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He withdrew his hand and slapped her ass hard enough to really burn.

Tavia bit back the squeal and tightened in anticipation of the following licks.

Four more skin burning licks and he had finished.

“Now that your discipline is over, go to the bedroom and wait on me by the bed.”

Without a word, she stood and walked, her ass burning delightfully from his hand. She waited in the dark, by the bed as commanded. Daric was behind her within seconds.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson. Now, I’m going to show you pleasures that you’ve never known. Do you believe me?”

“Yes.” Her answer was breathy, wanton, needy.

“Good. I always want you to believe me.” Something in his tone implied that he actually meant that.

Tavia wondered what he had meant by always as he stepped up behind her, pressing his nakedness against hers.

Two hours later, Tavia lay on the bed so exhausted that the thought of getting up just to go pee made her want to sob.

Daric hadn’t lied when he promised pleasures she’d never experienced. Her opinion of him as a rookie at the master/slave role play changed drastically. He was no rookie at anything when it came to sex.

Chapter 9

After recovering for almost a half-hour, they both agreed that they needed to shower before falling asleep. Together, they showered, soaping each other gently and in silence until they were clean again. Barely taking time to towel dry, they both headed for the bed in the next room, bleary-eyed, mentally, and physically worn out.

Tavia tried to remain awake until she was certain Daric was asleep, but she began dozing fitfully only a minute after laying her head on the pillow. Daric pulled the cover up and over her arm and shoulder, snugged up to her back, and rested his arm over her waist. That’s all it took for her to start dozing.

His arm over her and his strength, heat, and the way his body fitted perfectly against hers gave her a sense of security like none she’d ever experienced and she fell asleep fast.

The next morning, she awoke to Daric tracing his index finger along the bridge of her nose. Opening her eyes, momentarily startled, she saw that he was propped on one arm, looking down at her, mischief written in his expression.

“What’s that look for? What did you do while I was unconscious? Did you take advantage of me, sir?” She giggled playfully.

“Not at all.” He traced the bridge of her nose again, lightly and gently. “Your nose is so perfect, just like the rest of you, Tavia.” The look in his eyes softened.

“Thank you but I find nothing perfect about me at all.” She longed to tell him how gorgeous and sexy he was, but fea

red he’d think she was just saying it because of his compliment.

“That’s only because you’re a silly little female, you know.” He grinned wickedly again.

“Really? Did you say that because you’re a male chauvinist pig?” She grinned and giggled.

“That’s exactly why I said it.” His finger traced her brow to her temple and down to her ear.

Tavia wanted the moment to last forever. She’d never been one for the cuddly-cuddly after a night of sex, but she found it was desirable with Daric. What was different about him? She couldn’t put her finger on it. She’d been with other men who were equally as sexy and just as gorgeous as Daric, but everything about him seemed to have a mysterious or dangerous facet that remained hidden from plain sight.

It was this hidden thing that made him so attractive to her, she was sure of it. She definitely wanted them to be together long enough for her to find out what it was about him that so intrigued her.

She closed her eyes and let him caress her, reveling in his attentions. Her bladder was strongly objecting, but she was determined to let him caress her until he stopped of his own accord.

He said, “Did I mention that you’re perfect?”

Not opening her eyes, she smiled broadly and replied, “Why, yes, you did mention something about it, I believe, but my memory isn’t what it used to be so I’m not really sure exactly what you said. Could you repeat it?”

Chuckling lightly, he tweaked her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I said you’re perfect and even your nose is perfect.”

“Mmm. Is that all?” She snuggled closer to him under the covers.


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