie the ribbon on my apron but he stops me. “Leave it on.” He’s grinning like a boy in a candy shop.

Then he reaches for me, his hands tight on my waist. His arms bulge from the many hours he spends honing his body in case he needs to do a forced entry during a fire or emergency. I love his arms. I watch in awe as they ripple, then I let out a shriek as he lifts me right off my feet and throws me over his shoulder. My stomach hits his shoulder and I’m winded for a second. He strides toward the basement door, his hand curved over my body protectively as he walks.

I’m about to get fucked. Hard.

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