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  “Three times you came?” he questioned.

  “No, Sir. Four,” she mumbled.

  “Five for each time then. Prepare.”

  Rose nodded her understanding and willed herself to relax. Only twenty swats. My Lord is kind.

  Expecting his hand to come down on her upturned ass, Rose squealed in surprise when she felt the hard kiss of his leather belt. After the first five lashes, Nathan stopped and rubbed a gentle hand over her stinging cheeks.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered, and Rose sighed with pleasure.

  After five more stripes, she no longer sighed but squeezed her eyes shut, allowing only a few tears to escape and run down her cheeks.

  Now, she heard the unmistakable metallic sound of Nathan’s zipper. He was undressing. Soon, he’d enter her and all pain would morph into mind-blowing pleasure. Just thinking about his cock inside her made her tremble and her thighs shine with renewed wetness.

  Nathan tapped the plug, causing her to jump. He leaned on top of her, his naked chest heavy on her back.

  “Not going to come yet, are you?” he murmured into her ear.

  “No, Sir,” she breathed, biting her lip and praying that she could keep her word.

  He raised himself from her and deftly delivered five more lashes with a lighter hand. She didn’t quite know when the pain had transformed, but pure pleasure radiated throughout her being. Nathan grabbed the plug, spun it and she moaned.

  “Please, Sir. I can’t take much more,” she begged.

  Slowly, he pulled. She cried out, suddenly bereft from the loss of fullness.

  “You’ll take more, Rose. You’ll take much more,” he promised as he positioned himself behind her, the tip of his latex-covered cock pushing against her open anus.

  Rose screamed, pushing towards him while he plunged his penis within her.

  “Please, please let me come!” she cried, her vision already blurred by a bevy of brilliant colours. She heard Nathan’s laugh from resonate from his throat as she continued to beg him for release.

  “Whose are you?” he questioned, his voice raw.

  “I am,” she panted, “yours.”

  “Why?” he persisted.

  “Because my purpose is to bring you pleasure and, in doing so, I find my own.”

  Using his hand, Nathan swatted her tender bottom five more times, his cock buried inside her.

  “Now. Now you can come,” he growled.

  Rose released the hold on herself as bright blues and purples exploded in her mind. Somewhere, she heard Nathan’s guttural growl and felt him tremble as he pushed himself even more deeply inside her. He reached beneath her, grasping her breasts. Knowing he had found his pleasure, she bucked against him even harder. Fingers of fire coursed through every nerve and she exploded into a million stars.

  Chapter Two

  Pinot Noir—An earthy wine filled with the flavours of sweet berries and ripe plums. Despite its lightness of body, this wine appeals to those who prefer a complicated taste.

  Rose wiggled a bit on her sore bottom as she sat on a wooden chair at her kitchen table. She sipped her morning tea, flipped through the mail and sighed with pleasure. Who would have thought that someone with her background would end up with such a wonderful guy as Nathan? Suddenly, her hand stilled and she frowned as she read the return address on a thick envelope—McPherson and Lowry, Attorneys at Law.

  Lawyers? Probably some ambulance chasers offering their services. But still, she’d never received a personally addressed letter from a law office before and, for some reason, she was terrified. She knew she had to open the letter but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Setting the letter down carefully on the table, she picked up the phone and called Nathan.

  * * * *

  “You know, anyone could just walk in here when you leave your door unlocked and open,” Nathan admonished an hour later.

  Rose looked up from her position on the floor. Nathan’s heart melted at seeing her delicate fingers wrapped around a rag as she hand-mopped her kitchen floor. The spicy scents of lavender and lemon permeated the air. Sunlight reflected copper highlights as it bounced off her long, red hair. Anyone else would simply use a bucket and mop, but no, she had to make sure every single spot was scrubbed. Hell, Nathan’s own mother couldn’t have kept house any better than this little slip of a girl.

  “That’s why I live here in a small town instead of in your big bad city,” she said tartly.

  “Still,” Nathan continued, “I’d be happier if you took a few more precautions.”

  Sitting back on her heels, Rose stared up at him. “Is that an order from my Master?”

  “No,” he answered, offering her his hand to help her up. “It’s a request from your lover and friend.”

  She stood on her tip-toes and kissed his cheek. “Then I’ll be happy to honour it. I’ll install a latch hook on the screen door. Will that suffice?”

  Nathan sighed. He’d rather have her bolt the door, but he’d take what he could get. Besides, he’d checked out the statistics in Caseyville and knew that the small Illinois town had very little crime aside from the occasional speeder or shoplifter.

  “Yeah, that’ll do for now. So, tell me about this letter,” he said as he pulled out a chair and sat at her kitchen table.

  Wincing slightly, Rose took the seat across from him and handed him the letter. Nathan couldn’t help but notice how her hand shook as she did so.

  “Sure you want me to open it?” he asked.

  Silently, she nodded.

  Nathan ripped open the envelope and frowned as he read. When he finished, he folded the letter and reached for her hands.

  “You’re not in any trouble, Rose. So take that thought out of your mind, but this does have to do with your past,” he told her.

  “Mama, why do I have to stay in my room?” Rose asked.

  “Because I have to work. Just stay in there. I’m not going to lock the door this time, but make sure you don’t come out. Understand?” Melinda Hester looked sternly at the little girl. “No matter what you hear, you stay in that room, and if I hear one sound, you’ll be sorry.”

  Rose nodded. Mama could give her the silent treatment for days, which made Rose feel horribly guilty. But, when her mother smiled at her and laughed, the tiny apartment didn’t seem so small and scary. Mama didn’t smile or laugh often and Rose had learned to be quiet and hide when men came to visit.

  Silently, she sat on the bathroom floor and played with a clothespin doll. She wanted to sing so she could block out the scary noises coming from Mama’s room, but she had promised to be quiet. Suddenly, she jumped as the door banged open.

  “What do we have here?” the big, hairy man growled. He wore only boxer shorts and a dirty white T-shirt.

  “Nothin’,” Melinda answered, wiping blood from the side of her mouth. “Just my kid. Don’t worry ‘bout her.”

  The man grunted as Rose scampered to huddle against her mother’s leg and watched as the man pulled out his boy part and peed into the toilet.

  “Don’t know, ‘linda,” the man slurred. “She looks old enough to talk and if she can talk she could say somethin’ to someone ‘bout me bein’ here. Don’t’ think my wife’d be too happy ‘bout that.

  “She’s just a baby, Lou,” Melinda warned.

  Rose widened her eyes as the man shoved her mother against the bathroom wall and bent down to pick her up. His breath smelt stale and foul, his eyes seemed glassy. Rose didn’t know what to do, but she knew she didn’t like this man holding her or hurting her mother. When the man puckered his lips and moved in to kiss her, Rose balled up her tiny fist, punched him in the nose and kicked her legs, making contact with his soft, round belly. The man grunted and dropped her to the floor. She crawled over to her mother while the man howled in pain.

  “You fuckin’ bitch,” he yelled.

  “Hey, you okay?” Nathan’s said, frowning.

  As though trying to clear her head, Rose took a deep breath, h
eld it, then slowly released.

  “Yeah,” she answered. “I’m good now. Just remembering something ugly. Go on, tell me what it says. It’s about my mother, isn’t it?”

  “Not exactly, why do you say that?” Nathan asked.

  Frowning, Rose retorted, “It was just a feeling.”

  “Actually, it’s about your father,” he began.

  “What?” Rose shouted, standing so quickly her chair clattered to the floor. “I don’t have a father!”

  Nathan stood as well, but with gentle slowness. Carefully, so as not to startle her, he moved around the table to take her into his arms. “Apparently, you do. According to this, he has been looking for you for quite some time now. Look, hon, I don’t know much about your family history. Wanna tell me about it?”

