Page 87 of Training His Pet

“He’s your brother,” she said, touching his cheek.

“That doesn’t change, but I can’t work with him on this. I can’t stop him.”

She didn’t need him to spell it out for her. He had no control over Corbin, and he wasn’t going to force it. He wouldn’t barge in and demand his brother do the right thing. But he’d be there when Corbin fell. She knew that, too. When it all blew up in his face, Corbin would turn to Dax and being the big brother, the fixer, he’d help.

Until then, Dax would have to suffer the helpless feeling of watching his little brother sink into a life of crime.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

He brought his dark gaze up to hers. “Yeah, me too. But he’s his own man now. My interfering could get him hurt—or you. And I won’t do that.” He cupped her chin. “Let’s go upstairs.”

She pushed a small smile on. “So you can punish me?”

“No.” He shook his head. “So I can love you.”

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the door and up to her apartment. The words he’d said swam around her mind. Love. She’d never thought she’d find it, but there it was, hauling her up the steps like the caveman she craved.

Once inside the apartment, he locked the door and pointed a finger at her. “Take off those clothes.” His brow wrinkled. “You were going to walk down the street in that?”

“It’s a tank top, Dax,” she said, grabbing hold of the hem and working it over her head.

“I could see your fucking bra. And those shorts—” He shook his head. “I can almost see your ass cheeks.”

“They’re just my comfy clothes, for around the apartment.” She shimmied the shorts over her hips and tossed them onto the couch with her tank top.

“I changed my mind.” He snapped his fingers and reached for her.

“What?” She let him pull her toward the hallway.

“You do need a spanking.” He pushed through the bedroom door and flung her toward the bed. She caught herself before tumbling to the mattress and watched him rip off his shirt and undo his belt.

“Dax—” She put her hands out to ward off the evil leather.

“Panties off and over the bed, sweet girl,” he ordered, working his boots off his feet and moving to the side of the bed.

Knowing fighting him would make it worse, she finished taking off her bra and underwear. As she bent over the bed, placing her hands and elbows on the mattress, she looked over her shoulder at him.

He grinned.

“Don’t worry, pet, I’m not angry with you. I just want you to remember who you belong to.” He touched her upturned ass with his fingers. “All the marks have faded away.”

She bit down on her lip and faced the headboard. He wasn’t dishing out a punishment, she reminded herself, this was pleasure.

The belt snapped over her ass. A sharp heat radiated through her cheeks as stroke after stroke landed across her tender cheeks. She rose up to her toes, but managed to keep her hands forward and not wiggle away from him.

Willing obedience.

He’d taught her well enough what he wanted.

Again and again the leather strap crossed over her cheeks, spreading the heat and stoking the fire burning at her core.

“Such a pretty blush,” he whispered, after a hard stroke left her breathless. Her fingers curled into her blankets while the heat subsided, bringing a pleasurable fog with it.

The belt dropped onto the bed, near her hands. Reaching out, she grabbed it, feeling the leather pressed between her fingers. She hugged it to her.

Dax chuckled. “Learning to love the belt.” His zipper lowered. “Hold it tight,” he instructed as his jeans were rustled behind her. She didn’t need to look to know what he was doing, but she wanted to see him, so she did.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to you like that,” she said, letting her gaze move around his torso at all the dark inked tats.

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