Sinful by Carolyn Faulkner Page B

etc?”
    “Definitely!”
    He hauled her onto him, catching both of her legs between his. She couldn’t move until he decided to allow it, and he liked that. Brandt laced his fingers at the small of her back, holding their intimate body parts together as his began to swell predictably. “You wouldn’t be fibbing to me, now would you, Miss Lita?”
    That low, rough tone – those words – they sent a sizzle she didn’t even want to acknowledge up her spine, and she knew that he knew it. And although she’d sworn to herself to never admit it, she didn’t think that vow was going to last past tonight, if he had anything to say about it.
    And he had everything to say about it.
    “You know I want to marry you, Lita.”
    Her head came up from where it had been resting on his chest. He’d said it so casually, as if she should have guessed it. But her reading of current society was that people didn’t much go in for the formalities and legalities, and definitely not for the commitment to each other before God.
    Brandt reached for the soft light above him and turned it on its lowest setting so that he could see her eyes while he spoke, and she could see the absolute sincerity in his. “You didn’t know.”
    “I— no, well, I didn’t want to assume anything. I don’t know what to think about you, Brandt. You have me going in twelve different directions at once – my head is fighting with my heart and it’s got me all frazzled. I don’t know what to do.”
    “What do you want to do, deep down, in here?” He touched her breastbone.
    “To be with you.”
    “Always?’
    Without a second’s hesitation, Lita nodded vehemently. “Yes. Always.”
    “Well, we can arrange that.” He leaned up at the same time he used his hold on her long tresses to pull her down for his kiss. As he released her and sank back down onto the bed, he said, “You realize, though, that I’m not going to change. That I will always spank you when I think you need it, and I think that you need it quite often, as you might have noticed – partly because of your upbringing – that it makes you feel loved and paid attention to. And Lord knows I love doing it. So things are going to get even stricter when we live together and, eventually, get married.”
    She was looking hesitant and biting her lip, as if she was going to say no to him because of what he’d just reminded her of, so he reached down to cup her buttocks and drag her upwards a bit, so that her tummy was at the bottom of his chest, then he pulled her legs apart, forcing her to straddle him. And as he watched her – as she found herself trapped and held by those dark eyes – he slowly lowered her down onto his full blown erection, watching avidly as her eyes rolled back in her head a bit, and she tried to arch away from that invader, but he had a hold of her hips, keeping her in place for his possession, feeling her full body shudder when she finally hit the root of him, fully swollen as he was within her.
    When he did things like this to her – and he did them more often than she would ever have considered right years ago – every sane thought left her head. There was nothing there but him – his big presence within her conquered every bit of her, driving out doubt and worry and conscious thought.
    She would never get over the feeling of how he stretched her. Never. It blew her mind every single time, especially when he took control of her like this. She didn’t know if she was permanently broken because of her upbringing or he had turned her into a submissive sex maniac, but she craved this. She missed him terribly when he went away for training – the discipline at least as much as the sex, not that she would ever confess that to him, but then, he already seemed to guess it about her.
    Damn him for being so right all the time!
    The fact that he took the time to discipline her did make her feel safer, more protected than she had since she was a kid, and the stricter he was