Page 46 of For the Sub

As always, she didn’t know what to expect from him, from playful and teasing to thoughtful and kind and back again. “That’s for high school boys in a locker room.”

“It’s also for subs who argue with their Doms.”

“No, no!” Her gaze was riveted on his hand.

Part of her wanted him to smack her with the whirling towel. It would sting like the blazes, and that sounded wickedly delicious.

And most of all, she wanted this light moment to continue and chase away her fears. “Master Niles!” she protested over her laughter. “All I wanted was to be a good sub.” She couldn’t drag her gaze away from his deliberate motion. “I thought you might want to relax. After all, you worked so very hard, standing outside, cooking all of that food. You deserve to rest, maybe have another beer or finish the wine.”

“Uh-huh.” He took a deliberate step toward her. “Keep talking, beautiful Brandy.”

“That’s going to hurt.”

“I’m sure it will.”

“But…”

“We’re going to settle this once and for all.”

She backed up and ran into a cabinet, meaning she couldn’t retreat any farther. “Sir!”

“Even though I’m a Dom, I have no need or desire to be waited on.”

“Service is part of submission.”

“In some relationships, certainly.”

Relationships.

The word bounced around in her mind and her heart. What was happening right this moment was far more important than the teasing they shared.

“I enjoyed the day, and the food. There’s no way I’d expect you to clean this up by yourself.”

“You’re a guest.”

“And right now, your Dom.” His eyes were dark, with purpose and intent. “Along with your punisher.”

“No!”

“Oh, yes. On your bare ass.”

In mock terror, she squealed.

The dogs skittered around and barked as he drew back his hand while continuing to swirl the fabric.

“Present your rear, sub.”

Unable to look away from his compelling gaze, she said, “I promise to make you work like a hired hand next time you’re here, Sir. I’ll even let you put away all the leftovers by yourself. You can scrub the floors if you want. With a toothbrush. I’ll sit and watch television while you do it. Promise.”

“A little late for that, Ms. Hess.”

She gulped.

“Turn around and lift your skirt.”

“Fine. Take your best shot.”

“Bend over the counter.”

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