Page 65 of Sweet Little Spies

And it did something for her.

Her brother gave her a wave and walked away, passing Tristanto get to the main part of the club.

“It’s good to know you’re going to coordinate schedules withmy brother. Good luck with that,” Carys said.

His hand came up to brush her hair back. His voice went low.“Remember where we are. You might not think I deserve your respect, but as longas we’re in here, I’ll have it. Otherwise we should set up couple’s therapy forthree. I’ve heard it’s all the rage.”

Sitting around and talking about her problems seemed awful.Besides, they hadn’t had any problems before Tristan left, so she wasn’t surewhy she needed therapy. A couple of good orgasms and a sore ass seemed like abetter bet. “Yes, Sir. I will certainly respect you as my Dom in this space.”

“In every space when we’re in the field, too,” Trisinsisted. “From the moment we get on the plane until you’re home safe andsound, you’re mine and you’ll obey me. Not your uncle. I make the decisionswhen it comes to you and Aidan. Am I making myself clear?”

She wanted to spit bile back his way, but there was a pieceof her that was so relieved he was taking control.

How would he dominate her? This was a different Tristan.He’d been bossy, pushing her to try new things. What changes had time wroughtin this man she’d loved?

Aidan tried, but the sex always ended up being fairlyvanilla. She didn’t think he was satisfied, either. Somewhere deep down, Aidankind of wanted a top, too. Though he would never let her top him. It was luckyshe’d never had the urge.

Had they never truly settled comfortably into their placeswhen it came to sex? Had Tris needed this time apart to figure out who he was,to learn he was better with them? Could she truly blame him for notunderstanding what he was doing?

Tristan’s hand tangled in her hair, and he tugged justenough so she felt it. “I asked you a question, Carys. You’ve already startedearning punishments.”

He was so close. She could feel the heat of his breathagainst her cheek. This was not the boy who’d tried to mirror their teachers atThe Club. This man was dangerous and knew what he wanted. He wasn’t pretendingto be a Dom. He’d come into his own somehow while he’d been gone.

What did he want from her? Her compliance. Her submission.

She hoped he wanted her body.

“Yes, Sir. I heard you and agree to your terms, thoughyou’ll have to talk to my cousins. I’m sure my uncle will happily hand me off,but my cousins could be troublesome.” Some of her tension fled because he wasmaking it so easy for her to find her submissive space.

Aidan moved in behind her, and she could feel his hipsagainst hers, one hand coming out to flatten against her stomach. “I’ll handleyour cousins.”

There was a streak of unexpected confidence coming fromAidan.

The door behind them came open, and her Taggart cousins werewalking out.

Kenzie grinned her way. “Oh, that’s so sweet.”

Kala rolled her eyes. “They should keep it to the actualdungeon floor. This is a hallway, dude. It’s for walking.”

“Sure, because you never do weird things in hallways,” Tashasaid.

“I respect the space,” Kala proclaimed.

Devi stood behind them, wearing a corset and boy shorts,showing off her gentle curves, her red hair in curls trailing down her back.Devi was willowy and graceful and looked the slightest bit nervous. Her gazewent to the left, toward the men’s locker room.

Aidan didn’t seem to understand they weren’t alone. His handmoved over her belly and started in a downward motion.

“Taggarts, I have explained to my subs that I’ll be incharge of them in the field,” Tristan announced. “I feel the need to make itclear to you as well.”

“That’s so romantic.” Kenzie put a hand to her heart.

Kala simply shrugged. “You can totally get Aidan killed.Like go for it, buddy. But if you think I’ll let you hurt my cousin, youhaven’t met me. Would you like to meet me, Tristan?”

“So says the woman who punched her in the gut not threehours ago.” Aidan stared at Kala with a frown. His hand came back up, wrappingaround her waist and pulling her closer to him as though she needed protection.

“She’ll back off,” Tristan said confidently. “Or she’ll meetme.”

A low groan came from behind them, and Cooper was there withZach and Dare. “She’s wound up enough as it is. Could we notch down thetestosterone, please?”

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