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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.
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Edward sighed as he looked through the diapers. Huggies... some weird generic diaper... adult diapers... He rolled his eyes. What was the difference?

Eyes followed Edward's movements, and the large man 'talking' on the phone hung up. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown, and his hair was a surprising wispy red. He was large, with broad shoulders and a small waist. He wore a sharp suit, strongly out of place in the rows of diapers.

Death rolled his eyes. Yes. he was being followed... and not very well... but he'd wait for the man to make his move.

He didn't have to wait long. The man came over to him in an almost casual manner. "Death." He said, his voice a rich baritone.

"Are you threatening me?" Edward quirked a brow, faking ignorance.

The man rolled his eyes, "Let's try this again. I'm looking for Ted Forrester's alter ego."

"Ted Forrester?"

The man just glared, obviously waiting for what he thought was the correct answer.

"I'm... sorry. I do not know a Ted Forrester." Edward grabbed a thing of Huggies diapers, heading down the isle.

The man followed him, "You do however, know an Arian-"

In a flash Edward had the man by his throat, the look in his eyes beyond cold. "Don't even." He squeezed. It'd be so simple... tightening his grip a bit further and pull...

The man choked, his face slowly reddening. He shook his head as much as he could, trying to speak.

Edward loosened his grip enough that the man could talk. "Let me make this clear... come near my family and I will make sure that you suffer. Greatly. You would long for death... beg for it... and I'll just smile..."

He swallowed, looking at Edward with something close to fear or respect, "I won't," He cleared his throat, "Come near your family on one condition."

"You will not even think of it." Edward's fingers tightened slightly.

The man shook his head, "One condition."

"I could always just rip out your throat...."

His eyes widened, "No!"

Edward pulled the other man closer. "I want to... do you know that? I'd love to...."

"I have something more challenging." The man rasped, definite fear showing in his brown eyes.

"Do you? But you're right here... and sweating..."

"You'd be paid for this job... Well-paid."

"I don't do this for Money... I've no need." Indeed, Edward was very well off... without this job.

The man shut his eyes, "Listen to my offer before you do anything stupid."

"Like you?" Death tsked. "Approaching me here? Very stupid..."

"Perhaps I should ask your wife..." The end of the man's sentence ended in a gargle as Death clenched his fingers.

He struggled not to simply tear the man's throat out. "Finish. Now."

"Not here." The man managed, glancing around the isle.

"You've made the decision by approaching me here..."

The man tried to clear his throat, and failed.

Death watched, disinterested.

"Belle Morte is coming to St. Louis." The man finally rasped, "She needs to be disposed of."

"Why?"

"That is none of your concern."

Edward rolled his eyes. "I'm getting bored."

"We need you to take her down, Death." The man swallowed, "You'd be paid, everything would be anonymous. Take the job, or your family gets a visit."

"And yours? Who's your Master? Perhaps I'll visit them..."

The man shook his head, pulling himself free of Edward's grip. He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, and held it out to Death, "This is the only number you will need for this job. Call tomorrow with your answer, or there will be consequences."

Edward pocketed the number before grabbing the wallet that was sticking out of the man's pocket. "For this... you'll buy the diapers." And with that, he pulled a wad of cash from the wallet, reading the name Marcus James before tossing it against the man's chest. "By the way... your following technique? Sucks."

Marcus rolled his eyes, catching the wallet easily. "Your attitude sucks as well, Death. Best leave that alone until the phone call." He tucked away his wallet, turning away from Edward and moving down the isle.

Something welled in Death... and had he been a vampire or were... the man would have been dead. Very dead. Death however, consoled himself with one fact. He'd kill Marcus James... soon... and he'd enjoy the hunt.

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Richard glanced over at Grace. She'd been nearly frigid in her temperament towards him since the Lupanar. He sighed, leaning back against the couch. Who knew that one word could cause so much trouble?

Grace sighed as she scrubbed at the counter. She still had dishes to finish.... but... The phone ringing interrupted her thoughts.

"Richard? Can you get that please?"

Richard nodded, standing. "Sure, Love." He moved over to the phone, and picked it up, "Hello?"

"Hullo, is Grace available, Richard?"