  Nathan knew Rose trusted him, but she was hesitant to talk about her past. Some things, though, were best left buried.

  “No, I don’t. I want you to throw that letter away.”

  “But, Rose, if this guy is your dad—”

  “Big fuckin’ deal,” she interrupted. “He was my sperm donor and he can damned well go to hell. That’s where my mother and I lived for years. Now throw that thing away. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

  “What are you scared of?” he asked.

  “Nothing. Okay? I’m not scared of anything. Just get rid of it,” she demanded.

  “If that’s what you want.” Nathan folded the offending letter, walked to the trash bin and pretended to drop it in. Discreetly, he shoved it into his pocket. He didn’t like to deceive Rose, but he had a feeling she’d regret her decision later.

  “How about some tea? Want some tea? I want tea,” Rose asked as she bustled about putting water in the kettle. I’m acting like an idiot. Of course he doesn’t want tea. He probably thinks I’m completely loony now.

  “Baby, I’ll tell you what I want. I want you to welcome your Master,” Nathan commanded, his eyes black as midnight.

  Rose stopped all movement. How did he know? How did he always seem to know just what she needed? A blissful calm enveloped her when she knelt before her Master, kissing his crotch. She sat back on her heels, dropping her eyes to the floor. A as a flame began to burn in her womb.

  “That’s better,” Nathan complimented. “But can you explain to me why you are still wearing clothing?”

  Smiling just a bit, Rose apologised. “I’m sorry, Sir. If you allow it, may I stand and correct my error?”

  “I suggest you do,” he said, offering his hand to help her to her feet.

  Quickly, Rose stripped then neatly folded her clothes, placing them on the table. Suddenly, she remembered the back door was wide open. Any of her neighbours could easily see into her kitchen on this bright, sunny afternoon.

  Glancing at the door, she began, “Sir, may I…”

  “No, you may not,” Nathan interrupted. “The door stays open and you, my beautiful slut, will march your naked ass into the bedroom. Once there, you will kneel beside the bed and await me.”

  Rose blushed, but nodded and scurried into the next room.

  Nathan felt himself harden at the sight of her beautiful bottom as she walked obediently away from him. He opened a cupboard door, helped himself to a spotless glass and filled it with cool water. Leaning against the counter, he frowned and thought about the situation. He could see easily enough that Rose was getting herself worked up into a panic about that damned letter.

  In the few months that he’d known her, he’d figured out a few things, despite her reluctance to speak of the past. She’d lived with just her mother in North St. Louis until her early teens. Then her mother had died and Rose had lived in various foster homes. She’d never mentioned a father and, by the look on her face when he’d told her the contents of the letter, she was terrified. Gulping down the water, Nathan decided he’d make a few phone calls later that day.

  She belongs to me. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let anyone harm her.

  Satisfied with his decision, he entered the bedroom, his cock hardening as he saw her sitting back on her heels—her head bowed and the cascade of thick, curly, red hair floating around her shoulders. He began to tug at his belt buckle, then had a better idea.

  “Undress me,” he commanded.

  Rose looked up at him, her green eyes gleaming with anticipation. Smiling, she reached up and slowly began unhooking his buckle. Using all his willpower, Nathan stood still as her dainty hands quickly made short work of his clothing. The only movement he made was to lift his feet so that she could slide his shoes, socks and trousers from his strong legs. Just as she had with her own clothes, she neatly folded his and placed them beside the bed. Once this task was completed, she respectfully returned to her kneeling position.

  “Do you have any idea just how beautiful you are?” Nathan asked softly, reaching down to lift her chin so that he could look into her eyes.

  “I have no idea what I did to be lucky enough to find you, but know this, my darling one…you are mine.”

  Seeing the pleasure on her face, Nathan smiled at her then straightened, his rod throbbing with need.

  “May I?” Rose asked, her gaze on his cock.

  “You damned well better,” he answered.

