Free Taking His Hand (Under His Roof #2) by Sadey Quinn Page A

tour. She’s seen the building go up, and she saw the plans, but I’ve never gone through it room by room.
    “ Instead of having the pre-session talk in the dining room, we’ll have it here,” I explain, showing her the entry room. There’s a leather couch, two chairs, and a wooden end table with a box of tissues and a vase of dried flowers.. A chocolate brown area rug covers the center of the laminate floor, and I’ve chosen some of my favorite photographs of the North Carolina coast to frame for the walls. “I actually modeled it after other therapists’ offices.”
    “ Yeah. It has that feel.” She shifts a little on her feet, looking mildly uncomfortable.
    I stand behind her, pulling her body close to mine. “Remember our first session? You were so nervous.”
    “ Who wouldn’t be?”
    “ Well, some of my clients enjoy being spanked and know exactly why they’re doing it. You were nervous because it was new to you.”
    I lead her to the main room. It’s a little larger than my current discipline room. I haven’t moved most of the furniture yet, since my brothers might have questions about the spanking bench and the sawhorse. But I cleaned out my implement cabinet, and Ryan and I moved that, my desk, and the daybed today. It’s starting to come together.
    Rachel walks along the wall of the room, her hand running along the freshly painted drywall and her eyes scanning every surface. She takes it in. The bathroom door is open, and she peeks her head inside. There are two doors, one on each end, so if my family or friends come into my office, they can use my bathroom without going through the discipline room.
    She steps inside, flicks on the light, and laughs.
    “ Nice paint job,” she says sarcastically.
    I painted the walls and ceiling dark maroon. I think it looks unique, but the reaction from my brothers, and now Rachel, has been disappointing.
    She walks to the desk and trails her fingers along the edge of the smooth surface. I got the desk years ago at a closeout sale from a local furniture craftsman. It’s cherry, and the color has gone from soft tan to deep brownish red. Appropriate, I think, considering its utility.
    I stand behind her and bend her forward, running my hands up and down her torso. I place my hands on hers, and push her until she’s supporting her upper body with her arms, her hands flat on the desk. Then I run my hand back down her body, over her ass, and she moans.
    “ Remember how you felt the first time you bent over this desk?”
    She nods. I give her bottom a light pat, before pulling her up and spinning her to face me. Kissing her deeply, I touch her, all of her, over her clothes. She moves for me, letting me reach between her legs, squeeze her breasts, grasp her ass.
    “ You are so beautiful,” I gasp, pulling away.
    She blushes. That same, beautiful blush I’ve seen countless times since I first met her at Maddy’s Place.
    “ I’m going to spank you tonight,” I whisper, smiling ever so slightly.
    “ What? Why?” Her body language makes the subtle shift from aroused to nervous.
    “ And you’ll enjoy it,” I continue, shushing her by placing a finger on her lips. “I promise.”
    “ David—“
    “ Shh. Do you trust me?”
    “ Of course.”
    “ Good.” I kiss her again, turn her around, and give her an actual swat on her ass. She yelps. I walk out, leaving her there. When I glance back I see her turning to face me, her mouth hanging open.
    She is so damn cute.
    “ Good work today,” I say as I join my brothers, who are making good progress at polishing off two pizzas by themselves. I snag a slice of pepperoni.
    Ryan opens another beer and I give him a look.
    “ No more if you’re planning on driving this afternoon, Ryan.”
    He rolls his eyes and takes a long swig. “All right, Dad.”
    I look back to see Rachel coming out of the office. She’s regained the ability to walk, though she still looks a little stunned.
    She’s quiet while we eat,