Has she finally found her destiny? After a frightening experience with the paparazzi, Karia returns to the academy. Fighting her way back from her fear with the help of her friends and, surprisingly, Master Armstrong, she is finally realizing what she wants her future to look like. But a mysterious stalker on the grounds of the academy seems determined to ruin her newfound happiness. Will Oliver and Karia expose the man before he does irreparable damage? What does the future hold for the young journalism student and her handsome Master?

This is book three in the series but can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher’s Note: This adult contemporary romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, action, adventure, sensual scenes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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More smacks. “And now, a few extra because you’re going home, and you’ll miss a few of these sessions.”

“Oh, do we have to?” she pouted.

“Oh, sweet girl, that just earned you even more.” He chuckled as he rubbed some of the sting out of her bum and then slipped a finger between her legs to check for her arousal.

Back to alternating cheeks, he continued to rain down the smacks. Her creamy skin had now turned a bright shade of red, and she could only imagine how hot to the touch it would be if she was to reach back and touch. But that was against the rules.

“Ow!” she cried out when one landed on the top of a thigh.

He reached around again and inserted two fingers. She knew she was dripping by now and hid her face in the sofa cushion.

After another session of ten smacks to an already tender bottom, he pulled her up and cuddled her against his chest. “There now, all better. I love you so much, Karia, and I don’t want you to make yourself ill.”

“I-I know, but it was a one-time thing,” she said.

“Yes, I know. But I had to have an excuse to give you extra spanks. It’s going to be a few weeks before we can do this again.”

She moved her head and looked at him. “You are kidding! You did that on purpose!”

“Yes, I did, sub.”

She giggled like she always did when he called her ‘sub’. Theirs was such a relaxed relationship that it didn’t bother him as it would some Doms. Oliver could be very strict, but he also had a wonderful sense of humor.

He scooped her up and carried her to his bedroom then. He laid her down and pulled her panties the rest of the way off before removing the rest of her clothes. His soon followed, and then he was next to her, holding her close.

“Are you sure you’re all right after everything that has happened this weekend?”

“I’m sad for the people who lost their lives and for their families. I’m sad for the school, to have to put up with all those people around. It’s usually such a private place. I’m mad because of that reporter, who was posing as a maintenance man to follow me around. But other than that, I’m just peachy.”

“I feel the same way on all counts. But the maintenance man/reporter is gone. I think he will be busy reporting about the crash instead of about you. Your father will most likely contact the rag he worked for and give them a piece of his mind.”

He kissed her soundly then trailed soft butterfly kisses down her neck and to her breasts, which he treated equally with sucking and licking. He continued to move down and teased her with his tongue before finally giving her what she craved.

The first orgasm rolled through her effortlessly. It hadn’t taken long at all. Then just as she was coming down from that one, he inserted two fingers and moved them around, curling them until he found that special spot. She started shuddering a second time, and when that one had subsided, he moved up and entered her with one hard thrust. He lay still for a moment to allow her to accommodate him before he started the age-old practice of thrusting and pumping. She, in turn, matched him, thrust for thrust, until they were both riding the waves, as if they were the only two people on a secluded beach. Crash after crash, they rode it out until they were both exhausted. They lay together for several minutes.

Finally, she said, “I really should go back to the dorm tonight, with all the people around here.”

“You’re right, of course, but I hate to take you back. I would prefer to have you here with me.”

“I know, but don’t you think it’s best?”

“Yes, I agree. I’ll take you in a little bit. Is Colleen going to meet you at the front door?”

“She said she would.”

“All right. Tomorrow, you can get packed to leave, and we’ll head to your parents’ house early on Tuesday. We’ll stop someplace for a nice breakfast.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Maybe not. I will be helping the headmaster for most of the day. But I’ll call you tomorrow night. I might see you in the dining hall if we are there at the same time. I don’t know what our schedule will be like.”

“You’re going to get his job, aren’t you?”

“Well, I won’t know for certain until the next board meeting, but I have reason to believe I have a good chance.”

“Oliver, that’s wonderful. I’ll miss you in the classroom, though.”

“You’ll still see me around. Now, why don’t you go freshen up and I’ll take you back to the dorm?” He smacked her already tender bottom when she got up.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Because I can. Because you’re mine, and I don’t want you to forget.”

“Like I would,” she said as she grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom.

When she came back out, he was dressed and ready to go. But before they left, he kissed her seven more times.