“Slut. I’m a dirty-The sound of a hand hitting flesh was simultaneous with the shocking sting on her bottom. “Ow!”“You don’t think those nasty thoughts about my sumisita, Kimberly.”

“No. No, I don’t want my hands restrained.”“Yes. You do.”

“That’s an awful lot of littles, don’t you think?”“Perhaps.” He displayed his hand. “Big.” He set hers next to his, so small and delicate contrasted with his thick, blunt fingers. Why did holding her fragile hand raise every protective instinct he had?”

“If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode.”

“You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t care, Abby.”“I don’t.” She glared at him, so full of life she almost glowed.“You do.” He kissed the pouting lips lightly. “And I’m going to keep you.”

“Use your safe word if you get scared, honey.”“I’m fine.” Her voice came out husky.“Yes, you are, aren’t you?”

“Don’t bother to argue. We’re both going to have nightmares. You will be in my bed and in my arms when that happens.”