Chapter Twelve
Erika threw her clothesonto the bed and stared at them. She dug her hands into her hair and pulled, wanting to scream out all her frustration.
She shouldn’t have agreed.
She shouldn’t have let him spank her, and she fucking hell shouldn’t have let him make her crawl for him.
Pet!
He was calling her a pet!
He was deranged!
She rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes. It didn’t matter how good it felt, kneeling at his feet. How quick the warm feeling of acceptance washed through her with his look of approval once she’d crawled to him, had obeyed him.
It was wrong.
And obeying him, letting him take over those moments, hadn’t been as hard as she’d thought. It hadn’t taken much coaxing, and if she was going to allow any honesty to seep into her muddled mind, she would admit it was only her fear of the unknown that made her hesitate at all.
“Erika?” Dax’s firm voice called through the door. “Open this door, Erika,” he said. It wasn’t locked, and he hadn’t even tried to turn the knob.
She turned around to stare at the door, like she could maybe see through it and gauge exactly how much trouble she’d just bought herself with her fit.
“Now, Erika.” His voice dropped. She couldn’t mistake the warning lingering between the words. He wouldn’t open the door, she had to do it. She had to open it and let him in.
She still had to obey.
Growling with a deep breath, she yanked the door open and did her best to settle a glare on him.
But when he looked down at her, with his wrinkled brow and obvious concern in his gaze, her forced ire failed to stick around. She stepped backward into the room until she was able to sink down on the bed and crossed her arms over her chest.
Vulnerability sank into her with his stare. Her nudity wasn’t an issue. It was being so naked; he seemed to be able to see right into the very center of her thoughts.
“You freaked out a little,” he pointed out, leaning his shoulder against the doorjamb.
She raised her eyes to his chest. “Yeah. I guess.”
“You okay now?”