streets of Afghanistan ten years
ago. She’d been a frightened child dressed in rags, orphaned and hungry. She’d
looked at him with eyes that spoke volumes. She’d seen horrors no human should
see, let alone a kid. In that moment they’d connected and he knew he had to get
her out. Despite protocol, he’d finally succeeded in securing a visa. Layla’d
spent the last eight years living with his mom, becoming a normal American
teenager, but deep down he knew her scars would never heal.
He switched off his computer and walked over to the couch. “Miss
you too, kiddo.” He sat down and slid an arm around her.
She melted into his embrace and he choked back tears. She
was safe and happy but it killed him to know she would never forget her past.
After a few minutes she pulled away and sniffed. “So.
Dinner.”
Joshua tugged her ponytail. “Is Mom making meatloaf?”
“Nope. Some healthy crap.” She wrinkled her nose.
He mimicked her gesture. “Gross.”
“Yeah, I was hoping we could grab pizza on the way over.”
Her face lit up and her eyes widened expectantly.
When she looked this carefree, he couldn’t resist. His
family’s happiness was the most important thing to him. “Sure thing. Let me go
grab my jacket. Why don’t you choose a movie to take over too?”
She bolted into the den while Joshua went into the bedroom
and picked up his wallet and keys. An evening with his family was exactly what
he needed. His dad had died during the first Iraq war. It was part of the
reason Joshua had joined. When he signed his first big contract, he’d bought a
huge house for his mom and Layla.
He took care of the people he loved.
Layla shouted from the hallway, “Come on, slowpoke. We’ve
got pizza to eat!”
“Coming.” He wondered what Ruby was doing. Would she enjoy
pizza and a movie with his family?
He shook his head. Dangerous thinking. He barely knew the
woman. Yet the thought wormed its way into his heart and loosened the iron band
wrapped around it.
Sexual frustration was screwing with his emotions. It was
definitely time to move things to the next level.
* * * * *
Two days later, Ruby received a package. The delivery guy
handed it to her before saying, “Be ready at eight.”
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She knew Joshua had
sent it. It was the first contact she’d had from him and nerves and excitement
made her hands shake.
The box was wrapped in lavender-colored paper and tied with
a delicate white bow. As she took it upstairs, she caught a hint of flowers.
She lifted the gift and inhaled. The wrap was scented with real lavender.
Nice touch.
Ruby tore off the packaging and moved aside the decorative
tissue. Inside sat a leather skirt and tight bustier, topped off with some sexy
stiletto heels and a lacy bra and thong. The clothes were well made, exquisite
quality.
She couldn’t believe it. Two days later and her senses still
reeled from the mind-blowing orgasm.
Her ass was still sore from his brutal spanking.
She smiled. Brutal, yes, and completely needed. She’d wanted
a Dominant who took control, who used her as much as she wanted to be used.
Joshua had done that. He’d taken what he desired and in turn
given her what she needed.
She wasn’t under any illusions. Her time with him would be
brief and intense, but the hours they’d spent together convinced her she needed
to take a leap of faith. Just this once, otherwise she’d never know what a true
Dominant could be.
Dressed and ready by 7:50, she locked the store and waited
on the sidewalk. She shifted, tried to expend some nervous energy. What did
Joshua have planned? Despite the clawing need, she wanted to go slow. She
couldn’t be thrown in at the BDSM deep end. Her emotions were too fragile. She
needed to separate the physical and the emotional. Would he understand that?
He’d called himself a hard taskmaster. The words made her
pussy throb but fantasy and reality were different. Although dreams of a
hardcore
ago. She’d been a frightened child dressed in rags, orphaned and hungry. She’d
looked at him with eyes that spoke volumes. She’d seen horrors no human should
see, let alone a kid. In that moment they’d connected and he knew he had to get
her out. Despite protocol, he’d finally succeeded in securing a visa. Layla’d
spent the last eight years living with his mom, becoming a normal American
teenager, but deep down he knew her scars would never heal.
He switched off his computer and walked over to the couch. “Miss
you too, kiddo.” He sat down and slid an arm around her.
She melted into his embrace and he choked back tears. She
was safe and happy but it killed him to know she would never forget her past.
After a few minutes she pulled away and sniffed. “So.
Dinner.”
Joshua tugged her ponytail. “Is Mom making meatloaf?”
“Nope. Some healthy crap.” She wrinkled her nose.
He mimicked her gesture. “Gross.”
“Yeah, I was hoping we could grab pizza on the way over.”
Her face lit up and her eyes widened expectantly.
When she looked this carefree, he couldn’t resist. His
family’s happiness was the most important thing to him. “Sure thing. Let me go
grab my jacket. Why don’t you choose a movie to take over too?”
She bolted into the den while Joshua went into the bedroom
and picked up his wallet and keys. An evening with his family was exactly what
he needed. His dad had died during the first Iraq war. It was part of the
reason Joshua had joined. When he signed his first big contract, he’d bought a
huge house for his mom and Layla.
He took care of the people he loved.
Layla shouted from the hallway, “Come on, slowpoke. We’ve
got pizza to eat!”
“Coming.” He wondered what Ruby was doing. Would she enjoy
pizza and a movie with his family?
He shook his head. Dangerous thinking. He barely knew the
woman. Yet the thought wormed its way into his heart and loosened the iron band
wrapped around it.
Sexual frustration was screwing with his emotions. It was
definitely time to move things to the next level.
* * * * *
Two days later, Ruby received a package. The delivery guy
handed it to her before saying, “Be ready at eight.”
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She knew Joshua had
sent it. It was the first contact she’d had from him and nerves and excitement
made her hands shake.
The box was wrapped in lavender-colored paper and tied with
a delicate white bow. As she took it upstairs, she caught a hint of flowers.
She lifted the gift and inhaled. The wrap was scented with real lavender.
Nice touch.
Ruby tore off the packaging and moved aside the decorative
tissue. Inside sat a leather skirt and tight bustier, topped off with some sexy
stiletto heels and a lacy bra and thong. The clothes were well made, exquisite
quality.
She couldn’t believe it. Two days later and her senses still
reeled from the mind-blowing orgasm.
Her ass was still sore from his brutal spanking.
She smiled. Brutal, yes, and completely needed. She’d wanted
a Dominant who took control, who used her as much as she wanted to be used.
Joshua had done that. He’d taken what he desired and in turn
given her what she needed.
She wasn’t under any illusions. Her time with him would be
brief and intense, but the hours they’d spent together convinced her she needed
to take a leap of faith. Just this once, otherwise she’d never know what a true
Dominant could be.
Dressed and ready by 7:50, she locked the store and waited
on the sidewalk. She shifted, tried to expend some nervous energy. What did
Joshua have planned? Despite the clawing need, she wanted to go slow. She
couldn’t be thrown in at the BDSM deep end. Her emotions were too fragile. She
needed to separate the physical and the emotional. Would he understand that?
He’d called himself a hard taskmaster. The words made her
pussy throb but fantasy and reality were different. Although dreams of a
hardcore
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