Breaking His Dancer

chapter six

He excused himself to the den where he immediately called his partner to update him on the situation. It was entirely possible that with him allowing her to stay there, he would be pulled off her case professionally, but it was worth it to keep her safe. And after that display of temper earlier, he was determined that he would have her in his bed before the week was out. The woman had far more fire in her than he had anticipated. And something about her strength coupled with her vulnerability made him long to possess her.

The phone call took some time. He gave his partner a detailed update on the case, and every bit of information he had on the phone call she had received. He assured his partner that he knew what he was doing, and that he was going to maintain a professional distance in this case. He could tell by the tone of voice his partner employed that he wasn't believed. But who could really blame him? The woman was absolutely beautiful. Stunning, perfection in every way. He was already half in love with her.

After finishing his update he went back into the living room to find that her son had fallen asleep with his head in her lap. She sat quietly stroking his hair as she watched him sleep. The love and adoration apparent in her eyes and demeanor made his heart clench. This is what he had been searching for his entire life. The love and simplicity of a family. He wanted someone to protect and care for and who would love him unconditionally in return. He fought the urge to smile, doing his best to keep his face stern. He approached her slowly and knelt in front of her, looking her straight in the eyes. “We still need to have that talk about earlier,” he whispered, not wanting to wake her son.

She looked down at Jeremy and back at Charles before nodding. She gestured down at her boy, and made to pick him up. Charles beat her to it, gently lifting the boy to carry him to the room that they would be staying in. Her heart fluttered lightly as she watched this man that she hardly knew lovingly tuck in her baby, gently surrounding him with blankets, before turning to her and smiling. They walked from the room, her heart beating in her throat, as she prepared her apology speech for him.

They reached the living room and he sat on the couch, looking at her pointedly. She stood in front of him, opening her mouth with an apology, when he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward. Before she could think she was face down over his knees, his huge arm braced across her back to keep her still, as he delivered four strong stinging swats to her bottom. Tears sprang to her eyes, she was almost certain that he had hit her hard enough to leave bruises.

The spanking was over before she had time to think. She rolled away from him quickly, her mind still struggling to process what had just happened to her. She, a grown woman, had just been bent over a practical strangers knee, and spanked like a child. Her mind told her that indignation should be her only reaction. Logic dictated that this is not how adults are treated, even if she did deserve it for slapping the only man trying to help her across the face. But there was no denying the dampness that pooled between her thighs, or the way her core throbbed with a bizarre and senseless need.

She opened her mouth once again to speak, but he cut her off. “I went lightly on you, because I know you're new to this. But next time you get the bright idea to hit me, I won't be so lenient.” He looked pointedly at her ass, which still throbbed, causing her to sit very gingerly on the cushion edge of the couch.

She opened her mouth and closed it several times, doing an excellent imitation of a fish. She longed to have a witty retort or sarcastic comeback, but her mind kept circling to the throb of need between her legs. Before she could stop to think, or control her own actions, she leaned forward and kissed him.

Charles eyes widened in shock. He had just spanked this woman, a woman he was certain had never engaged in anything even resembling b**m, and yet here she was kissing him with wild abandon. He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him, palming the tender cheeks of her bottom as he made her straddle him.

She gasped from the sting of him touching where he had just hit her, and deepened the kiss like a woman desperate for air and he was the only thing that could give it to her. She was taken over by a lust that she had never before experienced. And judging by the growing bulge she felt pressing against her core though her jeans, she was guessing he was too.

She moved to take off his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, but he stopped her. Hands gently holding her wrists, he pushed her back slightly so that he could look her in the eyes.

Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Here she was practically mauling the man who was trying to keep her and her son safe. A man she hardly knew. A man who was responsible for the sting in her cheeks that was sure to become a bruise by morning. “I’m sorry,” she breathed, fighting back the urge to cry. “I don't know what came over me.”

He reached up and gently cupped her face, the simple gesture nearly causing her to dissolve into tears on his lap. “Never be sorry for something like that, baby,” he said sincerely, still looking her in the eyes. “I want you, warm, writhing, and in my bed. But you've been through a lot of trauma, and you're vulnerable. When I take you to bed, and believe me when I say that I certainly will, it will be with you completely clear headed, and begging me for it.”

She was at a loss for words, it seemed for the millionth time tonight. When he had rejected her she had assumed that it was because he didn't want her. She didn't anticipate that it would be because he genuinely cared for her. Something in the way he touched her face, and in the way looked at her, broke a dam inside her. Shocking him with a wretched wail, she buried her face in his chest and cried her eyes out.

He held through all of it. Slowly rubbing circles in her back, offering her quiet words of comfort, squeezing her to him as tightly as he could. She cried shamelessly, the stress of the last few days compounding into this moment. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she was smearing mascara and tears all over his shirt, and that she should probably stop, but she no longer had the ability to think past the pain.

Her heart wrenching sobs tore at him. He squeezed her to him as tightly as he could, wishing he could take away her pain. But the most he could do was hold the poor woman as she cried her eyes out. He made no move to stop her, holding and petting her through all of it. Letting her cry until she was completely spent. When she finished he picked her up, and carried her towards the room she would be staying in.

She sniffled pathetically, and looked up at him. “Will you sleep in the room with Jeremy and I?”

How could he say no to her, when she was curled up in his arms like this? He nodded, pulling her closer to him once again, and kissed her forehead gently. He laid her in the bed next to her son, and climbed in beside her. Gently he rolled her on her stomach, tucked the covers around her, and rubbed circles in her back till he could hear her gentle snores. Settling in beside her, he drifted off to sleep himself, feeling content for the first time in a very long time.