  Nathan closed his eyes as her delicate, wet lips kissed the tip of his cock. She slid her warm mouth over the tip, devouring his manhood as she gently caressed his balls. Nathan grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding her head back and forth. He heard her gag once, but continued to face-fuck her. She felt so damned good. Besides, if she wanted to stop, all she had to do was signal him. He’d never force her to do anything she didn’t want. Fearing he’d lose control too soon, he pulled away from her, pleased by her whimper of despair.

  “I want you on your stomach and on that bed,” he commanded, smiling at the way she hurried to do his bidding. In this position, he could fully appreciate her small, tight ass, still slightly marked from his ministrations of last night. He knew she’d let him spank her again but had no desire to bruise her. Instead, he’d torture her slowly.

  Easing himself on top of her, he slid his cock between her ass cheeks, his chest on her back. She bucked against him, obviously anxious for him to enter her.

  “Not so fast, dear one. You need to learn patience. You’re mine and I will do with you as I please and when I please,” he whispered.

  He felt a wave a passion for this woman as he heard a guttural sound deep in her throat.

  “What do you have to say about that?” he asked.

  “I am yours, Sir. Use me as you wish,” she answered breathily.

  Nathan chuckled. Perhaps she deserved a reward for such a lovely answer.

  With maddening slowness, he gently eased his cock into her moist pussy. She tightened her muscles around his length and Nathan had to grind his teeth to keep from exploding right then. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage, her skin soft and supple beneath his hands. He grinned when he heard the low moan.

  “Good?” he asked.

  “Miraculous,” she answered.

  Nathan chuckled as he continued to work the tight muscles of her neck and shoulders, gently rocking his hips back and forth, giving her tunnel a slow massage as well. He bent down, tasting her flesh, nibbling her ear.

  “Who are you?” he whispered.

  “I am yours, Sir,” she murmured.

  “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

  “Whatever you like.”

  Without warning her, Nathan pulled out and flipped her over onto her back. He pushed her legs apart, delighted by her small gasp of surprise. Positioning himself between her splayed legs, he entered her. He looked into Rose’s mesmerising green eyes and saw his own passion reflected.

  Rolling both of her nipples between his fingers, he said, “That’s right. Whatever I like. And right now, I will make love to you. I will love you and play with you and kiss every part of you. I will hold you and touch you. I will make you come until you beg me
to stop. And when I am finished, you know what you will do?”

  “What will I do, my Lord?” she asked breathily.

  “You will lie in my arms and sleep,” he promised, leaning down to gently kiss her sweet, warm mouth. “You are mine.”

  Chapter Three

  Water Moccasin White—A blend of Vidal and Seyval grapes named after the deadly water snake, this seemingly innocent white carries a punch of full-bodied flavours of peach and vanilla with a lingering ‘afterbite’ of pear.

  “Nathan!” Vince shouted.

  “Hey, man,” Nathan returned his friend’s greeting.

  Without bothering to ask, Vince reached into the cooler beneath the bar, opened two bottles of beer and slid onto the bar stool next to Nathan.

  “Thanks,” Nathan said as he took a swig of the cold brew. “Got a situation, Vince. Could use some advice.”

  “Shoot.”

  He and Vincent had grown up as neighbours and best friends in the Italian Hill district of St. Louis. Vince and his wife, Joe, now lived in that same neighbourhood with their son, Cain. Nathan knew he could tell Vince anything. Hell, they’d had each other’s backs since they were five years old.

  “Did a little snooping around in Rose’s past,” he admitted.

  Vince whistled through his teeth. “Brave man to go behind a red-head’s back. What brought that on?”

  Nathan explained about the letter Rose had received but refused to read.

  “Seems her father has been trying to find her for quite some time now, but she doesn’t want anything to do with him. Can’t say as I blame her. She had a tough childhood that he could have made easier,” he elaborated.

  “How tough?” Vince asked.

  “Tough enough. I knew she and her mom were living in North St. Louis when her mom died, but she wouldn’t tell me much more than that. Turns out, her mom had a rap sheet as long as my arm.”