Page 48 of Daddies' Captive

It was Steele’s turn to stare down at her. “You look like a little kid. Maybe what she needs is a booster seat, since she’s so tiny.”

“Tiny? Me? Have you seen my ass?”

Suddenly, they both grew still and it seemed like the air had been sucked out of the car.

“Not liking the way you keep putting yourself down,” Steele said in a dark voice. “And you might want to stop.”

Don’t ask. Don’t ask.

“Or what?”

Shit. She had to ask.

“Or I’ll turn your ass red.”

“Steele,” Grady warned.

Steele sighed. “Fuck it. Employee.”

“Employee,” Grady repeated.

Huh?

She wasn’t keeping up. Sometimes it seemed like they were having a conversation between the two of them and she was missing the secret code.

“That sucks. She needs a good spanking.”

“You want to spank me?” she asked in a high-pitched voice.

“Yeah, my hand is really twitchy.” