The big man held her as gently as he would the most fragile piece of fine art. He smiled to himself. Talia was responding well—far better than he’d anticipated.
The others were already devoted to her. It was evident in the way they looked at her. How they handled her and how gently they spoke.
Firm but gentle.
It had been his directive. He wanted Talia to know her boundaries. To know whom she belonged to and whom she obeyed. But he wanted to guide her with a gentle hand and tender touch.
The idea of causing her pain made him grit his teeth. He hated that she’d come all this way fully expecting him to demonstrate his mastery through pain and discipline or that he’d collar her or put even one mark on her beautiful skin with a whip or a flogger.
He was shaking his head before he could control the motion. Sebastien arched an eyebrow in his direction.
“Problem, Z?”