Richard blinked, "Yes, hold on for a second." He covered the mouthpiece of the phone, turning to look at Grace, "Love, it's your father."

"Just a second. I need to dry my hands off."

She glanced at him over her shoulder.

He offered her a small smile before removing his hand from the mouthpiece, "She'll be ready momentarily."

"You aren't gonna put me on hold, are ya?"

Richard bit back a sigh, "No, sir, I'm not going to put you on hold."

"It's Bob, none of that 'sir' nonsense."

Grace sighed as she wiped her hands on the towel, making her way over to her lover before she put said towel over her shoulder. "Thanks."

Richard nodded, handing her the phone, "You're welcome."

"Pa?"

"Grace, mi'girlie! How are ya?"

"I'm fine." She smiled, tucking the phone between her ear and shoulder. "How're things at home?"

"Great, but yer old Mum's found herself a new song. Inappropriate lyrics, it's got."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, some 'Save a cow, ride a horse-boy' or somethin'."

Grace laughed, covering her mouth. "It's, "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy, Pa." She moved into the kitchen, starting to scrub the counter again.

Richard leaned against the wall, slipping his hands in his pockets and watching Grace. Her accent was getting thicker, and she'd called Tennessee 'home'. This wasn't home to her? He bit his lip. Saturday. They'd figure it out Saturday.

"Meh, it's got some dirty lyrics, it does." Bob snorted, "Dunno why she listens to it."

Grace shook her head. "It's a girl thing, Pa. Mostly those city slicker girls like it. I know a lot of my students go crazy over it."

Bob sighed, "Mi'girlie... Grace, yer mum and I have decided somethin'. We know you just visited, but we want yeh to come home."

Richard shut his eyes, tempted to disconnect the phone. Please, God, tell him he'd heard that wrong...

"Pa..." She lowered her head. "Is something wrong?"

"Nah... We're jus' worried about yeh, with you living so far away and all, we hardly hear from yeh... Besides, when yer livin' in sin, things happen that yeh may not want."

She stilled. "Pa..." Darn it! Grace swallowed. "I'm fine. Promise." Except for the fact that I might be pregnant... and Richard's...

"Nothin's happenin' out there that's even givin' you the tiniest inklin' to come home? Even for a lil' while? We don't want yeh hurt, mi'girl. If yeh settled down, this wouldn't be an problem, but yeh haven't..."

"Pa... I'm fine. St. Louis is great... Maybe... you and Ma could come up here..."

"Now yeh know we don't like the big cities. They've always been yer cuppa tea, not ours."

Richard opened his eyes. She'd go home, and leave him again. Judging by the way this conversation was going, maybe forever. He bit his lip. Should he ask? Even without the ring, it'd be better than nothing... But then she might think he was just asking to make her stay...

"Maybe for Thanksgiving break, okay?"

Bob sighed again, "Alrigh'... Thanksgivin' break."

"Pa... if I come... I'm asking Richard to come too." Grace bit her lip hard. They might be... something right now... but it hurt... literally... to be away from him.

"Yer... Gonna bring yer... lover with yeh?"

"I love Richard, Pa."

"It's sin, Grace! Yer jus'..."

Richard let go of his lip, meeting Grace's gaze. Thank God. She still loved him... He could live through a trip to Tennessee for that.

"Pa!" Her green eyes were troubled. "If it bothers you... we won't sleep in the same room... but I love him... like Ma loves you... and if that's sin, so be it. Devil take me."

Richard moved over to her, resting a tentative hand on her hip.

"But yer my lil' girl, Grace... I don't want yeh hurt."

"Richard won't hurt me... not on purpose." She sniffed, leaning into him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Yeh aren't married, Grace. There's always a chance..."

"I know that, Pa!" She squeezed her eyes shut.

"I know yeh know, Grace! Yer walkin' into trouble, that's all I can see."

Grace swallowed, cursing as her eyes over flowed.

Richard turned her in his arms, hugging her to him.

"Grace... I gotta go, but I'll call yeh back later. This conversation isn't finished."

"Alright." She sniffed. "Love you, Pa."

"Love yeh too, mi'girl." The phone line clicked and died.

Grace rested her face against Richard's shoulder. Darn it... she didn't want to cry...

Richard raised a hand, smoothing it over her hair. "I love you."

