Complete Me (Bound to You Book 3)

by Jane Henry

  Complete Me

  Bound to You Book Three

  By

  Jane Henry

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  Complete Me

  EBook ISBN: 978-1-68259-743-9

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  Table of Contents:

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  About the Author

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  Chapter One

  Meredith filled the large, cut-glass pitcher with ice-cold lemonade. She wiped the perspiration off the sides, nervously biting her lip, and was so wound up she jumped a mile when she felt Paolo come up behind her and rest his hand on the small of her back. She turned, almost tripped over his wheelchair and somehow managed to snag the pitcher with a finger and send it crashing away from her to the floor. It shattered, shards of glass ricocheting off the cupboards and splashes of sugary lemonade drenching the floor and cabinets. She stared, open-mouthed at Paolo, who stared back at her. His eyes crinkled and he chuckled, a deep chuckle Meredith felt in her belly, as he curled a finger around the loop in her capris and pulled her away from the mess and onto his lap.

  She felt the desire to scream, or yell, as the anger at having spilled the lemonade wreaked havoc on her already-frayed nerves. But she knew he wouldn’t tolerate it. No, no temper allowed. Instead, she focused on taking a deep breath as he held her on his lap.

  “So nervous, baby,” he said. He deftly wheeled back and held her close, adjusting her so that she was in his lap, legs hanging over the edge. She’d learned not to protest about squashing him when he did this. It would only earn her a swat and a growl. She’d started making herself see herself from Paolo’s point of view, and it gave her more self-confidence.

  Precious. Beautiful. Cherished.

  Being the absolutely most important person in someone else’s life did something to a woman. It made her hold her head higher. She went to bed at night tucked into his side, with the certain knowledge that she was his alone, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

  He fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her head away from the mess and over to him, his lips so close they tickled her ear.

  “Leave it. I’ll get it.”

  She still felt that resistance, the initial desire to tell him no, she’d get it, he was in a wheelchair for crying out loud, but she was easily able to restrain the instinct to contradict him and trust that he could do this. He wouldn’t offer if he couldn’t. She needed to trust that. And anyway, between the work he’d been doing with Robbie the past few weeks, and physical therapy, Paolo was becoming more and more agile. He could handle the clean up. And he wouldn’t tolerate her talking back.

  So she took what he gave her, permission to forget about the mess and trust him. She nodded her thanks. “Okay,” she said. “Thank you.”

  “Of course, honey,” he said soothingly, his hand stroking her hair. “Now tell me. Tell me why you’re so nervous. You’ve been flitting around here all day like a little butterfly, barely stopping to rest for a minute and you’re doing that thing where you bite your lip and walk into a room and spin around like you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

  She felt a twinge of irritation. Why was she nervous? Didn’t he know they were having company? Her brother Robbie and his new girlfriend, as well as their friends Caleb and Kirstin were coming for a barbecue. It would be the first time they had guests over to their house since their new—arrangement—and it made Meredith nervous as all hell. They’d had free rein of their house, and in the past few months, things had changed quite a bit.

  He never allowed her to wear anything to bed at night anymore, and, at first, it felt weird even though they were in their own house with the bathroom right close by, and she could quickly scoot in to shower or get ready for bed. She’d gotten used to it, though, and he’d shown her there was a delicious method to his madness. It almost began to feel natural. But being more free with herself, growing accustomed to her own skin with no hiding behind bulky clothes, made her feel
like her home was her sanctuary. It was the one place she was open, vulnerable, and completely bared to him.

  But there was more to it than that. Yes, he’d demanded her complete obedience, and yes, it was becoming almost intuitive, though Meredith was still learning. Her online friend Little Lady, an experienced submissive, assured her in their long, late-night chats that it would take time and practice to make obeying Paolo a habit. Despite the fact that she wanted his leadership—despite the fact she needed it—she still fought the temptation to defy, irritation bubbling up when his bossiness grated on her, and her mouth would have a mind of its own. And there were new rules as she gradually became accustomed to obeying him. Slowly, he amped up his expectations for her.

