Under His Care by Kelly Favor Page B

walking towards the stairs and pulling her with him.
    “Come on where?”
    “You know where,” he said. “I’ve been wanting you all fucking day and I can’t stand it anymore.”
    “I was still eating,” she complained, although she didn’t really want her food badly enough to stop what was happening between them.
    “The food can wait. I’ll make you a new meal afterwards,” Easton said, and then suddenly he scooped Kennedy in his arms and ran all the way up the stairs, while she shrieked and held on for dear life.
    When they got to the bedroom, Easton gently laid her on the bed. He looked down at her with eyes that wanted her more than ever, and Kennedy was instantly wet as she imagined what he might do next.
    “I’m dying to fuck you,” he whispered.
    “Then fuck me,” she said, smiling flirtatiously, her heart speeding up, just as it had the first time she’d seen him in the office for that interview.
    Easton began taking off his tie, unbuttoning his shirt.
    Kennedy lifted her foot and began pushing the sole of her foot into Easton’s crotch. She could feel his erection, and she enjoyed touching it, even with her foot on the outside of his pants.
    Knowing that soon it would be out and in her mouth, and then inside her deepest place.
    Easton leaned down and grabbed her skirt, pushed it up, and then deftly flipped Kennedy onto her stomach.
    “Oh!” she cried, a little surprised.
    “I told you enough of that texting crap, didn’t I?” he growled.
    “And I told you that—“
    “Enough excuses,” he said, and suddenly Kennedy felt the slap of cloth on her bare backside. She turned her head to look and see what he’d spanked her with, exactly, and realized he’d used his silk tie.
    “Easton!” she said, shocked, but pleasantly so.
    “No,” he said, playfully. “I’ve had it with your backtalk.” And then he snapped the tie against her buttocks again.
    It didn’t hurt, not much anyway. Certainly it was nothing compared to the paddle he’d used, or his hand. But it was still pleasant and exciting, and there was a tiny sting, a bite to the soft caress of the silk against her skin.
    As her pussy grew wet and Easton slapped her backside again and again, prompting her to moan, Kennedy couldn’t quite understand why the use of his silk tie seemed somehow appropriate.
    But then Easton was taking himself out and sliding his slick, hard cock into her dripping pussy from behind, and she was going to come fast.
    He knows exactly how to fuck me , she thought, growing even more excited.
    And then, her thoughts continued to drift, as she gave way to pure ecstasy. It turned out that she did understand why the silk tie was so appropriate.
    The tie was like Easton, in a way—strong and dependable, yet also soft, silky, beautiful and elegant. It still was capable of providing a bite, a sting, an element of danger.
    It could be used to bind her, or it could easily be removed and free her from that same bondage.
    In the end, Kennedy realized, Easton had been the very thing that had freed her from bondage, and even though she liked to be tied up and spanked, Kennedy would never again allow herself to be ruled by the opinions and judgments of others.
    She was always going to be free.
    Luckily, she thought, she was also free to love the man of her dreams.

ONE MONTH LATER

    Grace Knowles hadn’t wanted to help her brother with this wedding. But she couldn’t really afford to say no, either—on multiple levels.
    Scott had always been there for her in the past, and recently he’d even helped her with rent for the second month in a row.
    The bottom line was, she owed her brother big time.
    Now Scott had finally called in his favor, and Grace had said yes, which was why she was helping her brother set up for the biggest wedding he’d ever booked.
    This was a dream come true for Scott—to plan a wedding for Kennedy Saunders and Easton Rather—this wedding was being talked about in all the gossip columns and