She sniffed again, nodding as she hung up.

He bit his lip, settling for just holding her.

"Sorry..."

He shook his head, kissing her temple again, "Don't be."

"He... Pa's just..."

"Worried about you?"

She shrugged. "You must have heard..."

He nodded, "I did."

Grace swallowed. "I... should finish cleaning..."

He sighed, unwilling to let her go, "I suppose."

"Richard?"

"Yeah?"

"What's... what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just been thinking lately, that's all."

"Dangerous..."She blinked open her eyes, brushing her lips over his.

He smiled slightly, brushing his lips back over hers, "Mm... I'll risk it."

She reached up, tugging out his ponytail.

His lips twitched as she tossed the tie on the counter, "I do love you, you know." He looked back down at her, "Nothing's ever going to change that."

"I know." She smiled. "I feel the same.'

He brushed his lips over hers in answer.

She shivered, nipping his lower lip. "Want to sin? In the kitchen?"

He smiled, kissing the corner of her mouth, "Mm... sounds good."

She pressed against him, sliding a hand down his chest.

He swallowed, his muscles bunching under her hand.

Grace tugged his shirt free of his jeans. "Hmm...."

"Hmm?" Richard quirked a brow, slipping a hand into the back pocket of her well-worn jeans.

Her bottom tightened under his hand. "Thinking..."

"Ah... dangerous." He smiled, lowering his head to kiss her neck.

She shivered, her head falling to the side. "Richard... I want..."

He nipped at her neck, soothing the spot with his tongue.

She pressed against him again, heat pulling in her tummy.

He pressed back against her, pulling the red spot into his mouth.

Her breathing hitched, and she slid her hand into his t-shirt.

He swallowed, letting the spot go. "Where in the kitchen, Love?"

"I... You... you pick." Her thumb slid over his nipple.

"God... Grace..." He shifted against her, "I don't care... just want you."

"Counter?" She nipped his jaw.

He shivered, nodding, "Mm...alright."

She pushed his shirt up. "Help me get this off..."

He pulled back, tugging it off himself.

She licked her lips, running her hands over the smooth skin.

He swallowed, his pants tightening.

"Rich..."

"Mm?" He met her gaze, his own eyes dark with arousal.

She shook her head. She'd bug him about his weight later... for now... She brushed her lips over his.

He nipped at her lower lip gently, his hands slipping into her shirt. She'd had something to say... But he'd ask later.

Grace whimpered, her fingers kneading as his chest.

He swallowed, his hands easing around her back as he parted her lips with his.

She met his tongue with hers, pressing against his hardness.

He moaned softly, his eyes sliding shut. He pressed back against her, working her bra clasp open with his fingers.

She felt the two small hooks come free and shrugged, the straps falling down her arms beneath her shirt. "Off…”

He slipped his hands from her shirt, pulling it off her easily.

She tossed her bra on the kitchen table. "This kitchen is cold..."

Richard quirked a brow, pulling her to him, "I hadn't noticed."

"That's cause you're all big..." She shivered.

He kissed her neck, biting down gently. "Mm?"

Grace whimpered, her hands meeting the fly of his pants.

He groaned against her skin as her fingers brushed him through the pants. He pulled back from her neck, kissing the slightly red bite, "Mm... Gracie..."

Her fingers worked at his belt as she shivered again. "Richard..."

His hands fell to help hers, "Mm?"

"Want you..."

He pulled the belt free of his pants, kissing the corner of her mouth, his fingers freeing the button on his fly. "Want you too..."

She slid down his zipper, biting her lip as he sprang free of his pants. "Bare?"

He swallowed, "I need to do laundry."

She blinked. "I... I'll do some... later..." She bit her lip, letting her hand brush him.

"Gracie..." He shifted, pressing into her hand and nipping at her jaw.

She moaned, letting her hand grip him.

He took in a shaky breath, moving his hands to the button on her pants.

She nipped his jaw, before kissing down his throat and pushing his pants down.

He shut his eyes, his fingers pausing on her fly.

She sucked his pulse into her mouth.

He undid her pants, easing his hand into her panties.

She stilled as his hand caressed, then bit down slightly on his skin.

