Owned by the Marine

Author:Renee Rose [Rose, Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Burning Desires
Published: 2016-10-13T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

He didn't sleep much. The nightmares didn't come, which was a relief, but he wasn't used to having a woman in his bed. Intoxicatingly soft, she nestled against him, inciting a variety of sleep-disruptive thoughts. He wanted to explore every inch of her lush body with his hands, with his tongue. He wanted to spread her milky thighs and lick into her until she screamed. Then fuck her again until she shattered.

But he'd already jumped too far into this thing with her. He couldn't fathom how to back out at this point.

Will things be weird tomorrow?

Hell yeah, things would be weird. Except the very fact that she'd had the courage to ask that question, to address the issue, made him want to be utterly certain things weren't weird. She didn't deserve weird. But she also didn't deserve the trainwreck that was his life right now, either. She was far too sweet, too pure for a guy like him.

He wanted to send her back to wherever she'd come from—the Midwest probably—because a girl like her hadn't been in California long enough to play the game.

Yet all night long he'd replayed the sense of power, the pleasure, the rightness of the spanking scene they'd shared. Fucking deep. Intimate. Yet so very right. It inspired all sorts of strange desires—a 1950's fantasy of a sweet little red-haired wife in an apron and ribbons in her hair waiting for him to come home from work. She would kneel at his feet and take his shoes off, rub his feet before she served him dinner. He would give her rules to follow and punish any transgressions with a bare-bottomed bedtime spanking.

Okay, yeah. That fantasy was fucked up and weird, but it played in his imagination all night long. Kaitlyn spread out on his bed with her wrists tied to the bedpost with a pair of old-fashioned pantyhose—no, they called them stockings. Kaitlyn wearing nothing but an apron, her bare ass red from the spanking he'd just given her. Kaitlyn curled up in a ball, dampening his neck with her tears as he held her and rubbed her back. That last one disturbed him. Why should he enjoy her tears? Yes, he was a Dominant, but he didn't consider himself a real sadist. He kept it consensual and pleasure-based. Yet there had been some appeal to comforting her after spanking her to tears. He was a fucked up bastard.

She stirred beside him, her glossy hair sliding over his shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open. "Mmmph." She covered her mouth with her hand and backed out of the bed, holding the covers up over her breasts.

He was torn between laughing because she looked so cute, and taking charge of the situation so she didn't feel so uncomfortable. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I have morning breath," she said, still covering her mouth even though she'd made it all the way off the bed and was standing three feet away from him.

He grasped the end of the blanket she'd pulled with her and tugged gently.

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