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I don’t want a belt spanking. That’s a whoopin’, which isn’t my jam.

But wait. He knows that. He’d never whip me without my consent. And certainly not when I’m pregnant. He barely wants to spank me with his open palm anymore.

Stupid, Lettie.

His hands hover over his buckle. “I was gonna give you a present, sugar. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“It’s in your britches? As much as I love your cock, it’s not exactly something I can’t get any other day and twice on Sunday.” I lean closer, pointedly angling my view toward his crotch. “Did you at least wrap it?”

He shakes his head, barely holding off a laugh groan sigh. Alagrigh.

“Lettie, take your fucking clothes off if you want a sexy present.”

“I don’t think I like your tone,” I quip, tugging my skirt over my hips and dropping it to the floor. As my blouse goes flying, I add, “If you don’t watch it, I might not let you give me my gift early.”

Ignoring my jab, he raises his index finger, twirling it in a tiny circle. “Turn around. Hands against the wall. Spread your legs.”

Kri taught me a new trick recently that I’ve been itching to try. It’s calledmalicious compliance. Allow me to demonstrate.

Chapter 11

Dripping White Christmas

TOMER

From the bratty glint in her eye and tiny quiver at the corner of her grin, I can tell she’s about to defy me in that special way she does. The one that renders me a useless pile of Dom dust.

I have no business teaching Klein how to handle Mia’s bratty side. Next time the topic comes up, I’m passing him off to Shep. I surrender.

Lettie has won every power game we’ve ever played. And she fucking knows it too.

Sadly, I can’t find it in me to be upset about it. As long as I get the gift of being with her, I couldn’t care less who tops who.

After devastating me with a saucy wink, she sashays to the wall as instructed. Once there, she turns on her heel.

Excellent. We’re off to a good start.

Only she doesn’t stop twirling once she’s facing the wall. Instead, she does a complete three-sixty spin, finally stopping when she’s facing me. Wearing nothing but a devious grin and my collar, she leans her backside against the wall and rests her palms flat against it, one on each side of her spread thighs.

Dammit.

“Sugar,” I warn, injecting a little firmness into my tone.

“I did what you said.” She blinks innocently. “I went to the wall, turned around, put my hands on the wall, and spread my legs.”

“Face the wall,” I amend, choosing my words more carefully.

Her lips twitch, which I’ve come to realize is her tell. The brat is about to up the sassy ante.

As predicted, she somehow defies me while following my demands. Craning and lengthening her neck, she presses one cheek against the wall.

“Is this what you meant?” she asks through a barely restrained giggle.

I’m itching to laugh, but then she’ll blatantly win. While we both know she’s going to best me eventually, she needs to work for it more.

And I’m curious to see what else she’ll do.

Mustering as much irritation as I can manage, I grit out, “You know damn well what I want. Final warning.”

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