Rod of Correction_ Taken and Tamed(18)

Considering the condition her bottom was already in, she didn’t want to think what would happen if she didn’t.





Chapter V



When he awoke, Rod immediately turned over, his heart half in his throat, wondering if she had chickened out and left him in the night. He wasn’t sure whether or not he’d put that past her, frankly, despite how far she’d come last night. It was a very unusual situation for someone like Sunny to find herself in, and as much as he’d known she’d enjoyed last night, he wasn’t at all sure that she wouldn’t have decided in the middle of the night that this submission thing was for the birds and dusted.

She was still there, curled up on herself, a slight ring of mascara under her eyes that looked even darker against her pale skin.

He couldn’t help himself. He turned onto his side to prop his head up on his hand and do something he’d never done with any other woman – watch her as she slept. Even asleep, she looked exhausted. He knew first hand just how hard she’d driven herself, and, as sexist as it sounded, he thought it must’ve been much harder to be an ambitious, overachieving female in this world than a man. Rod knew that, even now, they had to work twice as hard to be considered just as good as a man. The old boy network was alive and well, despite the rumors of its demise.

He bet it had been years – if not decades – since she’d taken a weekend completely off, and he instantly decided that this was going to be it. No cell phones, no computers, no demands on her at all – well, except for what he knew would be the never ending list of his own, of course.

He’d never felt so explosively sexual with anyone else, and still managed to blush just thinking about his thoroughly mortifying first performance. Hell, even the second time he took her was entirely too soon, and not according to his carefully laid plan, but he just couldn’t seem to get enough of her.

At that moment, of course, his own cell began to vibrate, and – just in case she was as light a sleeper as he was – he reached for it immediately and shut it off. He didn’t care if the world was going to end. He was going to keep whatever inevitable bad news his eager young assistant was calling about at bay – for the both of them – until Monday morning.

As a matter of fact, he actually hauled himself up, grabbed his phone and trotted downstairs – unabashedly naked – to the ornate box that had been locked, quite ceremoniously, last night, in which he kept his friends’ personal effects – which consisted of cell phones and keys – whenever they met at his house, because if he didn’t, their enjoyment of the evening would end up being continually interrupted. That did not go over well with Rod.

They’d been meeting once a month for much longer than Sunny had been attending the otherwise casual card games, and there had only once ever been such an occasion, and the caller had been more than justified in doing so. Most of them looked forward to those rare, uninterrupted hours, and that it no doubt the longest period that any of them ever went without being connected to work – first, with most of them – and then home, of course.

He found her iPhone easily – the case wasn’t some girlie pink and purple thing – it was a black phone in a black, rubbery case that looked like it would allow it to survive World War Three. He had the same exact phone and case himself, only his was red. Even before he picked it up, it was vibrating almost angrily.

Her keys were also not what one would expect; he’d noticed them as carefully as he did her when she’d put them in. Truth be told, he noticed everything about her, but tried to concentrate on smaller details others might miss. It was a trait that had served him well in life. There was a kubotan attached to it, which he was actually quite glad to see, a small flashlight, a small knockoff version of a Swiss Army knife, all held on a big, pink carabiner.

There was his girl! Practical, prepared and pink. That would be considered hot in any man’s book, as far as he was concerned.

He left the box right there, where it lived, then crossed the room to his study, where he located a dust covered stack of K-Tel CDs in one of the eight or so bookcases that lined the room and moved the entire stack, revealing a small safe, into which he placed her keys and still vibrating phone, as well as his own that was doing the same, closing the door on them both without so much as a second thought.

Straightening, he glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner – one of the few relics he still owned of his childhood. It was only about seven thirty. They had gotten to bed late, and she had more than earned the chance to sleep in, which he felt certain was something she didn’t do very often, either.