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She stiffened.Okay, she was definitely way out of her depth now.Her experience had pretty much been sex, missionary style.End of story.

"N-no."Her voice wavered.

He chuckled."Well, I like to keep a girl submissive during sex by plugging her ass.Do you think you can handle that, Dimples?"

Somehow, the name Dimples sounded like a challenge, and she'd never been one to back away when someone threw down the gauntlet.

"I can handle it."She might have sounded a tad defensive.

Rob chuckled again."Do you remember how to stop things?"

She wasn't going to frickin' safe word.Nope.She could do this, even if the erratic beat of her heart said her body believed differently.

He hadn't expected this.Not any of it.He never thought he'd be playing with his sweet, girl-next-door neighbor like this, nor had he expected his reaction to it—both physical and… otherwise.

She looked fucking gorgeous right now, her legs splayed open, her reddened ass lifted and presented to his hand as he massaged oil into her pretty little pucker.

He'd thought a girl like her would be scandalized by this whole scenario.Hell, he'd expected her to safeword thirty seconds into the play.This unexpected turn left him reeling.

In all his times playing Dom, he hadn't really been into the domestic discipline style of play.Well, because it wasn't really play.Or it was only half-play.Emotions got involved, and he didn't do emotions.He did simple pain-pleasure stuff.Dominance, dirty-talk and a good whipping to get her endorphins flowing.

But halfway through Kaitlyn's spanking, he'd realized she needed an emotional release after all the crap she'd been through that night.And to his surprise, he'd been willing to go there with her.He'd made the conscious decision to spank her to tears.And what do you know?He'd been more than ready to hold and comfort her through them afterward.In fact, he'd enjoyed it.It made him feel… strong.Capable.Whole again.

His scars always faded when he took on the Dom role.No,fadedwasn't the right word.They blended in.That wasn't it, either.When he was in Dom mode, his scars were just a part of him—a part that fit his role.They weren't a source of agony or pain.They didn't make him different or mark him for the ruined soldier he'd become.They just were… a part of him.With Kaitlyn, it went beyond even that.For the first time since the explosion, he knew his own power.He enjoyed dominating her, loved comforting her, wiping her tears—even though he was the one who'd made her cry.There was a high that came with domination—a euphoria from the exchange of power.Was it something about Kaitlyn's sweetness that made it so much stronger?

He'd expected a fight over the butt plug, even though he hoped he'd be able to convince her to comply.As it turned out, she arched her little ass right into his hand—alternately squeezing and releasing it as she got used to his touch.

He rubbed more oil on the tip of the plug and pressed it against her rosette.

She whimpered.

"Yield to me."

The muscles along her spine corded up and she balled the bedcovers up in her little fists.The tight ring of muscle relaxed, as it naturally should with light, steady pressure, and he eased the plug in.

She gasped, the backs of her thighs going rigid.He rubbed her clit with his other hand and her pelvic floor relaxed.The plug stretched her over the widest portion.

"Ooh—oh," she protested.

The plug seated fully.

"There.You are plugged.Do you know who you belong to?"He didn't know where that came from.He didn't "own" slaves.He didn't take long-term responsibility for anyone.Except his brothers in the Marine Corp.Many of whom he had not been able to save.

"You?"She almost whispered it.Her voice sounded husky, undeniably sexy.

"That's right.You belong to me.I can do whatever I want with you, can't I?"He wrapped a fist in her thick red hair, but didn't pull.It was just the threat of a hair pull.He rubbed his middle finger over her glossy slit, parting her, spreading her natural lubrication up to her swollen clit.

She bucked, arching and pushing into his hand.

"Do you want my cock?"

"Yes, please."

So.Fucking.Sweet.She saidplease.He could really grow fond of this girl.Hell, he already had.In fact, it went way beyond fond.He wanted to tie her to his bedpost and tell her she could never leave.

"Say it again."

She lifted her head."Wh-what?"