  And hell, was he ever fulfilling her need to be spanked.

  He’d taken her over his knee in the den, for a fabricated misdemeanor when she’d teasingly cheered for the other team during a baseball game, but that was one of the hottest spankings she’d ever gotten. Stronger from having worked with Robbie, Paolo easily overpowered her as he held her over his lap and spanked her with his hand. The next thing she knew they were having wild, crazy sex on the couch. Phew. Yeah, that was fun.

  But it hadn’t all been fun. One night during dinner, she’d let a pot of pasta boil over, reached to take it off the stove and forgotten to grab a potholder first, scalding her hand. She’d screamed, “Fucking hell!” so loud they’d have heard her in Canada, and she’d already been told that he wasn’t going to tolerate swearing anymore. He’d been sitting behind her, and when she turned to face him with a sheepish raise of her brows, he reached wordlessly for her hand and examined it, kissing the red spot that was only red but not burned. He’d released her hand, and unbuckled his belt.

  It made her quake—she truly did dislike letting him down and earning a punishment—but she couldn’t deny that his stern eyes on her as he pulled his belt from the loops of his pants was arousing. At least later, when she remembered it, when she was lying in bed or watching him dress, or listening to his deep voice as he talked to Robbie, or chuckled over a TV show, she couldn’t help but be attracted to his sternness. God, he’s hot, she’d think, and it would set her heart to pounding all over again, remembering his hands on his belt, the sight of it doubled up in the harnessed power of his hands, and the way he’d made her lean over the kitchen counter and take a spanking for swearing.

  One time, she’d come home late from shopping, because on the way home she’d hit an intersection with construction. She’d pulled into the driveway like a bat out of hell, and he’d been waiting in the living room for her. He didn’t say a word, waited until she came in the door, pointed to her bag and coat for her to drop them where she stood, and hauled her over his lap for a sound spanking. It wasn’t because she was late—he said later construction couldn’t be helped and she should’ve called—but he’d seen the way she’d pulled into the driveway and was none too happy about it.

  And the sex. God, the sex.

  They’d had sex in every which way, all over the house, sometimes multiple times a day. She’d joked with him that she didn’t know he could get it up like that at his age, which had earned her another trip over his knee, while she shrieked and laughed and he spanked her ass soundly, but that had led to even more sex and, as he took her, he growled out, “Is that good enough for you for an old man?”

  “Yes,” she’d managed to pant.

  And now… now, for the first time since she’d begun to obey him and agreed to allow him to discipline her—for the first time since she started deferring to him with a “yes, sir,”—they were having company. Robbie had come over when she was mostly at work, but this was different.

  Having guests over felt like an invasion of their space. An invasion of their privacy. But Paolo had insisted she ask everyone over. With a twinkle in his eye, he’d said, “It’s time you learn how to behave when we have people over here,” and she knew he was only partly teasing.

  But what would happen if she did something… disrespectful? If her mouth got the better of her, which it would do, and he decided he would punish her? She actually asked him what he’d do, and he merely shrugged, frowned at her and said, “If I were you, I would behave myself.”

  Gah!

  Would he keep his bossiness discreet?

  “I am nervous,” she whispered. “It feels… somehow unwelcome.”

  “What seems unwelcome, bonita?” he asked softly. “Tell me.”

  She rested her head in the crook of his neck and felt his strength around her, the warmth of his skin under her cheek, and she rested in the certain knowledge that he’d not only recognized her nervousness, but had stopped everything to help her address it.

  “This is our place,” she whispered. “No one else’s. No one’s come over here since we started… all this. And I feel like I’m mostly myself… like we’re mostly us when we’re here, alone. When I can say “yes, sir,” without censoring myself. When you can pull me over your lap whenever you please. When you can tell me what to do without having to care about what others think.”

  His eyes still twinkled.

  “Do you think just because we have others over here I’m not going to tell you what to do? Do you really think I care what others think?”

