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everything that happened this evening without anything to interrupt your train of thought."
She jerked on the rope keeping her attached to the bed. “But why this? I'm not going anywhere."
"So you say.” He sighed, settling down on the edge of the mattress. “I think there's still a good chance you'll change your mind.” His voice lowered, “I don't think I could bear waking up to find you gone again."
Surprised, she looked into his eyes, her breath catching at the naked pain and vulnerability showing there. An ache deep inside her bloomed bright. Need . The depth of which robbed her senses. Her nipples tightened, and her pussy moistened. Her body responded to him even when her brain made no sense.
"Okay, Daegan.” She tried to keep her voice even, but her words came out broken anyway.
"I'll be right through there if you need anything.” He nodded toward the door. “I'll be back in the morning to set you free."
Her stomach lurched. Maybe she didn't want her freedom anymore. It seemed the more she let him in, the less she wanted to go back to the way things were. She still wasn't sure how she'd handle the job issue, but she was tired. Tired of the same old same old and tired of not believing.
"Good night, love.” He brushed her lips with the tips of his fingers and stood from the bed. “Oh and Jennifer.” He paused. “Apology accepted.” With those parting words, he walked through the door, only stopping long enough to turn the light off. She heaved a sigh of relief when he left the door open. There was an odd longing inside her to keep some connection between them. Her body hummed with unmet need, something she could easily take care of herself. Instead she drew her legs into her chest and comforted herself with amazing images of Daegan punishing her and then putting her to bed. Yes, it seemed odd to get the warm and fuzzies about such things. She didn't care. She was alone in his guest room, but for the first time in a really long time, she wasn't lonely.
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Chapter Nine
Daegan leaned against the door frame and stared at Jennifer sleeping in the small bed. He'd tried everything to fall asleep, even going so far as to drink some warm milk to no avail. He palmed his hard erection, giving it a firm squeeze. Hard to rest with this bloody thing getting in the way . Not to mention the allure of knowing the woman he'd become obsessed with slept less than thirty feet from his door.
Obsession is a slippery slope.
Admittedly he'd waited too damn long to get back into the game. It didn't matter. What he felt for Jennifer was simply natural after Claire. Daegan blocked the image of his wife. She had no place in this. He deserved a respite from the grief, and the woman fighting him every step of the way provided just the challenge he needed to get past this.
Maybe he'd come on a little stronger than he'd intended, but she desperately needed some structure in her life. How many times had he spied the wild-eyed look of a woman out of control? Some subs didn't know how to ask for what they needed, making his job more difficult but not impossible. In the moment, his decision had felt right. He'd really enjoyed spanking her and judging by how needy and wet she'd become, he'd say she'd enjoyed it too. She responded to him better than he'd dreamed. Still, she had so many hesitations. That dichotomy aroused him, no doubt. It also worried him. He was getting too damned attached, and if she truly wasn't capable of making a commitment to the lifestyle, they were both going to end up hurt. Daegan sighed. His job was to prevent that as much as possible.
He scrubbed his face and backed away from her room. There seemed to be no way to get the seductive scent of her arousal out of his head. He took a step in the direction of her door. And another. His entire body throbbed with the need to feel her wet heat surrounding him. To cuddle against her soft skin and breathe in her scent.
Ah, fuck it. He'd
She jerked on the rope keeping her attached to the bed. “But why this? I'm not going anywhere."
"So you say.” He sighed, settling down on the edge of the mattress. “I think there's still a good chance you'll change your mind.” His voice lowered, “I don't think I could bear waking up to find you gone again."
Surprised, she looked into his eyes, her breath catching at the naked pain and vulnerability showing there. An ache deep inside her bloomed bright. Need . The depth of which robbed her senses. Her nipples tightened, and her pussy moistened. Her body responded to him even when her brain made no sense.
"Okay, Daegan.” She tried to keep her voice even, but her words came out broken anyway.
"I'll be right through there if you need anything.” He nodded toward the door. “I'll be back in the morning to set you free."
Her stomach lurched. Maybe she didn't want her freedom anymore. It seemed the more she let him in, the less she wanted to go back to the way things were. She still wasn't sure how she'd handle the job issue, but she was tired. Tired of the same old same old and tired of not believing.
"Good night, love.” He brushed her lips with the tips of his fingers and stood from the bed. “Oh and Jennifer.” He paused. “Apology accepted.” With those parting words, he walked through the door, only stopping long enough to turn the light off. She heaved a sigh of relief when he left the door open. There was an odd longing inside her to keep some connection between them. Her body hummed with unmet need, something she could easily take care of herself. Instead she drew her legs into her chest and comforted herself with amazing images of Daegan punishing her and then putting her to bed. Yes, it seemed odd to get the warm and fuzzies about such things. She didn't care. She was alone in his guest room, but for the first time in a really long time, she wasn't lonely.
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Chapter Nine
Daegan leaned against the door frame and stared at Jennifer sleeping in the small bed. He'd tried everything to fall asleep, even going so far as to drink some warm milk to no avail. He palmed his hard erection, giving it a firm squeeze. Hard to rest with this bloody thing getting in the way . Not to mention the allure of knowing the woman he'd become obsessed with slept less than thirty feet from his door.
Obsession is a slippery slope.
Admittedly he'd waited too damn long to get back into the game. It didn't matter. What he felt for Jennifer was simply natural after Claire. Daegan blocked the image of his wife. She had no place in this. He deserved a respite from the grief, and the woman fighting him every step of the way provided just the challenge he needed to get past this.
Maybe he'd come on a little stronger than he'd intended, but she desperately needed some structure in her life. How many times had he spied the wild-eyed look of a woman out of control? Some subs didn't know how to ask for what they needed, making his job more difficult but not impossible. In the moment, his decision had felt right. He'd really enjoyed spanking her and judging by how needy and wet she'd become, he'd say she'd enjoyed it too. She responded to him better than he'd dreamed. Still, she had so many hesitations. That dichotomy aroused him, no doubt. It also worried him. He was getting too damned attached, and if she truly wasn't capable of making a commitment to the lifestyle, they were both going to end up hurt. Daegan sighed. His job was to prevent that as much as possible.
He scrubbed his face and backed away from her room. There seemed to be no way to get the seductive scent of her arousal out of his head. He took a step in the direction of her door. And another. His entire body throbbed with the need to feel her wet heat surrounding him. To cuddle against her soft skin and breathe in her scent.
Ah, fuck it. He'd
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