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  “Come on back. We’re closing up shop.”

  Ending the call, feeling an odd mix of emotions, he texted the major the update about Bateman and, feeling somewhat disingenuous, the news of his success with Bella, then moved down the hallway and knocked on the door to the large dressing room.

  “Who is it?”

  “Fred, it’s Vince. I’m leaving. Make sure everyone is out in the next fifteen minutes.”

  “Sure will. Talk to you soon.”

  Moving back to the foyer, he found Bella waiting by the front door.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Absolutely,” she nodded, “but I need to say something.”

  “Go on.”

  “I’m kind of embarrassed.”

  “Because you had the nerve to sneak back in here?”

  “Well, yes, but something else. I, uh, I don’t do this. I mean, we just met. Going to your house, this isn’t like me.”

  “You can change your mind. I can take you back to your motel if you’d prefer.”

  “No, I want to go with you, I just really, really need you to know, I’m not a… well, this is special… you’re special,” she whispered.

  “So are you,” he smiled. “Let’s get out of here.”

  Chapter Nine

  Vince opened the car door for her, and noticed she winced as she sat down. She glanced up at him, and, catching her look, he winked at her.

  “Don’t you say anything,” she exclaimed.

  “I certainly will if I choose to,” he retorted. “I’m still the officer in charge.” Grinning, he closed the door and moved quickly around the car. As he slipped behind the wheel, she looked back at the venue.

  “Did everyone leave? I didn’t see a soul when I was waiting for you.”

  “There weren’t that many people for the after-party, and they found privacy where they could. That particular building is used for weddings and some important events, so there are a number of additional rooms,” he replied as he started driving through the base.

  “It feels as if it’s two o’clock in the morning,” she remarked. “There’s no one around, and it’s so dark.”

  “It’s not two in the morning, but it’s been at least a couple of hours since you finished your show. I didn’t take note of the time, I had other things on my mind,” he said, looking across at her.

  “Um, yes, me too,” she murmured. “Two hours, three hours, it feels like forever.”

  “I’m sure,” he remarked as they left the base.

  “I can’t believe you’re taking me to your home. Why am I suddenly feeling as if it’s a bit weird?”

  “Because it is,” he replied. “You know, Bella, we share the same concern.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I want you to know this is not a habit for me either. I rarely bring a woman home with me, especially having just met her. Again, if you’d prefer to return to your motel—”

  “No, sorry, no,” she said, cutting him off. “I haven’t changed my mind, not one bit. I guess this whole thing has been weird, from start to finish, though we haven’t exactly finished anything yet.”

  “Yes, we have. You’ve got a sore butt. I would say that was a finish, unless you’re implying you want more.”

  “Do you live very far?” she asked, studiously ignoring his remark.

  “No,” he chuckled, “and we can talk about something else if you’d rather.”

  “That would be good,” she quipped. “It’s amazing how peaceful it is here, especially for a Saturday night.”

  “If you go into the small township it will be hopping, but these residential neighborhoods are generally fairly tranquil,” he replied, turning off the main road.

  Though it was dark, the streets were well-lit, and she could see the neighborhood was upmarket, with homes set back from the street boasting manicured front lawns. As Vince turned into his driveway, Bella stared at his house, absolutely delighted. It was charming, like something out of a storybook. One-story with a peaked roof and a cobblestone path leading to the front door. Vince touched a button on his rearview mirror, the garage door rolled up, and he slowly moved his car inside.

  “Vince, your house is adorable. It’s like a modern day Hansel and Gretel house.”

  “You think so?” he chuckled. “I’ve never thought of it quite like that. I liked it the first time I saw it. I thought it looked like a home.”

  “It does,” she agreed, “a warm inviting home.”

  The garage was a double, and having only one car, Vince had installed a wide work bench, cabinets, and a wall for hanging tools. Bella was reminded of the old saying: everything in its place, and a place for everything.

  “You are so organized,” she declared as she climbed from the car. “You should see my workroom. It’s nothing like this.”

  “You have a workroom?”

  “Not really a workroom, but a place where I keep all my show stuff. My props, my clothes, my CDs; there’s not much really, but even with so little it doesn’t look nearly as orderly as this.”

  “Sounds as if you need some lessons in tidiness,” he winked.

  “Sounds as if I need to keep my mouth shut.”

  “Probably that too. Come on in.”

  He opened the door that led inside the house, and after walking through a small laundry, she found herself in a bright kitchen painted white and gray with granite countertops. It was modern and spotless, and as he led her down a wide hallway, he paused.

  “This is one of the guest rooms,” he said, opening a door and switching on the light.

  Looking inside, she found an inviting bedroom decorated in blue and white, and just as the kitchen had been, it was spotless.

  “It’s lovely,” she nodded.

  “Shall I keep going?”

  “Uh-huh,” she smiled.

  Continuing down the hallway, he stopped in front of double doors and, pushing them open, he gestured her inside.

  “My bedroom,” he declared.

  The room was spacious, but her attention was immediately captured by the masculine, dark wood, four-poster bed sitting on a riser.

  “Whoa, that’s quite something,” she exclaimed, moving toward it. Looking back at him, she softly added, “But then, you’re quite a man.”

