Page 117 of Truth or Dare

Then, once he was a little calmer, we tried to talk to Lisa. She was little more than catatonic, though. I spoke gentle words, told her I was sorry about the baby, but that she needed to talk to us. She just stared off into space. I didn’t have a good feeling about this. We had Dex stay in the room with her, telling him to restrain her if she tried to leave or hurt herself and to keep phones and computers away from her.

After we left Lisa, Tommy told me that he was discussing the Nick Gordon thing with Zack outside when Tia’d overheard him through an opened window. Although the charges had been dropped the cops tried to make Tommy’s life miserable and not before some cop who was evidently unsatisfied about how the Pop case was handled tried to quiz him about Pop’s murder. It hadn’t been a good day for Tommy. Then he came back to the house to Lisa freaking out and calling him out about Pop’s death right in front of our sisters and Tia.

My brother said he just needed some space and to spend time with a heavy bag. He also said he was gonna hole up in a bedroom later on and get on a call with his counselor for his weekly appointment.

I got back late and without any word from Gan Chen about Jason Frost. Zack was digging deep and told me he was getting some good info and would update me in the morning with where things were at.

So I drove back to the cabin and got there as Nino and Luke were swapping out with two other guys for the night shift to keep watch.

“Are you hungry?” she asked me after I kissed her hello.

“Yeah, I didn’t get a chance to eat.”

“I just made a clubhouse sandwich. I can whip you up one if you want?”

“Sure.” I sat on the sofa and checked my emails on my phone. Then I jerked my chin up at her and said, “Your hair? Why is it straight?”

She smiled seductively at me and my pants tightened at the promise of that smile. That smile was very much like her driver’s license photo.

“Maybe I should be punished for not following your directions. Over your knee, maybe?”

A smile spread wide on my face.

“Oh, you will be. You make me that sandwich and then you go get a bath and bring those curls back. Then you and me are gonna have a little chat about you following my instructions.”

She chewed her bottom lip and then whispered, “Yes, Master.”

Mm. Oh yeah.

I made him his sandwich and then took a bath and got my hair wet and shaved my legs, underarms, and my hoo-ha and I did all of this as fast as possible because I was very anxious to have our little ‘chat’.

The whole time I flat-ironed it that day felt like foreplay, because that was about all I could think to do that’d be considered naughty. I couldn’t backtalk or anything super-naughty. It just wasn’t in me. Every pull through of that iron got me thinking about getting dominated by him.

He was always dominant when we were having sex but the few times we’d really played, I’d been lit on fire.

While in the bedroom getting dressed, I heard him turn the shower on, so I dropped my towel and reached into our bag to get out some undies and then felt his presence at my back. He had my hips.

“You, my naughty Angel, no clothes. Wait on the floor bent over on your knees for your punishment.” He slapped my ass hard and I groaned. Then he went into the bathroom and shut the door.

It took forever for the shower to turn off. I was on all fours on the carpet waiting for him. My hair was still dripping as I’d been so excited that I had dropped to the floor immediately after getting his directions before even finishing getting dried off.

I heard his footsteps and then I heard,

“This is how I like my baby.” I felt his hand go flat against the small of my back and he gently caressed up to my head and then he had my hair. I felt the head of his cock tease my entrance, felt his pelvis against my backside. My nails dug into the thick carpet, and I took a deep breath. On the exhale, he entered me hard and fast. A ringing slap landed on my backside, making me groan. After a few strokes of his beautiful cock inside of me he backed away, took my hand and went toward the bed. He sat and hauled me across his lap.

“You naughty?”

“Yes, Dare.”

“You need a spanking?”

“Yes, Dare.”

“Your ass is beautiful, my baby.”

“Thank you. It’s all yours, Master.”

“Mm. Are you ready for a spanking, my naughty girl?”

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