Page 180 of Liberating Lily

“Are you sure that Clem’s going to let you take him?” he asked.

“I think I can talk her into it. Come on, come meet the guinea pigs and rabbits. Over there are the sheep. And these are the chickens, Nugget, Butter, Satay, Pot Pie, and Teri.”

There was a loud squawk from above them, and she glanced up at the rooster. “That’s Drumstick. Remember what I said, don’t look him in the eyes.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Apparently, he’s got a habit of pecking out eyeballs.”

He froze. “What?” He drew her against him, burying her face in his chest with his hand over the back of her head to keep her there.

She pushed herself away, but he barely gave her an inch.

“Not really, not really,” she cried.

“You should know better than to joke like that,” he said to her sternly before he slapped her on the ass. “Naughty Lily.”

That slap made her clit throb, and she stared up at him in shock. Maybe she really would like a spanking.

After she showed him around all of the other animals, she took him over to where Chuck Roast was standing in his paddock. He glared at them angrily.

Then he puffed out some air and pawed at the ground.

“Wow, I see what you mean. He really does have some anger issues.”

“Yeah, I suppose the constipation doesn’t help,” she said.

Turning, she glanced over to where Rump Roast had been, only to see that he was gone.

“Ooh, Rump Roast has moved. You should move your car forward so that Clem can get down the driveway when she gets home.”

“All right, I’ll just be a minute.”

“I’m going to go check the house because Piggy Wiggy wasn’t in his cage and she likes to make a home in Jaret’s boots. Which makes Jaret really mad. Mainly because she poops in them. I’ll also make us some coffee.”

“Right. Sure. Are we certain this place is real?”

“Like a fairytale, huh?”

“Sure. That’s exactly what I was thinking,” he said dryly.

She could guess exactly what he’d been thinking.

As he turned away to go get his car, she walked into the house. Immediately, she was grabbed and a hand was placed over her mouth.

What was happening?

Her heart raced in horror and shock.

“Do not make a noise,” a man said in her ear. “If you do, I’m going to shoot that guinea pig.”

She glanced over to see poor Piggy Wiggy. She was trapped in a large bowl on the floor.

“Nod if you understand me. Quiet, or the guinea pig will suffer.”

She nodded. There was no way that she was going to put Piggy Wiggy in danger.

The man dropped his hand and stepped away, moving in front of her. She stared at him in shock. She’d never seen him before in her life.