  “Did you just really say that?” he laughed.

  “I did, and I meant it,” she replied with small smile.

  “You are a walking dichotomy,” he muttered, shaking his head.

  “I love this too,” she remarked, wandering across the room.

  A couch and an armchair in a cozy configuration sat in front of a fireplace, with a large-screen television above the mantelpiece.

  “It’s like a second den,” he said. “If I can’t sleep, I slip over here, turn on the fire, and watch TV. It’s especially comfortable in the winter when it’s raining.”

  “That sounds so cozy,” she sighed, then, dropping her handbag on the couch, she walked slowly back to him. “I don’t want to go anywhere,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. “We don’t have to do anything, but please, can I sleep in your bed?”

  “You know,” he began, feeling his cock surge to life at just the thought, “if we are lying on top of the same mattress, underneath blankets…”

  “Yeah, I know,” she agreed, leaning into his body.

  “I should spank you again for being such a brazen hussy.”

  “Are you complaining?” she asked as she moved her arms around his waist.

  “Not for a minute,” he said, wrapping her up and squeezing her tightly.

  “This is still a bit weird, but I’m really happy to be here,” she murmured.

  “Yeah, it’s weird, but I’m not sure why, and I don’t care,” he said, closing his eyes.

  They stood, holding each other for several minutes, before he finally pulled back.

  “I’m sure you want to get out of those jeans,” he said softly. “I’ll get you a T-shirt.”

  She watched
him walk to a dresser and open a drawer, and as he turned around, holding the folded white shirt in his hand, she felt utterly drawn to him.

  My gosh, look at you. You’re so fucking handsome. That jaw, those arms, and you’re so strong and so sweet. I didn’t know men came like you. I swear to God, you’ve put some kind of spell on me.

  “What are you staring at?”

  “You,” she uttered. Running across the room, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

  She didn’t kiss him lightly, or tenderly, or with the yielding adoration of a submissive, but aggressively, filled with the fire and heat that was surging through her body. He pulled back, stared at her, then, gripping her hair, he yanked back her head and returned her kiss, making it clear he was still in charge and he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

  “You need to be dominated, don’t you, Bella?” he said, his voice husky in her ear.

  “Yes, so much, I can’t stand it,” she gasped.

  “Then do exactly what I tell you, and if you don’t, you’ll be punished. Understand?”

  “You’re amazing,” she mumbled, unable to stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth.

  “Understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Go to the bed, turn around, drop your jeans to your knees, and bend over the mattress,” he ordered, dropping her hair from his fingers.

  “Uh, you, uh, yes, sir.”

  Her heart furiously thumping, her legs barely able to walk, she staggered to the bed, dropped her jeans around her knees, and leaned over the soft down comforter.

  “Now I can see my handiwork,” he declared, moving behind her.

  Bella was surprisingly embarrassed at her near-naked bottom being eyed by the handsome marine who was effortlessly curling her toes, but she was also filled with a raging, aching hunger. She wanted him to devour her, to take her, to possess her.

  “Red, but not red enough,” he muttered, trailing his fingers across her cheeks. “Have you ever been flogged, Bella?”

  “Once, sir,” she whispered, “a long time ago.”

  “Turn your body around. Place your hands on the floor and your stomach on the mattress.”

  She paused, not sure if she understood, and was rewarded with a hot bite from several quick sharp smacks.

  “When I give an order I expect it to be obeyed without hesitation,” he said sharply.

  “Sorry, sir.”

  With her jeans still around her legs, trying to wriggle herself into the position he’d described wasn’t easy. She could feel his eyes on her, and it occurred to her that the instruction was designed to underline his authority, and to help her sink into her submissive role.

  “Place your hands around my ankles,” he instructed, moving his feet near her head.

  She stared at the polished black shoes, and as she grabbed his ankles she felt the long-lost, but wonderfully familiar, cloak of capitulation. It swept through her like a warm breeze on a cool spring night, and, closing her eyes, she released a long, deep sigh.

  “Sir,” she whimpered.

  “If you wish to speak, you must ask permission.”

  “Sir, permission to speak, please, sir.”

  “In a moment.”

  Staring down at the gorgeous girl draped over the side of the bed, he reached down and stroked her back with his fingertips, delighting in the softness of her skin. His cock suddenly felt as if it was about to spontaneously combust, and though he would have been happy to stand there and soak in the glorious sight for endless minutes, he knew he had to move on.

  “Release my ankles,” he said softly.

  When her fingers slipped away, he moved across the room and entered his closet, unlocking the cabinet containing his toys and implements, carefully selecting his paddle of choice. Quickly returning, he smoothed the hard leather over her bottom and the backs of her thighs.

  “You may speak.”

  “Sir, I, uh, I’m feeling overwhelmed, but it’s not what you’re doing, it’s that it’s you doing it.”

  Vince felt his heart fill like a balloon on a helium tank. He wanted to throw the paddle aside, sweep her into his arms, and make love to her with the built-up passion that had been burning through his soul since the moment he’d laid eyes on her, but she wanted to feel his power and control. He wasn’t going to disappoint her.

