She was Pet.
And Sir would look after her.
Her pants were pulled down, followed by her panties. And then his hand landed on her ass.
“My Pet doesn’t act out to get a spanking. She doesn’t refuse food,” he lectured as he spanked.
He hadn’t been lying; he was spanking her hard and fast.
And it was glorious.
“She tells Sir what she needs. Because it’s his job to give her whatever she requires.”
God.
Tamsyn wished that was true. That he could give her whatever she needed. It would certainly make her life easier.
The spanking suddenly ended and he rubbed the heat into her ass cheeks.
A small moan escaped her.
“Hmm, I’m guessing my Pet is turned on. Too bad she doesn’t get to come after being spanked.”
“But I asked to be spanked.”
“Ahh, no, you didn’t. You disobeyed me so you’d get spanked. There’s a difference.”
Well, that sucked.
She pouted as he drew up her panties and pants and then settled her onto his lap so she faced his chest.
Then he wrapped his arms around her and she forgot about being upset.
Because she was safe in Sir’s arms.
Just where she wanted to be.
33
“You know, if I was stranded on an island with a bunch of available men?—”
“This better not be going where I think it is,” Alexei growled at her from where he sat on the sofa with her.
She rolled her eyes at him as Roman let out a small chuckle from the armchair next to the sofa. It was Thursday night and she’d been staying here close to a week.
She never wanted to leave.
Poor Evette had been sick all week and Salem had told her not to come back until Monday at the earliest.
Tamsyn was lying on the sofa in the living room. Her head was on Alexei’s thigh and they were watching a TV show about one woman who was stranded on an island with a bunch of eligible bachelors. She had to choose just one.
Why choose one?
Seemed dumb.
“They should make a show where she doesn’t have to choose just one,” she said.
“Not sure the world is ready for that just yet,” Salem said. He was sitting down at the other end of the sofa with her feet on his lap.