Breaking His Dancer

Chapter Eight

Charles smiled at the sight of her napping on the couch. her face looked angelic as she lay there, the strain and terror of the last few days no longer evident. She needed the sleep for certain. Her week had been exhausting and difficult, and it was his intention to make her feel as safe and comfortable as possible. He couldn't help but wonder at the pull he felt for this woman. He had certainly been attracted to women before, and as a dom he had a natural protective instinct, but never had he felt this all consuming need to keep someone safe, to pull them close and shelter them from everything. The feeling was maddening, fascinating, and terrifying all at once. If there was one thing he knew though, it was that something like this deserved to be cherished and savored, and he fully intended to do all of those things.

He set Jeremy up in front of the tv in his guest room, offering him a handful of games to choose from, letting him choose between which console he wanted to play on. His excitement at getting to play the video games was palpable. Charles couldn't help but smile.

With Sammy napping, and Jeremy happily yelling at the bad guys on the tv, he took himself off to his office to get some work done. His office was decorated in warm wood tones. His huge cherry wood desk sat in the center of the room, a mess of papers scattered all over. He had several tall book shelves resting along the back wall, though he rarely bothered to touch the books. His laptop sat open in the center of his desk, with a corded phone sitting next to it.

First he called his partner and gave him an update on everything that had happened. He wanted to keep things as transparent with Sammy and the case as he could. He ommitted his attraction to her, and the spanking he had given her, but some things just didn't need to be said. He fully expected to be removed from her case at some point, but until then he would keep the line between personal and business firmly drawn in the presence of his partner.

He spent an hour or so working on paperwork for various cases. Trying to get himself ahead as much as possible. He didn't manage to pull himself from his work until Sammy appeared in the doorway, sleepy eyed and disheveled. He looked up and smiled at her rumpled appearance. How adorable could one girl get?

“Hey sweetie you hungry?” he asked.

“Im freaking starving. How long have I been asleep?”

“At least 3 hours. I've been in here working the whole time. And Jeremy has been playing video games in the guest room. I've got several different gaming stations”

She chuckled. “Be careful,soon you'll end up being his best friend”

He smiled “doesn't sound like much of a hardship to me. He's a good kid. Can't help but admire how great a job his mom did with him.”

She blushed, smiling widely. “He's my baby. And one of my favorite people. What were you thinking of for dinner? I'd be happy to cook something, it's the least I can do. Then we can discuss work schedules and such. I certainly can't afford to skip any more work. My clients will start to get upset here soon.”

“I ordered pizza again. I hope you don't mind, im not in the mood to cook, and your son was certainly game for some pizza”

She laughed. “He's always up for pizza. And i don't mind one bit. I just wish there was some way that we could repay you for all the help. This is the safest I've felt in weeks”

Taken aback by the sincerity in her voice he smiled. “There's no need to pay me back. Just be safe and take care of yourself. Now let's go get the table set up, and get some dinner in all of us. Then we can all watch a movie”.

She smiled, and turned to follow him into the kitchen. She could most definitely get used to this.

Hours later they sat in the living room watching a movie. Jeremy had fallen asleep on the couch, curled up in a corner. Sammy found herself snuggled up to Charles, nearly falling asleep on him herself. She felt secure, and comfortable. His arm was around her and he trailed lazy circles across her shoulder, making goose bumps pop up under the wake of his fingers. She glanced over at her son, sleeping soundly.

“I should get him moved to bed” she whispered

He smiled at her “I can move him. You stay comfortable here on the couch, I'll be back quickly”. He dissentangled himself from her and picked up her son gingerly. She smiled to herself as he walked off. How lucky was she to have found such a lovely man. Regardless of their strange circumstances, she was thoroughly enamored with him.

He returned shortly, and sat back down next to her on the couch. She laced her fingers with his and smiled up at him. Impulsively she leaned forward, intending to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. But the minute her lips brushed his, he pulled her into him to deepen the kiss. His tongue swept across her lips, demanding entrance. She opened for him on a breathless moan as he invaded her mouth, and her senses. She leaned into him eagerly, intoxicated by the musky and slightly sweet scent that was all him, and all man