Page 93 of Lesson In Faith

Tamsyn wiggled uncomfortably until he took pity on her and helped her find her balance on unsteady feet and wobbly knees. She eyed his thigh warily, knowing she was going to have sit at some point. “It doesn’t hurt.”

“So, you’re telling me your stomach doesn’t feel bloated?” He laid his big hand on it.

She glanced down, frowning when she realized it looked slightly distended. The weight of his palm drew attention to a vague tenderness she hadn’t noticed when that same broad appendage was walloping her butt. “Maybe a little.”

“Uh-huh. And there’s no cramping?”

She shrugged. “I’ve had worse.”

His jaw ticked. “We’ll get to that. Might need a stiff drink before we tackle it, but we will.” He held up his other hand, his middle finger wet and stained with her bodily fluids. “Period sex is messy, darlin’. It gets bloody quickly. I’m not averse to it, but you’ve had a taste of what sex with me is like now. Fucking you when you’re not feeling your best goes against my personal code.”

Seriously deflated, she dropped onto his thigh without thinking, sucking in a shocked breath as her butt sent out a distress signal that decimated her nervous system.

Oh, that was such a bad idea.

Merrick snorted. “When I said sit, I meant with some finesse, little owl.”

She wondered if a spanked bottom had the potential to spontaneously combust; if so, hers was a contender for theMost Likely To Do Just Thataward. Squirming didn’t help, it just spread the burning love from her crack to the crease where her butt met her thighs. “Maybe I needed something to distract myself.”

“From?”

Unable to help herself, she whined, “It’s beenthree days, Merrick.”

“I can count the days just as well as you, Tamsyn.”

“You can’t open the door and then slam it in my face!” she protested.

“Perks of being a Dom, darlin’.” Brushing her hair away from her neck, he kissed her sweet spot, rubbing his beard over the ticklish flesh. “Go take a shower. I’ll get you a tampon and some pain meds; you can have a nap—”

“I woke up like an hour ago.”

“—and then we’ll continue with our previously mentioned schedule for the day.Ifyou behave andifyou refrain from murdering me throughout the day, after my shift ends tonight, we will work on the basics—commands, positions, rules, limits. Yes?”

“That’s not sex,” she grumbled.

“No, but more often than not, obedient little girls get fucked.” He paused to consider, then grinned. “I suppose bad girls do too, only they get an ass fucking instead.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Hmmm. Wouldn’t I?” he crooned into her ear, then nipped her lobe sharply.

“N-No.”

“I have plans for your ass, Tamsyn. Dastardly, fiendish plans for it.” His tongue swept behind her ear, finding a super sensitive spot and making her shiver. “All of them ending with my cock balls-deep in that hot, velvety passage, filling you up with my spunk while I listen to you come… and scream… and come again.”

Her butt cheeks clenched tightly, giving her the additional sensation of her pussy squeezing on emptiness. He was such a tease—a filthy, devious tease. “So, you didn’t want to take my virginity because you were afraid of hurting me, but you’re more than happy to desecrate my butthole—which is considerably smallerandtighter? How does that work?”

“Man logic.”

“Huh?”

“Your pussy is a sacred thing, Tamsyn. It’s part of what makes you a woman. Life grows inside you and comes out of your vagina. In my mind, that makes it precious, and causing you pain there is both alluring and distasteful.” Merrick lifted his shoulder in a shrug. “Your ass on the other hand is robust. The anus, if prepped properly, can stretch up to about seven inches before it incurs an injury. I think I read somewhere that you can fit two raccoons up your ass.”

The laughter came swiftly, almost doubling her over. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why would someone put one raccoon up their butt, let alone two?” A sharp snort of laughter broke the sentence in half.

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