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“—however, in as much trouble as you’re in right now, I’m not inclined to tolerate much sass from you.”
“Have you met me?” she heard herself ask. She pretty much only had two modes: sass and sassier. “And who are you calling missy? Seriously, Lyndon, or should I call you Stiles? Are you daft? You don’t get to walk into my house out of the blue and declare that I’m in trouble.”
Thom’s smile never left his lips, but it did leave his eyes as his gaze wandered over her in a critical once-over. “Your nipples are erect.”
She snapped her head down to look, just as quickly folding her arms over them to hide that telltale fact from sight.
“Your face is flushed,” Thom continued. “Your breathing has quickened and your pupils have expanded. In short, you’re aroused.”
Her gaze immediately dropped to his hands as he unbuttoned and turned up first one cuff of his long-sleeved linen work shirt, and then the other. Her bottom tensed. So did her thighs, but there was no quieting the insistent throbbing of her clit and pussy.
Especially not when he said, “Since it seems you like to protest, I’m going to let you protest all you like. Your safe word is mustang. So we’re both very clear on this point, if you don’t use it, I’m not stopping. Do you understand?”
Again, she tried to laugh but no sound came out. “I understand you’re crazy.”
“I think I prefer the term determined.”
“I think I prefer to get my gun, then kick your sorry ass out of here and get a new security system installed.”
His hand paused mid-turn of his shirtsleeve. “I also think Daddy is done putting up with your backtalk.”
Avery finally found her laugh. “Oh, I have not yet begun to talk back. I?—”
“Am one more snarky word away from getting your bare little bottom paddled a bright red,” he smoothly finished for her.
The smile returned to his eyes when she gasped. She stared at him, calmly studying her, waiting to see if she would call mustang.
She didn’t. She couldn’t. All she could do was stand there, desperately hoping she looked outraged instead of wildly aroused. She also couldn’t stop the surge of desire and raw, pulsing need that shot straight up from her nether regions, up her spine, and out throughout her entire body. Her toes curled, and her knees kept trying to buckle. She was pretty sure even her fingernails wanted him. The worst part was that she didn’t just want to feel his hands on her body in a lover’s caress or the sizeable bulge of the cock she could see pushing hard at the frontof his jeans stroking her sheath, but she wanted—needed—the bright red bottom.
She had to know this was real. Before she did something as stupid as risk the friendship and working relationship they already had for a shower-based masturbation fantasy-come-true, she had to know that he wasn’t all talk. She had to be every bit as crazy as he was just for standing here, but she didn’t think she could move. Not without knowing for certain that he could, and would, hold her accountable no matter what, and spank her when she needed it.
“Avery, honey,” he said in a softer tone, but one that still had steel lying just below the surface, “did you hear me? When I ask you a question, I expect an answer and one without sass, snark, or snarl. Do you understand me?”
Not knowing what else to do, she shivered as she said, “Go back to your computer, Thom. This is one eight-second ride you’re not man enough to take. Not without someone getting hurt.”
More and more, she was starting to fear—or was it hope—that someone would be her.
“Little girl,” he admonished. “Eight seconds is for horses. When it comes to you, both in matters of loving and disciplining, I plan to take a whole lot longer from start to finish. Now, do you really want me to bend you over that work bench, strip your bottom bare, and spank you to tears right here?”
She never backed down. She never retreated. But what was wrong with her right now that she couldn’t seem to make herself hold his stare? Her gut alternated between knots so tight that it felt as if she were about to be sick and the kinds of somersaults that would make a gymnast envious. She dropped her gaze to the floor, scared that if she met his eyes then everything would change. Thom would be able to read all of her thoughts, all her emotions, all of her needs and secrets.
She shook her head.
“Use your words, Avery.”
“N-no.”
“When it’s just the two of us and when you’re in trouble, I expect you to answer with either yes or no and you’ll punctuate those sentences with Sir or Daddy. Do you think you can do that?”
Her shallow breaths were coming faster now. The pulse between her legs was going wild just at the thought of calling him either. She nodded, shifting her gaze as far from him as the floor would allow.
“Avery, I just told you that I wanted a spoken answer when I asked you a question. Did you not hear me?”
“Yes, S-Sir,” she stammered. “I heard you.”
“All right then. Do you need me to spank you before we sit down and talk about your rules?”
Yes.
