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 thingsweren'tweird.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, therightnessof 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."You don't get to cover up just because it's morning."
She blushed but still held the blanket with a death grip."Do I get to brush my teeth?"
"Sure.But I don't think you brought your toothbrush over here."She had put on her pajamas and brushed her teeth in her own apartment the night before.
"Oh, okay."She scooted around the other side of the bed and picked up her clothes, which still lay on the floor where she'd tossed them the night before.She dropped the blanket and rushed to pull up her little shorts.
"Hurry, little rabbit," he teased."The big bad wolf is going to see your boobies."
She laughed, her cheeks still blushing."I'm shy in the morning."
He didn't like the way she said that.As if she often woke up after a "first time" with a guy feeling shy.But no, he had no right to be jealous.
Though part of him wanted to grab her and dominate her until she dropped her shyness as quickly as she'd shucked her clothes last night, it was easier to let her scamper away.He watched as she pulled her threadbare t-shirt over her perfect size-C breasts and slipped out the bedroom door.
"I'm just going to… um… run to my place and take a shower.Thanks for letting me stay here."
Thanks for letting me stay here.As if that was all it had been.Of course he knew it had been way more than that.But hell—if she was leaving that easily, he should let her go.
His cell phone rang.He sighed and climbed out of bed to pick it up.
His mom.He hated her daily calls.She worried about him and it made him feel guilty as hell for not having his life together.
"Hi, Mom."
"Hi, honey, how are you?"
"Fine."Their conversations had been stilted ever since he got back from Afghanistan.He didn't know what to say to her or how to interact anymore.
"What are your plans for the day?"she asked.
"Mm, not sure yet."He didn't feel like going into the gory details of Kaitlyn's attack and needing to change her door out.
"Well, a friend of a friend called me.They run a hot air balloon business that flies in Temecula and San Diego.They're looking for a crew guy.She said they love retired military.Any interest?"
Here she goes again, trying to fix his life for him.
"Um, nah.I don't think so.But thanks, Mom.Listen, I gotta run, okay?"
