Sinfully Yours, Sir (Doms of Decadence 4)

She shuddered.

He covered both cheeks with the paddle this time, loving the way she groaned. Using slow, measured strokes he savored each smack of the paddle.

“Green, Sir,” she murmured as he finished, putting the paddle down. He lowered her skirt over her red ass.

Dylan chuckled. “I think you’ve had enough tonight, babe.”

She let out a low moan of protest, but he wasn’t letting her sway him. This thing between them had been building for a long time and he wasn’t about to rush it. Slow and steady would win him her heart. He was in this for the long run, not just a short, happy sprint.

Dylan untied her ankles then her wrists. He tucked her slumped body against his, holding her tight and breathing in the sweet scent of her. His cock protested the need to wait, throbbing painfully. Drawing on all of his self-control, he ignored his pounding need and sweeping her up into his arms, carried her over to one of the small aftercare areas.

Laying her on the sofa on her side, he grabbed a soft blanket from the back of the sofa and placed it over her. Crouching down, he pushed her hair back off her face and kissed her gently.

“Stay here, I’m going to go clean up and then I’ll be right back.”

She nodded sleepily.

Dylan moved as quickly as he could. But he obviously wasn’t fast enough because when he returned he found her fast asleep.

***

Tilly was absolutely mortified. She couldn’t believe she had fallen asleep. She snuck a glance over at Dylan. He didn’t seem angry, but he had been pretty quiet during the drive home. She’d woken up as he’d carried her out of the club. She was wrapped in a blanket, thank God, since her boobs were still hanging free.

He must have asked Tara or one of the other women to grab her stuff from the locker room because after he’d deposited her in the front seat, he’d placed her backpack at her feet.

“Have you changed your mind about me disappointing you?” she asked.

Dylan glanced over at her quickly, and then back to the road. Reaching over, he grabbed her hand.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep and ruin tonight.”

“You did not ruin tonight,” he said firmly. “And I am definitely not disappointed.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

He pulled up outside her building then undid her seatbelt and tugged her across the bench seat and onto his lap. She wasn’t sure she would ever get used to how easily he moved her around. Like she weighed nothing. She guessed that was the advantage of having arms like tree trunks.

Dylan kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m sure. You were obviously tired. I like that you trust me enough to let me take care of you. Now, give me a proper kiss then let’s get you inside.”

She kissed him. Tentatively at first, but she gained more confidence as he made small sounds of encouragement. When she pulled back, his eyes were heavy-lidded as he gazed down at her.

As they walked into her apartment, her cell phone rang. Who would be calling her this late? She pulled out her phone. Unknown number.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Tilly!” A panicked voice said. “It’s me…” There was a crackling noise.

“Hello? Who is this?” Tilly asked, puzzled.

“Miller.”

“Miller? Are you okay?” Her friend sounded so different, almost unrecognizable.

Miller had been her best friend since they were seven and she’d come to live with her grandmother.