While I administered the paddle, I began suspecting the truth. Monroe establishing her limits now makes sense. She craves more pain than I'm comfortable with. Monroe understands how dangerous this could be for her in the wrong hands.

I smooth her hair away from the damp skin of her forehead. This time, my kiss is gentle. I take her mouth in apology, though I doubt she understands. I pull away and trail my fingers along her cheek and jaw. "We are finished."

"No, Sir, ...