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“I’ll fuck your sweet little ass when the time is right.”

“Which will be?” Fuck. Was she begging for it now? How had he spun that around in her head so quickly?

“When you’ve behaved well and appropriately.” He paused. “When you have been a good girl, Ava. That’s when I’ll take your anal virginity. You have to trust me to know when the time is right.”

She glared at him but quickly turned away when he raised his eyebrows. She didn’t need to add five spanks to a tally when her ass was already red raw.

“Now,” he said. “You have another five minutes to lie there and consider your actions past and present, and then you may continue to make lunch.” He walked to the sink and washed his hands. “By then I should have the new barbeque working.”

She was silent. Her poor bare ass, on show, was still sore despite the balm.

“Say yes, Sir,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

He stepped outside and Ava was left with the humiliation of presenting her welted bottom to the outside world as she fantasized about Griff shoving his big cock into her tight asshole and making her come.

It would be good… wouldn’t it?

Chapter 12

Ava enjoyed two days at the cottage with Griff without tallying any spanks from cheeking him or glaring.

She was feeling bold enough to ask for a trip home again. She really did want to get some things from her wardrobe.

“Like what?” he asked, looking up from the book he was reading.

She turned from the laptop. A design for the rose garden glowed bright on the screen.

“Essentials.”

He appeared to hold in a sigh. “You tell me what your idea of essentials is and I’ll tell you if I agree.”

She resisted the urge to pout—that would be five spanks. “Clothes.”

“You have clothes.”

“Only a few.” She plucked the sweats. “And I’ve been wearing the same things since I came here a week ago.”

“A week… yes.”

“Are you losing track of time?”

“No, it’s just my leave will be over soon. I’ll have to go into the station, do some paperwork or get out on the beat.”

“And what will I do?”

“Stay here, work on the garden design, work in the garden.”

She tipped her head and studied him. “Is that your long term plan? For me to be trapped here, a gardening sex slave?”

“You’re hardly a slave, you have everything you need to thrive here.” He hesitated. “But itisthe next stage of the plan… the plan for us.”

“So you want me to move into the cottage for the foreseeable future?”

He set his book to one side and stood. It always amazed Ava that he didn’t hit his head on the timber beams in the living room, but luckily he was about an inch lower than they were.

He walked over to her then stooped down onto one knee, rested his palms on her thighs.

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