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She took a long moment to take in his tight abs, strong arms, the smattering of hair across his chest and the line of hair leading from his belly button down into his pants. “Better,” Annabel smiled. Andrew’s smile widened to a grin. “Cooking better be occurring.”

“Yes, mistress,” Andrew picked up his knife.

“Now, you’ve done well for a first kiss,” Annabel turned back to Ryan. His lips begged for more attention. She grinned as she playfully nipped his lower lip. She tipped his head to nip along his jaw. He moaned as her hands unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it aside.

His fingers traced the lace on the outer edge of her pants. He fell into her caresses. “Annabel,” he muttered her name as she tugged on his earlobe.

She drew back. “Hmmm you’re a good appetizer.”

“I want more,” he leaned forward.

“You’ll get more,” she smiled. “When I say you get more. There’s a bottle of wine in the fridge. Pour a glass for each of us.”

“Because now we’ve consented, alcohol is a nice addition,” Ryan said.

“Yes,” Annabel smiled as she watched him rise from the stool. She stepped into him. “We’ll take our time tonight. We need to punish Andrew.”

Ryan grinned, “I’m happy to assist.” His eyes flicked to Andrew’s and back to Annabel’s.

Annabel watched Ryan walk away from her. She enjoyed his disheveled look with his shirt undone and his cock hard against his pants.

She walked behind Andrew while he chopped vegetables. “Don’t get distracted. The last thing we need is blood as part of our meal.” She touched his back. He jerked with his first contact. “Don’t you want me to touch you?”

“I do,” he sounded breathless.

“But you weren’t expecting me to,” Annabel asked.

“It’s a thing,” Ryan murmured.

“What is?” Annabel frowned.

“My father liked to lecture me and when he went behind me, he… he believed in corporal punishment,” Andrew shared.

Annabel frowned before she gently touched his back. She felt the muscles flex under her hands. “Does this feel like corporal punishment?”

“No,” Andrew swallowed as he felt desire tingle through his entire body.

She shifted around him, got between him and the counter. “Put your utensils down.”

“Yes, Annabel,” he set the knife on the counter and wiped his hands on a towel.

“I’ll tell you what to do. I’ll make you obey me and only me,” she slid her fingers over his tight abs and up his chest and down again. She gripped his belt and tugged him closer to her. “I willnever use corporal punishment unless we discuss it ahead of time. It doesn’t turn me on to hurt you.”

She met his eyes, saw a flicker of something before he nodded. “Thank you.”

She tugged him down until she pressed her lips to his. “No one hurts my people.”

His arms wrapped around her. She allowed him to hold her tight against him. She cleared her throat. She wanted to take them to her bed. She wanted them naked and satisfying her which she thought would satisfy them.

“You’re a naughty boy holding me so tight,” she murmured against his lips. “I’ll allow it this time.”

“Yes, Annabel,” he grinned.

“Now, put us to work. What do you need done?”

They worked together in the kitchen making a meal for themselves. Andrew told them what needed to be done and Annabel assigned tasks.

Carrying the last few items to the table, she stood by her chair. “Andrew.”

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