Page 36 of Taming Her

“Oh, yeah?”

That was damn insolent and deserved another ten spanks but he let it go… for now. “Yeah. I’m the only one not scared of offending you, falling out of your good books and being denied basking in the golden glow that is Ava Sontag. I don’t give a shit about that; I give a shit about you not destroying your life.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. And if you really sat and thought truthfully about it, you’d admit it to yourself if not to me.”

“You really are so full of yourself.”

He squeezed out the teabag and added a splash of milk. When he turned, mug in hand, she was seated on the chair, long legs crossed.

“Here.” He handed the drink over.

“Thanks.”

“Thanks, Sir.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” She scowled. “Thanks, Sir.”

Okay, he couldn’t let that go. “Consider yourself on fifty spanks, Ava. You’ll get them when the sun sets.”

Her mouth hung open and she stared up at him. Her pretty blue eyes wide, her lashes long and dark.

A sense of satisfaction winged through the dom in him. He was getting through to her. She knew damn well she’d be over his knee getting her rump marked by his hand very soon. He wasn’t bluffing. He didn’t bluff or joke about punishing his subs. It was a serious matter.

“Drink up,” he said. “Your system needs flushing out.”

She turned away and blew on the top of the steaming liquid.

He stirred the chili, tasted it, added more seasoning.

Two doves were strutting around the overgrown patio area. In the distance a tractor droned.

“I need my phone,” she said suddenly.

“No, you don’t.”

“I do. I need to let Mel know where I am or she’ll be calling me in as a missing person.”

Griff had to admit that thought had crossed his mind. “Okay, one message to Mel, that’s it.”

She shrugged and continued to stare out of the window. “Sure, that’s it.”

Griff frowned and reached into the top cupboard where he’d stowed her purse. He reached into it and withdrew the latest Apple iPhone. It still had some charge.

“Show me the message before you send it.” He gave her the phone.

“Control freak.”

“Jesus Christ, now you’re on sixty, what is the matter with you?”

“Maybe you don’t scare me, you big bully.”

“Bully? I saved your goddamn life last night, twice, and today gave you a stunning orgasm. Hardly the actions of a bully.”

She’d unlocked her phone and accessed Whatsapp. “What shall I say?”

“Just say you’re staying with a friend for a few days.”

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