“Get up!” he roared. His voice was fierce, but in deference for the nighttime hour, he was not as sharp with me as he might have been. I can’t say I’d been as cautious with my own shrieks and cries.
“I can’t,” I wailed. Tears that had been held back were spilling from my eyes in a steady stream.
“Up, wench, you’re not done yet.”
He sounded fierce, but he also sounded sincere like an angry father, admonishing a straying child.
“I’m so sorry, my love, I’ll never …” I tried.
“I’ll hear your promises later,” he returned. “Now, if you don’t want this to go on all night, you’d better get to your feet and let me have your ass.”
By then, my bottom wasn’t screaming at me anymore. In fact, the warmth of the blaze diminished to a sensuous glow of heat. If only … I thought to myself. If o
