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“That’s a lot, sir.” Self-pity swirled in my despondent tone, reminding us both who had won that twisted exchange.

“It’s the least I deserve.” His tone was curt. “And I will have what I deserve, or I promise you, the repercussions will be much worse.”

What was worse than having to be spanked by a stranger before giving him head in the crappy little cabin I’d once foolishly assumed was a sanctuary was beyond me, but strewn over him, I didn’t have the courage to ask.

I had little choice but to do what he said, little choice but to accept the completely unwarranted physical punishment and endure the ordeal, but as I processed the truth, something hit me. There was a part of me—a tiny and clearly fucked-up facet—that was leaning into his command.

It was a relief not having to think about what came next. I’d never much liked having to lead, but running a business on my own meant there was little choice. But then, from out of nowhere, Eli had blown into my life, much like the snowstorm had fallen from the skies, and in the frenzy of losing James, Miles, and then Chelle, and then finding the cabin, the dynamic between the two of us had shifted. He’d always been in charge of the tour, but from the moment we’d stepped foot in the hut, he’d been in charge of me.

The man humbling me was a bolder, steelier version of the rugged guide I’d met, and I, for my part, was being compelled to rediscover what it was like to let go of the reins. The strangest part of the whole exchange was, for all my honest protests at the way he was treating me, I’d rarely known serenity like the kind that was crashing over me.

I loathed that he could treat me that way, yet at the same time, I sensed myself softening, the same way I’d done when he’d slid his finger into me in bed.

Oh, God.

My rational mind was having trouble comprehending, but deep down, I accepted something I’d never acknowledged before.

It could be sexy to cede.

“I’ll assume your silence is approval.” Flicking the waistband of my leggings back against my skin, he squeezed my left cheek roughly. “And that we’re agreed?”

Was that what we were—in agreement?

Shell-shocked, I still couldn’t decide how any of it had happened, but there I was, bartering sexual favors to the man who’d been paid to look after me.

“And I’ll take that as a yes.” His smug laughter whipped around me as both of his hands moved to the top of my leggings. Holding my breath, I winced as one hard tug forced the fabric down, exposing my ass. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Chapter Fifteen

Admonished

Eli

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SWEEPING MY HAND OVERher bare skin, my every sense was focused on Erin. Without her leggings, only the back of her tiny blue thong was visible above her cheeks, her creamy flesh teasing my already desperate cock. I knew the hot, wet places the fabric hid between those pert orbs, and I couldn’t wait to explore them again.

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