Come Monday by Mari Carr

waved him off with a soft laugh. “I’m the oldest of seven, Will. Believe me, there’s very little I can’t do for myself.”
    He didn’t share her mirth. “That isn’t the point. When you’re with me, I’ll take care of you.”
    Her smile dimmed in the face of his seriousness. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I’m just used to looking out for myself.”
    He gave her a grin and walked closer, trapping her between him and the open car door. “That isn’t a good enough excuse. After all, I opened your door for you back at the pub. I think perhaps you should be punished for your transgression.”
    “Punished?” she whispered. He watched her face very closely, fully prepared to back off the moment he sensed she was afraid. His cock went into full alert when her face betrayed not fear, but excitement.
    “You were a bad girl and correction is required.” She placed her hand on the car to steady herself and he was treated to a quick glance of her nipples as they tightened beneath her loose-fitting blouse.
    “Give me your panties,” he commanded.
    “What?” she asked.
    “I don’t ask twice, Keira. Take off your panties and hand them to me. Now.” She glanced around the dark parking lot and he realized her hesitance wasn’t based on disbelief, but rather concern at being seen.
    “No one can see you. You’re perfectly shielded between me and the door. Even if that weren’t the case, I would expect you to obey. You have five seconds to comply or I’ll add another punishment.”
    She quickly—and with surprising efficiency—pushed her panties down. She bent slightly to pull them over her shoes before rising to give them to him.
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    He took them, his chest tightening to discover them damp. “So wet,” he murmured, leaning closer to her. She closed her eyes and he knew she expected him to kiss her. He grinned at her sweet innocence. “I’m going to expect a taste of you before the meal is over.”
    Her eyes flew open. “A taste?”
    He lifted her panties to his nose and inhaled. “You smell delicious.” She blushed at his words, watching as he tucked the delicate lace into his sports coat pocket.
    “Come. Let’s go get something to eat. I’m starving.” He gripped her hand and led her to the restaurant. The hostess smiled when she saw him and immediately directed them to the table he’d requested.
    In addition to owning the restaurant, his friends, Kent and Jessica, lived a D/s lifestyle. Keira took in the dimly lit, romantic atmosphere as they walked to their table.
    The restaurant was designed with lovers in mind and most of the tables were filled with couples sitting close, talking quietly.
    The hostess took them to a private round table in the corner before returning to her station. Keira started to sit down, but Will stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Pull your skirt up as you sit. I want your bare bottom on that seat.” For just a moment, she looked like she wanted to protest his demand and he wondered if she would balk. Again she took in the surroundings then turned, smiled sweetly at him, and did as he commanded with more grace than he’d ever seen. Jesus.
    She was a natural submissive.
    He quickly took the seat next to her, anxious to hide the truth of her power over him. His cock was threatening to rip through the fabric of his dress slacks.
    “I have to admit this feels very strange,” she said once they were both seated.
    “And yet there you sit. Why?”
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    “Why?” she asked, no doubt surprised he would question her obedience. “I was hoping you could tell me why.”
    He smiled, reaching over to grasp her hand. “You are an incredible woman, Keira.
    Trusting, intelligent, lovely. I can’t tell you how lucky I feel to be sitting here right now.”
    “I was sort of thinking the same thing. Not about me,” she added quickly, with a laugh, “but about you. You make me feel things, want to do things I’ve never—”
    “Let’s not question it