His eyes opened, and he moaned, "Gracie... you...that's... Mm..." His fingers found her clitoris, stroking it with lightly callused fingertips.

She gave a small shriek, pressing against his hand.

He pinched it gently, his other hand pushing her pants down her hips.

"Richard..." She moaned his name, stroking his length idly.

He bit his lip, slipping his other hand into her pants to cup her bum. "Mm?"

"I... want... need..." She pressed into his hands as she stroked him.

He pushed closer to her, his hand sliding past her bum to tease her entrance from behind.

She cried out again, her knees nearly giving out. "Please..."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, his fingertips easing into her. "Alright."

She let go of his member, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

He pushed his fingers inside her, his other hand teasing her sensitive nub.

She whimpered, rocking against his hands.

He tweaked the nub between his fingers, kissing down her jaw.

"Richard... Lord..."

He nipped gently, crooking his fingers inside of her, "Mm... Gracie..." He kissed the fading red mark left by his teeth.

She cried out, her body starting to tighten.

He moved his fingers within her, finally starting the thrusting movements that they would soon mimic.

She nipped at his neck, sucking at his pulse.

He swallowed, moving his fingers hard into her and pressing on her clitoris with his thumb.

She cried out, her hips jerking. Close... so close...

He pressed harder with his thumb, crooking his fingers again.

She came, her knees completely giving out as she clenched over and over.

He sank down to his knees with her, bracing her against his chest as her orgasm faded slowly.

Slowly she opened her eyes, not having realized they'd shut in the first place. "Mm..."

He smiled, pulling his fingers from her to clean them with his tongue.

She blinked at him, watching his tongue's slow movements. "I'm mush..."

He finished his fingers before answering, "Did my job right then."

Grace met his gaze as she slid her hand down his chest. "Please?"

His muscles bunched, and he shivered, "Hold on..."

Her brow furrowed. "To what? This?" Her long fingers wrapped around his member.

He moaned, "Gracie... condom... need?"

She stroked him. "Let me taste you? Just a little? Please?"

Richard shuddered, pressing into her hand, "Mm...alright..."

She scowled a bit at their position, then shrugged, pushing against his shoulders.

He let her push him back onto the cold tile floor, and he shivered slightly as his skin came into contact with it.

She smiled, brushing her lips over his before kissing down his chest.

His muscles tightened under her mouth, and he shut his eyes.

She nuzzled his member before by passing it, nipping at his inner thighs.

He bit his lip, a long moan escaping him. "Gracie..."

She smiled, sucking a spot into her mouth. "Mm?"

"I-" He moaned again, louder this time. Lord...

Grace moved up, licking along his length.

His hips bucked slightly, and he forced himself to stay still.

She kissed down again, her tongue laving at his sacs.

Richard groaned, his back arching, "Gracie..."

She licked along where his thigh met his body before he grabbed her suddenly.

"I need you, now." He growled softly, his lust-filled gaze meeting hers.

She blinked, swallowing. "Umm... kay... Condom?"

He swallowed, standing and pushing off his pants before moving to the cookie jar. He opened it, pulling a small plastic bag out. He nearly growled, ripping it open and pulling out a condom.

Grace bit her lip, pushing her hair back. "That... wasn't bad, was it?"

Richard shook his head, opening the condom and tugging it out of the package. "No...quite the opposite."

"Oh..." She blushed, pushing her pants off.

He pulled the condom on, swallowing as he watched her move.

"How're we...?"

"How do you want to?"

She shrugged, looking down. She preferred it when he took charge... but she wouldn't say so.

Richard nodded slowly, crouching next to her. He tilted her chin up to him with his fingers, brushing his lips over hers. He put a hand on her shoulder, easing her back onto her back, keeping their lips pressed together.

Grace blinked at him, shivering as her back met the cold tile, her lips parting.

His tongue slipped into her mouth, and he slid a hand between her thighs.

She shivered, her legs parting for him as she let her mouth mate with his.

He settled himself between her thighs, bracing his weight on his arms.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, sliding her hands into his hair.

He pressed against her entrance, and broke the kiss, "Ready?"

"Please..." Her green eyes were dark and pleading.

He pushed into her, his eyes shutting as he groaned.

She whimpered, tightening herself.

His eyes snapped open and he growled softly again, "God, Gracie..."