  The prickle of anger twisted in her chest and she stiffened. “That’s what I’m afraid of, too,” she said, an edge in her voice. For crying out loud! He didn’t care what others thought, but maybe she did! “I don’t know if I like the idea of being bossed around by you in front of my friend or brother, and certainly not some stranger I’ve never met.” She tried to sit up, but he pulled her quickly back down.

  “Careful, Meredith,” he warned. She could see it in his eyes—the warning to behave, his voice low and stern, and she knew she’d better behave or she’d suffer the consequences.

  She relaxed into his arms and nodded. “Yes, sir,” she murmured.

  “I’m teasing you, baby,” he said. “I don’t really give a rat’s ass what anyone thinks of me, that much is true,” he said. “But I am not going to flaunt what we have for just anyone to see or hear. I’m not going to embarrass you, or do anything that would cause concern. You don’t need to worry about that. At the same time, there’s no hiding that I’m the boss and you do what you’re told.”

  She nodded. “Yeah. Well, it might be a little weird in front of the other two, but I think you’re right.”

  She thought about it. Kirstin and Robbie well knew Paolo was always forthright with his requests. He had always been the guy in charge—intrinsically protective, a natural leader. Meredith had even noticed that when Paolo and Robbie worked together, Robbie jokingly called Paolo “the boss.” Paolo’s take-charge nature was partly why she’d been drawn to him in the first place.

  “You want the board over here, boss?” Robbie would say, and Paolo would instruct him. Robbie was good-natured about it. Hell, they’d been friends from high school and Robbie knew exactly Paolo’s personality-type. And so did Kirstin. She’d even mentioned him “still being all protective and macho,” and when she’d asked if Meredith wanted to go out for drinks, Kirstin actually said, “ask Paolo.”

  Paolo continued. “And I’m not going to spank you in front of them.” Meredith tucked her head, embarrassed. It was still embarrassing and tingly to hear him say spank. “Spanking your ass in front of other people would be like you going down on me in front of a crowded room.” He looked thoughtful. “Not that that doesn’t appeal, on a certain level.”

  “Paolo!”

  He chuckled. “Teasing, babe. Mostly,” he said.

  She felt heat flush her cheeks. Oh, how embarrassing. In the past month, he’d been giving her lessons, making her practice. She’s always had an aversion to doing that, and her suspicions that the rugs purchased for their bedroom were for more than when he insisted she kneel were true. He wanted her on her knees for more than one reason. She’d gotten over her shyness, and was pretty proud of herself that she’d gotten rea
lly good at pleasing him.

  “This is private, Meredith,” he said. “Personal. And I’m going to do everything I can to keep it private and personal. At least the discipline part of it.”

  She nodded.

  “Though I’ll tell you this,” he said. “There’s nothing wrong with a teasing swat, and I’m not going to promise I won’t give you one. But if you do something naughty, we will make a trip to the bedroom.” She squirmed. She couldn’t help it. Naughty and trip to the bedroom got her all hot and bothered, even if what he was saying made her squirm.

  “If you need to be punished, I’ll decide if we take a discreet trip to the bedroom with guests over, or I make you wait until they all go home. The rules don’t change because we have company.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, at once both grateful and apprehensive. Grateful that he understood her desire for discretion, and promised he’d be careful, but apprehensive because sometimes she misbehaved without meaning to. She’d better watch it.

  “Meredith,” he said sternly.

  “Yes?” she asked, lifting her eyes to his.

  “You focus on doing what I say, and everything will be just fine. We’re going to have a great time. And tonight, after everyone goes home and you want to veg, if you behave yourself, I’ll let you go chat with Little Lady. Okay?”

  She smiled. It had been a while and she missed her friend. “Okay.”

  She jumped when the doorbell rang. He gently pushed her off his lap to standing.

  “Go get the doorbell while I clean this up,” he said. She yelped when she felt him send her off with a sharp swat to her ass. Going to open the door, she left him in the kitchen chuckling to himself. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before she opened the door, feeling the slight flush of her cheeks.