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“Oh shit, I forgot the smoke jumpers do shifts and that they live on base while they’re working.” Tipping her head to the side, she narrows her eyes. “Wait, did you say he was watching you eat?”
I nod. “When I got downstairs this morning, there was a note telling me what to have for breakfast, and then he texted and called, and then we ended up video chatting while I ate.”
“That’s a little weird.”
I nod.
“Do you think he’s a dom?”
I shrug. “How the hell would I know? I’ve never met a dom, and I really don’t think the doms in books are at all how they’d be in real life.”
“The Barnetts are all a little bit extra. I overheard Beau threatening to spank Bonnie the last time I had dinner there, and all the brothers are crazy, growly alpha males. Granger and Alice seem like they have a power exchange situation going on, and Betty’s pretty kinky, so I’d guess Cody is too. It wouldn’t surprise me if Oz had some control issues, it’d make sense for those types of guys to band together.”
“You can’t just assume they’re all into…that kind of stuff just because you overheard someone say something and because Betty is a little kinky,” I say, feeling uncomfortable discussing my new boss’s sexual preferences.
“Don’t be a prude, Etta. It’s fun to wonder if all those huge dudes are ordering their wives about and spanking their asses when they don’t do as they’re told.” Her laugh is playful, and I can’t help but smile back at her.
“Fine,” I concede. “But that doesn’t mean that Oscar, I mean Oz, is that way.”
“Babe, the dude ordered you around, demanded that you eat, and gave you rules that he insisted that you follow. I bet when he kissed you, he held you in place, not allowing you to have any control over the way he touched you, didn’t he?”
Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I press my palms against them, trying to hide my reaction.
“Holy crap, I was right, wasn’t I?” She giggles excitedly.
Glancing away from the screen, I press my lips together and stay quiet.
“Do you like it…him?” she asks, and she’s not playing anymore. Her tone is serious, and there’s a hint of something that sounds a little like jealousy in her voice.
“He was so awful to me when we were younger,” I say, instead of confessing how my body reacted to his dominating behavior.
“I know,” she says, sighing softly. “But that was a long time ago. It’s okay to give him a second chance.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I admit. “But I’m also not sure that I can stop myself from doing what he tells me to, either, even if that’s us doing…intimate stuff.”
“Intimate stuff.” Her voice is teasing as her lips twitch, slowly spreading into a mischievous grin.
Ignoring her, I close my eyes and suck in a sharp breath. “He told me that I’m staying with him until you get to town. But I don’t think I should stay here. Part of me thinks I should just walk the few miles into town and check into the hotel I already paid for.”
“But you’re not going to, are you?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t think I am.”
4
OZ
Iam losing my goddamn mind. That’s the only explanation I can come up with that explains the way I’m acting toward Henri-fucking-etta. I hate her. I’ve always hated her. But apparently my dick has not gotten the memo, because the moment I end the video call with her, I’m so hard, I ache.
Adjusting my hard dick so it’s not immediately obvious that I’m sporting wood, I head to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. Unbuttoning my pants, I drag my boxers down and free my cock, fisting my hard length as a pained groan slips from my lips.
Sliding my hand up to the head of my cock, I gather the precum that’s weeping from the tip and use it to lube up the rest of my dick. I should not be hard for the brat that’s in my house right now, but I am. I’m harder than I’ve been in years, and no matter how much I know it’s wrong, my dick doesn’t care.
Etta isn’t what I was expecting. I demonized her when she was a kid. I was cruel and mean, but it was easier to direct some of my anger onto her instead of constantly pushing it toward my dad, who was too oblivious to notice how messed up I was.
But the Etta I met yesterday, she’s not a kid anymore. She’s a hot as fuck, deeply submissive woman, and every time she does what I tell her, the more my mind claims her as mine.
She can’t ever be mine, though. She’s too tied to my dad, she’s my stepsister, for fuck’s sake. But a part of me just doesn’t care who she is.
