Page 22 of Flog Me, Sir

Chapter Eight

Garret

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, Lissa’s reply shooting blood straight to my dick.

“Problem?”

Fighting the urge to adjust myself, I glanced over at my friend Rian who’d just arrived at the estate that afternoon. “Got a little date at the church in ten minutes.”

One of his eyebrows shot up, a glint of interest in his eyes. “One of Adam’s?”

“My own,” I replied, knowing in that moment that I didn’t want to scene with anyone Adam contracted for an evening of debauchery with his guests.

“Flavor of the week?” he asked with a chuckle, knowing too-well how I worked my way through women.

I didn’t bother with an answer, because he was ten times worse.

“Been thinking about that sister of yours,” he said and sipped from his tumbler, ice clinking as he lowered the emptied glass.

I scowled. “She’s off limits, Ri,” I reminded him. “You’re too fucking old. Too fucking cruel.”

“And too much of a fucking player,” he added before I could toss on my usual third and final insult. “I know.”

While I loved the man like a brother, same as Adam and Jordan, the thought of his heavy hand on my sister sickened me. The man didn’t hold back, didn’t have a softer side. I’d yet to see a submissive who could take the beatings he dished out and ask for more.

“Stick to your flavor of the day—and leave my sister the hell out of it,” I muttered.

He chuckled. “But she’s so goddamn lush—ripe—”

“Ri,” I warned him to not push me, my voice low.

Laughing, he slapped my back. “Go use a flogger on your flavor of the week and work off that tension riding your ass, brother. I’ll stay away from your little sister.”

“She’s more than that,” I said, my glare narrowing even further.

“Hmm. Sounds serious. Do tell.” He chuckled while swirling the ice around in his empty glass.

“Maybe another time,” I grumbled and strode off without another word, nodding at Adam before leaving the room. I’d already gotten his permission to use the church that night—alone. He and Lily, and whoever else decided to join in the fun planned for that evening, would have to do so elsewhere.

Leaving them to their own vices, I made my escape from the stuffy room, my strides taking me out beneath the dark, clouded over sky, stars hidden from view. Chirps of tree frogs accompanied my quick walk through the gardens, but my focus held on the dim light through the church's frosted panes.

She’d beaten me there.

Keying in the code, I held my breath, imagining what I would find on the other side of the door. Like a shovel hit me in the goddamn chest, I pulled up short on the threshold, my focus, my hold on sanity nearly sucked right back into the night.

Lissa knelt as ordered, her skin pale in the overhead light, the backs of her hands on her thighs, head bowed and stick-straight hair hanging to hide her face. My little newbie sub, presenting like a fucking pro.

I bit back the curse on my lips and shut the door behind me, flicking the deadbolt that would keep everyone out regardless of the key coded lock. Turning, I found her unmoved, sexy as fuck offering submission I hadn’t expected or hoped to receive so damn quickly.

I’d texted the order expecting she would snort or laugh—at least a snarky reply in return. The one she’d sent—without a laughing emoji—had come as a surprise. The best one of my goddamn life. But seeing her on her knees?

I needed to bust a nut. Drain my balls dry first so I could focus on opening her eyes without distraction from the raging need inside me. Otherwise, I might end up hurting her with a heavy hand—the last thing she needed.

“I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful in my entire life,” I said, hating that my voice shook.

Lissa let out a heavy exhale, her shoulders relaxing.

“Such a good little girl, obeying me like this.” I moved closer, shucking my suit coat and yanking my tie loose, so damn ready to blow, my hands trembled. “I think you deserve a reward, sweet thing. Would you like that?”

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