  “Bella,” he said softly. “I feel the same, but right now we have some unfinished business.”

  “Yes, sir. I just had to tell you how I feel.”

  “I’m glad you did,” he replied, “and now I’m going to paddle you. Do you know why?”

  “Uh, because you want to?”

  “I certainly do, but I’m also going to heat up your bottom again because of your behavior this afternoon. You were outrageously rude and unprofessional. Even when I came out to the car and offered you an olive branch, you shut me down,” he scolded. “But Bella, you must ask me to do this.”

  “Oh, sir,” she murmured, a fresh wave of heat passing through her sex at his command, “please, will you, uh, oh, dear, paddle me?”

  “Indeed I will. Take hold of my ankles.”

  Her fingers wrapped around him, and as he shimmied her panties down her legs, he heard her utter a strange mewling sound.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Raising the paddle, he landed it on her right cheek with a practiced flick of his wrist. Her fingers clutched his ankles, and just as he was about to land another, she spoke.

  “Thank you, sir, thank you.”

  A surge of energy pushed him forward, and as he continued with a slow regular pace, she thanked him after every stroke.

  “Is your skin burning?” he asked, pausing after a dozen or so swats.

  “Yes, sir,” she gasped.

  “I can see your bottom isn’t the only part of you that’s hot,” he remarked, gazing at the slick shine between her legs.

  “No, sir,” she murmured.

  “I didn’t punish the backs of your thighs, but I think your attitude is deserving of something a bit extra, don’t you, Bella?”

  “Oh, sir, if you think so.”

  “I don’t take kindly to young women treating me with such disrespect, and if I handle it now, I’m not going to have to worry in the future, am I?”

  “No, sir, you won’t, I swear,” she promised. “I, uh, I’ve never had someone smack there.”

  “Ah, well then, I suggest you grip my ankles tightly, and remember just how incredibly rude you were.”

  “I remember, sir, and I don’t know what got into me.”

  “Whatever it was, I suspect it will not be returning,” he declared, gliding the paddle across the top of her thigh.

  It hit her skin with a keen bite, and she yowled her protest. When it slapped her opposite thigh, he heard her hiss through her teeth.

  “Rude girls,” he began, slowly swatting back and forth, “should understand that their nasty comments carry consequences. Next time you decide to be sarcastic and cop an attitude, I hope you’ll remember this.”

  “I will,” she gasped.

  His spanking hand had stung, but the paddle carried a heavier, hotter, keener pain, and she bit her lip to stop from crying out. She wanted to beg him to stop, but she knew it would make no difference, and could even push him into paddling her further.

  “Your thighs are turning a very nice shade,” he declared, “and I’m sure they’re already quite sore.”

  “Oh, they are, sir,” she whimpered.

  “Yes,” he said calmly, continuing to swat back and forth, “even a girl with a tongue as sharp as yours will pay attention to this particular punishment.”

  “Yes,” she groaned, “yes, it’s not sharp anymore, I swear.”

  “A few more good ones to make sure. If I have to punish you again for being bad-mannered, I won’t be happy.”

  Moving the paddle up to her cheeks, he landed lighter strikes, but delivered them rapidly, making her squirm and g
yrate. Then, finally satisfied, he dropped the paddle on the bed, moved his hand over her hot, burnt cheeks, then slipped his fingers into her sex.

  “Soaking,” he muttered. “Totally soaking.”

  “Oh, sir,” she moaned, “permission to speak?”

  “Granted.”

  “Thank you for… everything.”

  “Release my ankles.”

  As her fingers dropped away, he crouched down, grabbed a fistful of hair, and pulled her head back.

  “Look at me,” he growled.

  Raising her eyes, she stared back at him.

  “Do we understand each other?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Who am I?”

  “My dominant, sir, if you’ll have me. Please, will you have me?”

  “I’ll be strict, but I will also be kind,” he said warmly, “but Bella, let there be no mistake, I won’t hesitate to spank you, and I’ll expect obedience.”

  “Yes, sir, I’ll do my best, I promise.”

  Releasing her hair, he helped her on to the bed, quickly stripped off her clothes, then sat next to her, gazing at her glorious nakedness.

  “You are beautiful, Bella, and I do love to tease,” he murmured, dropping his fingers against her swollen pussy, “and you, young lady, are going to learn patience.”

  Chapter Ten

  Stretching out next to her, he pulled her into his arms, breathing in her fragrance and relishing the feel of her skin next to his, then suddenly his mouth was devouring hers. She lifted her arms around him, clinging tightly, responding with an ardent need as he lingered his lips, gliding them warmly, then aggressively, then gently, before traveling them to her neck and down to her breasts. She was moaning softly, but when his fingers slid inside her pussy and began massaging her clit, her moans became a plaintive cry of need.

  “Sir, that’s… ooh… sir, I want you so much!”

  Listening to her mews and pleas, he continued to toy with her, then pressed his finger deep inside her warm, moist recess, making her wriggle against his hand.

  “You’re almost ready for me,” he growled.

  “I am now, so ready, please take me.”

  “I’m going to, but not until I hear you beg, really beg.”