Rod of Correction_ Taken and Tamed(22)

She turned back to attend to her meal, but was easily distracted again by their antics. Instead of letting her incur another punishment for not eating her breakfast, Rod solved the problem in a most pleasant manner by simply lifting her onto his lap and feeding her himself. She didn’t even seem to notice, but opened her mouth like a little bird when he told her.

It was a long, leisurely meal, one that both of them thoroughly enjoyed, although Rod probably for different reasons than Sunny. He was very happy that he’d gotten her to eat the majority of a big breakfast. He knew from one of their mutual friends that she had been anorexic in high school and part of college, although she had recovered. She was still too thin for his tastes; when he stretched out over her, he worried she was going to break. He wasn’t going to have any of that not-eating crap on his watch.

He liked that she seemed much more relaxed with him than she had been last night. He was still somewhat stunned by the turn of events – not that he wasn’t glad about it, but it had turned out better than anything he could have fantasized. In his mind, he had run her through them all, almost from the moment they’d met, but the reality certainly was a hell of a lot more exciting!





Chapter VI

Rod was just about ready to call breakfast good. But he had other things on his mind, too. He helped Sunny off his lap and told her to bend over and touch her toes.

She was a fast learner – sometimes – and realized that putting up a fight probably wasn’t the best idea, considering the condition her hind end was already in. So, adorned with her usual beet-red blush around him, she did as he bade.

“Good girl,” he murmured, recognizing just how hard it must be for her to do that, although he wouldn’t have hesitated to give her behind a second tanning – just as bad as the first – if she had refused.

She was so small, especially in comparison to him – not sickly and ultra thin, just fine boned. Her delicacy pleased him, although he knew she was really hard as steel. He thought it must have been difficult to always have to be that way as a businesswoman. In his experience, most women had a softer side, one that, as career women, he’d found they had to lock away in order to succeed.

“Do you like other animals as much as you like the birds?” he asked, just out of curiosity.

“All of them, although I don’t own any, because it wouldn’t be fair to the dog or cat or horse or whatever, Sir.”

He nodded, having reached the same conclusion himself.

“Your skin is so soft,” he marveled, trailing his fingertips down the groove of her spine, all the way to the top of her cleft. The birds, having breakfasted with them, had left to their own pursuits, and in the silence he could hear the way she sucked in her breath when he arrived there – in anticipation, no doubt, of what he might subject her to.

It ended up being something that wasn’t too horrible, she guessed, if there had only been one instance of it. He had pressed himself – his rock hard maleness – up into her quim, withdrawing it triumphantly, covered in her slick juices.

“Are you always like this?” he asked.

Sunny laughed nervously, her eyes flittering to his and then quickly away. “No, Sir.”

“Ahhh. Must be the fresh country air.”

Not wanting to contribute to his ego, which didn’t need any help as far as she could tell, she didn’t bother correcting him.

This was just the first of many such inspections he conducted, whenever the mood struck him, for the rest of her time with him. In the middle of lunch, while they were watching a gold mine of H+ episodes. In his cozy den, curled up on the big overstuffed couch – over which she’d already been draped once – and at the end of what constituted dinner, which was leftover pizza and party food from the night before.

“I won’t always let you eat like this, you know.” He had prohibited her from feeding herself entirely, as he’d found he enjoyed the process so much, and it allowed him to make sure she ate in sufficient quantities, and – usually – not junk food, but this was an unusual situation.

Sunny had caught his occasional references to the idea that this wasn’t just a weekend lost in time. Despite how much she was enjoying it, she wasn’t at all sure that she wanted to commit to more, because she knew that she’d then be taking on someone who would be at least as demanding as her job, and she wasn’t sure she could do it, even for this . . . for him. It was hard enough not to run into his study and try to find his safe when she thought he wasn’t looking, but he always was looking at her, watching out for her, making sure she was comfortable and had everything she wanted or needed.