"Mmm?" She kissed his jaw.

He pulled himself almost completely out of her, thrusting back in a moment later, "Nothing..."

"Richard... ah..." She swallowed, her back arching.

He continued thrusting, urged by her moans.

Her hands slid down his back as she met his gaze, darkened with his passion.

He thrust in hard as her hands cupped his bum, pressing against her clitoris.

She whimpered, her hands gripping as she pressed her feet back against the tile.

"Gracie..." He moaned her name, tilting his hips as they moved.

"Richard..." She nipped at his lower lip.

He groaned, nipping back at her.

Her hips bucked against his.

Richard swallowed, grinding into her. "Gracie... I'm close..."

She whimpered again, managing a nod of agreement.

He shifted his hips, thrusting hard into her and hitting a spot inside her.

She cried out, near screaming at that, her nails digging into the tender flesh of his backside.

Richard groaned, his back arching slightly. God, he was close...

"Again... please... please..." She bit her lip.

He managed a small nod, pulling out and pushing hard inside her, hitting the spot with more force than before.

She panted and cried out again. "Than...thank you..."

"You're... welcome." He pressed against her clitoris as he thrust, "Gracie... I'm so close... Come for me?"

She whimpered, grinding herself against him as she bit her lip hard. She was... He shifted, pressing hard into her again and she came, her back arching, her hands gripping him.

His eyes shut, her climax pushing him to his own with a rough shout of her name.

She felt him fall onto her and slowly she came back to her senses, smoothing his hair.

He shivered, his nose pressing just under her ear. "I love you..."

"Mmm... Love you too..." She swallowed, shifting.

He pulled out of her slowly, opening his eyes and meeting her gaze.

She shivered. "What?"

He smiled slightly, "Nothing."

"No... what?" Her brow furrowed.

He kissed the furrows away, "Just thinking."

"Dangerous." She slid her hands over his back.

He smiled, leaning down and brushing a kiss over her lips, "I know, but I think I'll risk it."

She smiled back at him. "Richard?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm... sorta cold..."

He nodded, pushing himself onto his knees and pulling off the condom. He threw it away, and stood, crouching down to pick her up.

"Sorry..." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I can walk..."

His lips twitched, "I know, but this is far more enjoyable." He started towards the bedroom.

"Silly." She rested her head on his shoulder. "It is though... But I could carry you too."

"Mm..." He kissed her forehead, nudging the bedroom door open with his bare foot, "Now there's an image..."

She laughed. "Mmhmm..."

He stepped inside, kicking the door shut.

"Richard?"

He set her down on the bed, tilting his head to the side, "Love?"

"Sort of random... but can we get a dog?"

His lips quirked, "What kind of dog have you got in mind?"

She shrugged. "The kind with a tail?"

"I've got a tail."

"Well... I was thinking more than just full moon tail dogs..." She blushed. "Never mind."

He sat on the bed, "I'm sorry. Seriously Love, what kind of dog do you want? I'll see what I can do."

"Not an ankle biter... I hate those..." She bit her lip. "What kind would you like?"

He shrugged, "Jesse wasn't too bad, when he wasn't drooling in things. Or barking. I dunno, Love. I've never really thought about it."

"What was he? A Villa? I don't know... he was cute... well mannered... sorta." Grace rolled, resting her head in his lap.

He smoothed his hand over her hair, "Vila? Villa, vizsla, vissla..." He shrugged again, "I've got no idea. He wasn't a bad looking dog either. Maybe we can ask Aahz or something."

"Mm." She yawned. "Oh. Meant to ask..."

He brushed a red curl away from her face, curling it around his fingers, "Ask what?"

"You're losing weight... why?"

"Oh." He frowned slightly, moving his hand to carefully work out a small knot. "I don't know. I guess I haven't really been eating."

She sat up. "Richard!"

"What?" He blinked at her, eyes widening.

She smacked his chest. "You need to take care of yourself... Are you not liking what I'm cooking? Cause I can try different things..."

He rubbed the spot, wincing slightly, "Ow! It's not that. I love what you're cooking, I've just been thinking too much, that's all."

"Well... think less!" She frowned deeply. "You're fit... it's not like you have anything you can afford to lose... not even from that skinny butt..."

