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He pulled out of my mouth and quickly tucked himself away. For some reason, I found myself disappointed that he’d done so, but there wasn’t much time to think about it as he knelt down and gathered me in his arms. He carried me into my bedroom and gently put me down on my bed. The cool bedding against myroasted bottom made me hiss. He stood in front of me, smiling, and held my face in both his hands.

“Your tears are just as gorgeous as I thought they would be,” he whispered.

I blushed hard and lowered my eyes, taken aback by his strangely delightful compliment. He leaned down and captured me in a kiss sultry enough to make my nerves short circuit once more.

“It’s time for bed now, little girl,” he murmured.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed.

He lifted up the covers for me, just enough so that I could climb beneath. I slipped my bare legs underneath the blankets, my face heating further when I realized that I was still naked.

“My pajamas,” I said in a rush.

“You will sleep completely bare tonight. It is not up for discussion,” he answered.

I opened and closed my mouth several times, wanting to say something to change his mind, but knowing that there was probably nothing that would.

“Yes, sir,” I finally said, and he chuckled. I slid down so that I could put my head on the pillow.

“Good girl,” he praised. He brushed a few stray hairs off my forehead and pressed his lips against mine in a soft kiss. I sighed, unable to stop myself from smiling with joy.

“Sleep well tonight, Naomi. If you need anything, I will be in the other room,” he explained.

I closed my eyes, feeling relieved that he wasn’t going to leave.

He was going to stay the night.

CHAPTER 4

Ryker

I slept on the couch that night.

Not because I wanted to, but because I needed to.

I wanted to sleep in her bed, but I didn’t think I could resist the temptation of her naked body next to mine. Those beautiful doe eyes of hers were seared into my memory, a decadent emerald green that sparkled more brilliantly than any gemstone I’d ever seen. There were hints of citrine in those glittering irises, which only shone brighter when her cheeks were painted pink with her captivating blush.

She was supposed to just be a colleague, but there was something about her that had made me ignore everything that told me to keep my hands off her. She’d looked at me with that heart-stopping innocence and I couldn’t help myself: I had kissed her. She’d tasted like sweet grapes and honey, and it hadn’t been enough.

I’d wanted so much more than a kiss. Her innocence was intoxicating. It was the breath of fresh air I didn’t know I had been looking for.

It was clear that she wasn’t used to a man taking control of her in any form whatsoever and that had made it all even more delicious. Every sigh, every whisper, every moan had been genuine and like the perfect goddamn wet dream.

Fuck. Just thinking about last night made me rock hard again.

When I’d first threatened to redden her bottom with my belt, I’d expected her to tell me off, run away in fear, or even slap me across the face, but she hadn’t done any of those things. No, she’d done the exact opposite of what I’d expected. She’d just looked at me with those curious eyes and practically dared me to do it.

I hadn’t been able to back away from that. I was only a man.

When she had disobeyed me, I stripped her bare, making a point of forcing her to endure embarrassment, and put her over my knee. She was soaking wet after I’d spanked her bottom to a charming bright red hue. Her coy silence when I questioned her was enthralling, and when she deferred to my judgement as to whether she needed my belt across her bottom, I almost embarrassed myself in my pants! I’d delighted in her cries as I whipped her fiercely, and then her screams when she came for me. Her ass was marked with welts by the time I’d finished disciplining her, but she obediently took everything I gave her.

I closed my eyes, lying back on the couch as I imagined the sight of her bent over it.

Fucking incredible. An absolute vision.

It was morning now and the sun was slipping in through the curtains. Naomi hadn’t emerged from her bedroom yet and I didn’t want to startle her, but there would be no more sleep for me today. With a soft sigh, I opened my eyes, gazing into the kitchen.

The remains of the cheeseboard were still strewn over the table along with two half-drunk glasses of wine. We’d never quite made it to dinner.

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