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"Why do you want to know if I can cook?"
"Well, if you only want to sit in a house for the rest of your life, I figured you could cook and clean for me, be my sex slave It’ll be a in" She bared her teeth in his direction "Fuck off, Captain"
"Feisty Your eant" He touched her lips, though, brushed her cheek with his knuckles in a tender gesture that ain Feel his pulse and strength through his fingers, the warmth and support Instead she cleared her throat and returned to her breakfast
"So, I’ht, you know No need to rush things"
As the silence drew out, she cursed her mistake, even as her toes curled at the pause She sed, so to control things again"
"Yes, you are Let it happen again and you’ll finish up your workout with your glutes s other than squats"
He’d said it wasn’t her job to worry She was supposed to follow orders He was right
She’d gone, eyes wide-open, into a firefight Why going into a BDSM club could so terrify her, she didn’t know, but it had been this way since her injury Without her eyes, her hearing so dihtened her so much more easily But in a short tis she could detect that others couldn’t, and those senses could help her But she still feared the helplessness, the possible abyss that could yawn before her, sing her before she kneas there
She put down her sandwich, reached out He was sitting next to her, and yet it was still a gratifying surprise to feel his hand close over hers instantly "I’m scared, Master Really, really scared"
It was hard to adled her But then his ar her onto his lap so he could rock her
"I knoeetheart I wish I could take away your fear, but the only way I know to do it is to help you face it I’d face it for you if I could" The truth of it was in the fierceness in his voice, a depth of feeling she wasn’t sure she could handle, let alone believe He tightened his grip on her "It takes years for a Master to earn the trust I’h you are, deep inside I know you want to trust ht?" He pressed a kiss to her temple; then she felt his lips curve "What if I promise to keep your hts, fear won’t have a chance of sliding into yourcould eli for hied another nod, he slid his hands down her back, squeezed a buttock "Finish your breakfast Time to take you on a boat ride" Peter knew she was afraid He ached to tell her that she didn’t have to do anything, that he’d protect her fro Every instance of pain or fear she had tore him apart inside She’d had rieve with her for what she’d lost, let her know the utter terror he’d felt at the idea of her being gone from his life before she’d really fully entered it
Instead, he went back into the bedrooht her jeans to her, along with a long-sleeved knit cotton top borrowed froer sister, as a si spray, a necessary preparation for poling through the bayou abutting his property The leh toher smooth it into her forearms, the slim neck and her ankles above the socks of her sh he’d found an avenue through her wary shields through Do fu Master to her Grasshopper He wanted to fuck her senseless, detonate an emotional and physical explosion that would deplete both of the outside on the boat dock and into the boat helped settle his far deeper than his cock were stirred by their drifting progress as they poled away fro on the opposite bench, so he eased her to her knees in the bottoh the marshland he loved, she pillowed her head on his knee, her hands loosely wrapped around his calf Dana noted the myriad bird and insect life, asked hih for her to hear He told her about the others, tried to iistered hu through quiet shadows or bright, lazy sun patches
Though she’d sneered at the cohtened senses, she unconsciously reached for those abilities As they passed under the branches hanging over the water, she felt the lace of Spanish ers in the water, he watched the flow through the sliits, the pull of cotton across her breasts as she twisted He’d refused to let her wear a bra, wanting the pleasure of her nipples The temptation of those peaks made him want to press her back on the bench, lift the shirt and suckle her, let her sigh and squirm as the boat drifted
But her head was back on his knee, her fingers idly playing with the sea sleepy, and that was okay He wanted every day to be like this He wanted to go to work, knowing she was going to be part of his life at the end of the day, on the weekends Maybe she’d call hi He knew she was too da to the piercing shrieks of swas more pleasurable to do on a lazy afternoon than that<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>