Free Rod of Correction: Taken and Tamed by Carolyn Faulkner Page A

that no one could get past the gate at the beginning of the driveway without him buzzing it open.
    All of which he explained while he was guiding her there - not at all willing to let her prudishness spoil the secret spot he was taking her to.  It was a place she’d only seen in once, in darkness, a little alcove patio up against the back wall of the house, with a small wicker table and chairs, that was surrounded by hundreds of bird baths, bird feeders and bird houses.  They were so tame they barely took notice of their human observers.  He served her a generous portion of fruit salad, bacon, cheesy eggs, and half of the enormous cinnamon bun, as well as pouring her coffee – which he already knew she liked black with two sugars – along with a big glass of fresh squeezed orange juice.
    The extravagant breakfast was barely enough to pry her attention away from the birds – big jays and tiny finches and nearly everyone in between, even a few humming birds were all busily eating, bathing and, in some cases, fighting, despite there being more than enough of everything to go around.
    There was even a squirrel feeder – a concession, he told her – to the housecat sized squirrels, who regularly raided his feeders if not given their vig.
    “If you’re out for long enough, and you’re quiet enough, you can feed the hummingbirds from your hand.”
    He had to admit he’d hoped she’d like it, but was surprised by her enthusiasm over the spot, which weighed heavily in her favor.  He hadn’t shown any other woman this place, preferring, if they stayed to breakfast, to have it in the nook in the kitchen or the dining room, depending on her style, and to keep its charms entirely to himself.
    She was so enthralled that her breakfast was getting cold and she’d barely touched it.  “Sunny, eat.  The birds’ll still be there when we’re done.”
    She turned back to attend to her meal, but was easily distracted again by their antics.  Instead of letting her incur another punishment for not eating her breakfast, Rod solved the problem in a most pleasant manner by simply lifting her onto his lap and feeding her himself.  She didn’t even seem to notice, but opened her mouth like a little bird when he told her.
    It was a long, leisurely meal, one that both of them thoroughly enjoyed, although Rod probably for different reasons than Sunny.  He was very happy that he’d gotten her to eat the majority of a big breakfast.  He knew from one of their mutual friends that she had been anorexic in high school and part of college, although she had recovered.  She was still too thin for his tastes; when he stretched out over her, he worried she was going to break.  He wasn’t going to have any of that not-eating crap on his watch.
    He liked that she seemed much more relaxed with him than she had been last night.  He was still somewhat stunned by the turn of events – not that he wasn’t glad about it, but it had turned out better than anything he could have fantasized.  In his mind, he had run her through them all, almost from the moment they’d met, but the reality certainly was a hell of a lot more exciting!
     
     
     
     

Chapter VI
    Rod was just about ready to call breakfast good.  But he had other things on his mind, too.  He helped Sunny off his lap and told her to bend over and touch her toes.
    She was a fast learner – sometimes – and realized that putting up a fight probably wasn’t the best idea, considering the condition her hind end was already in.  So, adorned with her usual beet-red blush around him, she did as he bade.
    “Good girl,” he murmured, recognizing just how hard it must be for her to do that, although he wouldn’t have hesitated to give her behind a second tanning – just as bad as the first – if she had refused.
    She was so small, especially in comparison to him – not sickly and ultra thin, just fine boned.  Her delicacy pleased him, although he knew she was really hard as