Ruthless Doms Boxset by Jane Henry

Author:Jane Henry [Henry, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: J Henry Publications
Published: 2020-11-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Caroline

I wake the next day before Tomas, my entire body wracked with pain.

I remember the night before when I reach a hand to my head. It feels like someone’s pounding it against a wall, over, and over, and over again.

Great.

I can hear him breathing heavily beside me, and one of his massive arms is strewn about my lower back. Though I’m awake, I close my eyes and rest in this moment. This bed is massive and luxurious, soft but firm, the sheets like satin. And I’m tired. I yawn and take inventory of my body.

My head isn’t the only thing that hurts. My butt aches from being spanked, but there’s more. Even though Tomas is a dominant, chest-beating alpha male, who does expect nothing short of full obedience, I’ve learned in this short timeframe that he can also make being dominated sexy as hell. How? I have no idea. But I have some vague notion of handcuffs and spanking as being sexy to some people. Am I one of those people? I didn’t think so, until Tomas showed me otherwise. And if I’m honest, I’m eager for him to show me more.

My association with sex is anything but pleasurable. I want to view it differently. I want to learn to enjoy what should be pleasurable.

My core is mildly sore, and I feel dampness between my legs. I’m lying here naked, next to a man I hardly know, and for a moment, I panic. Why am I wet between my legs? Did I start my period? Oh, God, that would be terrible. But a quick inspection shows me it’s only… him. I swallow.

He used a condom, but those aren’t foolproof...

Shit.

My period is due in a few days, so I think I can’t get pregnant now anyway. But still. This is something we need to discuss.

But it isn’t until I open my eyes and bright sunlight blinds me that I groan out loud.

“What is it, sweetheart? Are you alright?” Tomas’ voice is low and husky, and it does something to my heart, but I push it away. I can’t let myself go all female and flirty now, because I’m gonna die.

“My head,” I groan. I lie flat on my back and don’t move, my eyes closed tightly. If I lie still enough, I don’t feel like I’ll vomit.

“Ahh,” he says as the truth dawns on him. "We have an expression in Russia. ‘What is good for a Russian in the evening is bad for him in the morning.’” With my eyes shut tight, I don’t see him, but his voice is near, and I can feel the warmth of his body drawing closer to me.

“Is that, like, your mother’s saying or something?” I ask with a sigh.

“Not my mother’s,” he responds. “But it is an old Russian proverb. You had too much to drink last night. I shouldn’t have allowed it. I won’t again.”

“Stop talking,” I moan. “It hurts to listen. Oh, God, I think I’m going to throw up.” I sit up in bed and the room swirls around me, but he holds me to him.

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