Free A Dom's Dilemma by Kathryn R. Blake

here.”
    “Thanks, George. I appreciate it,” Jim said, wrapping Kelly up before lifting her into his arms. “I’ll be sure to return the favor for you some day.” Pressing his lips near Kelly’s ear, he murmured, “Darlin’, don’t you think it’d be polite for you to thank Master George for all his kind attention?”
    Kelly turned, but Master George reached over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
    “You’re welcome, Miss Kelly. You did really well. Honestly.”
    She blushed, certain they’d had much more model submissives than she’d been, but said, “Thank you.” Then she glanced up at Jim who gave her a quick kiss and carried her back to the area where he’d held her before.
    “We’ll cuddle here for a bit and you relax. All right?”
    She nodded. Though Kelly still wasn’t happy about everything he’d made her do, she desperately needed her Dom’s gentle words of comfort and reassurance, which he was clearly willing to give. And the deep, soothing kisses he provided almost compensated for the embarrassment she’d suffered.
    “How’s your tummy? Everythin’ settlin’ down as it should?” he asked, gently rubbing her belly. She found the combination of his voice and fingers very relaxing.
    “Yes, Sir,” she answered sleepily, tucking her head under his chin as she enjoyed being held in his arms..
    “Why don’t you shut your eyes and rest for a bit, darlin’?” Master Jim suggested, shifting his magic fingers to her neck and shoulders.
    “I’m fine, Sir, she replied, liking the attention. And for the first time, without any fear or uncertainty churning in her stomach, Kelly took a good look at her Dom. Dark complexioned, as though he spent a lot of time in the sun, he had a strong, masculine face. His hair was short, except for his bangs, which occasionally slipped down into his eyes before he shrugged or pushed them back.
    Under this lighting, which was softer and more intimate than the lights at the chaining station, his hair gleamed a medium golden brown, like mahogany with gold streaks. Though similar in color, his eyes appeared darker and richer than his hair, which, she noticed, was beginning to sprout a few gray hairs near his temples.
    He was a large man, near 6’6” or a little taller, and she expected he weighed around 230 or so. Firmly muscled, but not overly so, with enough brawn to make it difficult for anyone to take him down. She was small in comparison, a fact made even more obvious when she placed her hand over his and the tips of her fingers reached only halfway between his knuckles and the first joint. His long, lean fingers could be incredibly gentle, just as his slightly calloused palm had a sharp bite when it came down hard on her backside. Everything considered, she found him attractive and not half as scary as she’d first thought.
    “So, if you don’t wanna rest, how ‘bout we talk for a bit?”
    “All right.”
    “You ready to tell me who hurt you so badly in your back entrance?”
    Oh God, he would have to ask about that. “Can we postpone that discussion until later, Sir?”
    “We can. However, I need to say that I’m not at all pleased you lied to me, Kelly. Normally, that would earn you a ten swatter minimum, bare butt over my knees.”
    She glanced at his set features, then asked, “How did you know I was hurt?”
    “I saw some evidence of rough play when I examined you, but you just confirmed it yourself now, darlin’.”
    Groaning at her own foolishness, she closed her eyes.
    “I’ve made a lot of concessions for you tonight, Kelly. I really shouldn’t give you this one, too, but I’m gonna.”
    When she pressed her face to his shoulder in gratitude, he held her close and patted her back. “I may be strict, but I’m not cruel, and I can actually be pretty reasonable at times.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “Don’t thank me, yet, darlin’. I put you through the ringer tonight, as I well know. So, I’m not gonna add a punishment on top of