Richard sighed, "I know, Love. I'll take better care of myself." He caught her dubious gaze, "Promise."

"You'd better. You let my Ma see you like that and she be stuffin' you full of dumplings and gravy.... and-"

He watched her with a slight frown, "Love, your accent just got three times thicker. If it's this, then I'll go get something to eat now, but you shouldn't be that worried..."

She bit her lip again. "Sorry..."

"Don't be sorry. I'll be fine, Love. I promise."

"Yeah." She swallowed. "I should shower and get back to cleaning..."

He brushed a kiss over her lips, biting back a sigh, "Alright."

She blinked at him. "What?"

He shook his head, "I don't know. We haven't been spending much time together since the school year started, excluding times when we're asleep or otherwise involved."

"Oh... I... I figured you wan-"

He shook his head, "What I want is to be able to spend time with you. I can understand if you don't want that for awhile or somethin-"

"What? No... God..." She pressed her face to her knees. "We need to work on communicating with each other..."

He smiled slightly, pulling her to him, "Mmhmm... You're right."

She wrapped her arms around him, swallowing. "Hun?"

"Yeah?" He pressed a kiss to her temple, tugging her into his lap.

"Love you..."

"Love you too." He rested his head against hers.

"Did you want to check up on Melissa? I want to check on her family too..."

"Yeah. I want to see how she's doing... I'll talk to Joe at lunch tomorrow, and I can send Melissa down to the library during the day or something."

Grace smiled. "She talked about her sister the morning after... Pa... Paris..." Needless to say, her smile had died.

He pulled her a little tighter to him, "She seemed to be enjoying her time with Stephen and Jason."

"Mm. I sensed a bit of a crush.... though the poor girl likely got her first glimpse of nude man..."

"Makes me very glad I was behind you." He kissed her temple again, "Which one of them was it? Jason and his thong of might?"

She laughed softly. "I don't know."

He smiled slightly, "She was getting along quite well with Sylvie and Gwen too."

"Yup. She's sweet." Grace shifted in his lap.

"Once you get past her initial layer of attitude."

"And jealousy."

"And - Well, generally the first layer."

She smiled, pushing his hair back as she shifted in his lap again. "I'm going to grab a tissue..." She moved, leaning across his lap to snag the box from the nightstand.

"Okay..." He quirked a brow as she grabbed the box and sat up again.

She paused, then blew her nose with a loud honk.

His lips twitched, and he fought not to smile.

She glared at him jokingly. "Hush."

He widened his eyes innocently, "I'm hushed."

"Sure..." She stuck her tongue out at him before leaning across his lap to put the tissues back.

Richard tsked, shaking his head, "Now, now, Love. No need to stick out your tongue..." He smacked her bum in a teasing reprimand.

She jumped, squirming. "Richard!"

"What? It couldn't have hurt that much!" He leaned slightly, inspecting the already fading red mark.

"You know perfectly well!" Her breathing hitched and she tried looking at him.

He sat back up, quirking a brow, "Do I? I think I've forgotten..." The slow grin on his face said otherwise.

"Fine... let me sit up..."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her down in his lap, "Are you sure you want to do that?"

She shook her head after a moment.

"N...no."

He smiled, "I'm glad. Now, let me see if I remember right. Spanking does..."

She bit her lip, a shiver of anticipation racing down her spine. "You... you know..."

"Hmm..." His hand drifted down to cup her bum in his lap, fingers tapping on it idly, "I don't think I do, Love."

"Richard..." She pushed into his hand. "I..."

"You?" He tapped her bum in mock impatience.

"I... I think... I like... I like it..." She bit her lip again, harder than before.

He smiled, "Mm... Now I remember."

She blushed, ducking her head.

He shook his head slightly, "It's not a bad thing, Love. It's fine." He tapped again, waiting for her to lift her head and look at him.

She met his gaze, still red in the face.

He raised his other hand, cupping her face and tracing her blush gently, "I love you. That means all of you, including any fetishes you have." He smiled slightly, "Besides, I like exploring new possibilities..."

Grace swallowed, nodding. "Di... ditto."

******

End part…. Don’t worry, the spanking bit is explored later on. I know, it’s a cruel way to end.
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