Page 6 of The Cat's Dom

“What? Why?” she asked as she clung to the rung.

“Get off that fucking ladder.”

Cat carefully walked down the ladder until he could safely lift her off and not get paint poured on him. He took the paint can and brush and set it off to the side before he faced her and crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you mind telling me what the hell you were doing?”

She looked so sweet and confused he wanted to pull her into his lap and cuddle her against his chest. “I … well, I was painting, sir. I thought that was my job.”

He could tell she was fighting the urge to look down as a sub would do, and it made her very uncomfortable to look him in the eyes.

“You were six feet off the ground.”

She looked at the ladder and then back at him, even more baffled. “Yes.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose before he looked back at her and put his hands on his hips. “If you had fallen, you could have been seriously injured.”

“I was being careful.”

“I don’t give a shit. I’ll have someone else do the upper corners you can’t reach, and you can paint with the roller mostly.”

His eyes widened when her chin went up and her arms crossed over her chest.

“And if I don’t, would you fire me?”

He bent until he was nose to nose with her. “No, I’d paddle your ass red for starters.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You have no right to punish me.”

“I’m making it my right.”

She stomped her foot, and it took everything in him not to laugh or smile, but it was fucking hard when she looked so damn cute.

“And I’ll just quit,” she said.

He snorted. “Then I’d spank you for trying.”

Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, but I don’t get how a boss can say that.”

“Let’s see if this gives me the right.”

Her mouth dropped open to ask when he curled his hand around the back of her head and pressed his lips to hers. It felt and looked like an explosion in his head. Her taste and scent went right to his cock. The sound of something hitting the floor above got his attention so that he could pull back. His first sight of her with her eyes closed, her lips were red and swollen, and a flush of desire made him groan and dive back in.

Her moan made him jerk back to awareness. He cupped her face and stared down at her. He waited for her to open her eyes and loved that she had difficulty settling down. She blinked a few times and stared up at him. “Does that answer your question?” he asked.

She started to nod but then stopped and shook her head. “No. Just because you’re a great kisser doesn’t give you the right to boss me around.”

He smirked. “Since I am your real boss, I can, though, right?”

She scowled. “Yeah, I guess. But it’s stupid.”

His eyebrows rose. “Would you like to reword that, Little Sub?”

Cat stuttered. “Oh, well … um.” She paused with another confused expression. “No. I don’t think I want to.”

He had to bite his lip to keep from grinning. “Really?” He watched her body stiffen.

Her brows puckered. “Well, I guess I could say it differently.”

He nodded once. “I think you could, too.”

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