Over His Knee, Part Three by Hannah Ford

 

Chapter 1

GRAYSON

Her hands shake as she begins to unbutton her blouse.

She’s beautiful, and I have to force myself to hold on to my resolve. I remind myself that I cannot allow myself to let go of my control, that I must keep within the bounds of my carefully constructed rules.

Because something about her – the way she looks at me, her innocence, her curves, the way she tasted when I kissed her -- makes me feel as if she could be the one to break me.

And that must never happen.

She must never know what I’m capable of.

Because that would mean destruction for us both.