Page 16 of Grimm

They also aroused her. The telltale signs were all there. Dilated pupils—which he’d already seen happen just with a dip in his tone. She enjoyed bending to his authority, even if she hadn’t realized it yet. But more than just her eyes, her pussy had glistened with her arousal by the time he’d finished administering the light punishment. All her wiggling and writhing as she tried to get away from his hand, spread her legs enough for him to witness it all happening. If he’d really wanted to send a message, he could have brought her attention to it. But he wasn’t that cruel a monster.

Not completely true, but he seemed able to cage in his inner asshole just enough not to scare her out of her mind. He didn’t want her fear. He wanted more of that smile he’d seen in his office.

He’d get it. She wouldn’t deny him that.

“Hey, William.” Johnny sauntered into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge. He pulled out an apple and took a big bite. “We have all the stuff from her apartment you asked for. We grabbed her computer and phone, too. Where do you want all of it?”

“The computer and phone can go in my office. The boxes of clothes can go up to Ashley’s room. Daniella can go through them in the morning.”

“The stuff in Ashley’s closet?” he asked before taking another bite.

“Get rid of it. Donate it, or burn it, I don’t care, just get it out of here.” William turned his attention to his phone after several messages came through.

Where’d you run off to?

Anywhere fun?

You go on your own?

“What’s up?” Johnny asked after William tucked the phone back into his pocket and looked up with a grim expression.

“Nothing.” William ignored Jacob’s messages which had forwarded from her phone. “I’m going up. And I don’t want any interruptions.” He shoved Johnny’s shoulder as he passed him. “Maybe go eat out of your own fridge?”

Johnny laughed. “Sure thing, boss.”

Jacob was so far in the friend zone with Daniella that he couldn’t even see the line anymore. He wasn’t a threat, but William still didn’t enjoy seeing his name on her phone. Jacob had probably blown it with her by using all the sweet romantic gestures guys used now. Flowers for her birthday, a love poem written for Valentine’s Day, some sappy-ass chick flick with a bucket of ice cream when her heart was hurting.

Daniella wouldn’t respond to such coddling. She wanted hard, she wanted strong, and she wanted authority. The woman would melt into a puddle of pussy juice if he put her on her knees.

And there was no time like the present to test his theory.

William entered his bedroom expecting to find Daniella sitting on the bed waiting for him.

She was not.

Standing on the arm of a chair, she was reaching up to the shell of the wall sconce. Completely nude.

“What the hell are you doing?” He slammed the door behind him.

She jolted but remained steady, feeling around inside the sconce.

“Got it.” A victorious smile erupted across her lips, and she produced the pair of balled-up socks that had been inside.

Daniella climbed down from the arm, stepped onto the ottoman, then hopped to the floor.

“What am I looking at?” William went over and took the socks from her.

“I was bored, so I started bouncing the socks off the wall, you know, like that game where you bounce a tennis ball off the steps of the house.” She paused a moment for his reaction, but his expression remained blank, since he had no idea what she was talking about. “Well, like that. But I tossed it too high, and it got stuck in the light.” She let out a long breath.

“I’ve never played that game,” he said as he tossed the balled-up socks onto the dresser. “You shouldn’t climb on the chair like that. You’re going to break your neck if you fall.”

“I was fine.” She looked up at him and wiped the hair from her face.

He studied her for a moment. Even after he’d spanked her, she showed no fear of him.

“You adapt quickly, don’t you, to your surroundings?”

She lowered her gaze and took a small step back.

---