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She set her hands on his shoulders. “You spanked me once before. I still remember it.”

He grabbed one of her hands and brought her palm to his mouth to kiss it. “I do, too, like it was yesterday.”

“I liked it.”

“I know you did.” Fuck, she was so adorable.

She chewed on her bottom lip, thinking before she released it. “It makes sense. I mean, if someone’s under a lot of stress, it makes sense that a spanking would chase some of that away.”

“Yes. Some Littles like to be spanked until they cry. Some prefer light swats that remind them they are loved.”

“Am I?” she asked so softly he almost didn’t hear her.

He wasn’t sure what she meant for a moment, and then he knew. His heart got caught in his throat. “You are so loved, Little Lyla. I love you so much it hurts.”

Her cheeks turned pink. “It’s only been like a day.”

“It’s been forty years.”

Her chest rose and fell with every deep breath. “I love you, too.” She leaned forward and set her forehead against his. “Maybe we could skip breakfast and work on round two.”

He chuckled. Perhaps he shouldn’t have suggested they have sex four times a day. She was going to wear him out. And he was going to love every minute of it.

They’d managed to squeeze in three rounds last night before they passed out in each other’s arms, but the last thing Lyla had muttered was that they’d have to go five rounds today to make up for it.

He’d stared at her with a huge grin on his face after she’d fallen asleep. And he’d woken up to her under the covers kissing his cock. It was mid-morning now that they were finally in the kitchen.

He shook his head. “Naughty girl. First, I’m going to feed you. Then I’m going to spank you so you can stop wondering what it will feel like. Then I’ll fuck you until you scream. And then we’ll go over to the house, check on the progress, and touch base with your brother.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, shit. Jackson. I forgot he was even here.”

Rock chuckled. “I didn’t. I texted him this morning and told him we would be there by noon. He’s supervising.”

She blew out a breath. “Oh, good.” She twisted to the side, lifted the pink plastic plate from the counter, and handed it to him. “Feed me.”

Two of the sweetest words in the English language.

Rock lifted her off the counter and guided her toward the table. He pulled out a chair. “Sit. I have an idea.”

She slowly lowered her bottom to the seat, pulling the hem of his T-shirt under her.

He tipped her chin back. “Don’t move, Little girl. I’ll be right back.” He headed for the bedroom. His idea might backfire on him, but his instinct told him it wouldn’t.

When he returned, she was right where he’d left her.

Her eyes went wide when she saw what he was carrying.

Rock set the rope on the table and reached for the sides of her T-shirt. “Arms up.”

Her breath hitched as she let him pull the shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but cute bikini panties. Fuck, she was smoking hot. Every inch of her. She did not look fifty-six. Time had been kind to her.

Rock grabbed the rope and rounded behind her. “Reach your arms behind the chair, Little Lyla.”

She did as he instructed, twisting her neck to look. “What are you going to do?”

“What do you think I’m going to do?”

She sighed and sat still while he carefully restrained one wrist and then the other, wrapping the rope up her arms. They couldn’t come together, of course, but restraining her up to her elbows forced her to sit taller and thrust her chest forward.

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