Sinful by Carolyn Faulkner

as he watched her eyes while he took her.
    “What – what – about – dinner?” she asked, barely able to speak at the thought.
    “That’s what room service is for, sweetie.”
     

Chapter 6
     
    And he did – largely. Oh, he made the occasional exception, but most of the time for the next thirty-six hours or so – which was much too short as far as he was concerned – she was buck-naked and he was wearing a big, satisfied grin.
    She also sported a very red bottom, finding herself getting spanked more often than not. Brandt was proving to be even stricter than her father in some ways – well, in the ways that mattered to him. But he was at least as much of a stickler for obedience as Father had been; although the things he asked her to do – some of them just mortified her. She did them – sometimes only after considerable persuasion – but she did eventually comply, doing things that she had never even dreamed existed, and having much the same type of things done to her.
    And, to her complete mortification, enjoying every minute of it, in every case.
    Brandt considered the weekend a rousing success – he thought it had gone much better even than he’d hoped, because he’d been able to introduce Lita to two elements that were vital to a relationship, as far as he was concerned – discipline and sex, and she’d taken to both with flying colors, although he knew she wouldn’t necessarily agree with him about the discipline part.
    He knew how big a milestone this weekend was for them, but he wasn’t sure that Lita recognized it as such. He hadn’t wanted to scare her off, so they hadn’t talked about a more long-term situation – and she certainly wasn’t going to bring it up – but he knew that that was where he wanted to go with her. How she felt – well, he was much less sure about that.
    He tried to pump Marielle for information, but, as usual, she was being notoriously uncooperative. Her advice to him was the novel idea of actually talking to Lita, but, just in case she wasn’t thinking along the same lines as he was, he didn’t know if he could bear the idea that she might not want to get more serious with him.
    So he festered, and he stewed, and he worried, and he made love to her as often as he could. And one night, he finally worked up the nerve to talk to her about it, when it was very late at night – actually very early the next morning – while they were lying, cuddled together after a long night of loving. She was curled up against his side, as she loved to be and he loved her to be, one of his arms plastering her to him, the other absently playing with her hair. “Lita?”
    She was almost asleep. She’d discovered a love of cuddling, and most often – when they were together – fell asleep in his arms. “Yes?”
    “What would you say if I told you that I want you to move in with me? That I can see this relationship of ours becoming very serious?”
    Since her apartment was so small, they always ended up at his place. Plus, he was going through the police academy and riding along with older officers and his shifts weren’t as predictable as hers, so she worked around his schedule as much as possible.
    She was silent, and Brandt thought that wasn’t a very good sign.
    It wasn’t that Lita hadn’t dreamt about this moment, played it out in her mind a thousand different ways, knowing that the response her heart wanted to give him was an immediate, resounding “Yes!” It was her mind that was holding her back.
    She hadn’t been out from under the influence of her parents and their church for that long, really, and she wasn’t at all sure that this was the best time to become seriously involved with anyone – even if she thought she was falling in love with him. Love wasn’t really something she’d been taught to consider when evaluating a future mate – would he uphold the religious principles she believed in? Could he support as large a family as God saw fit to give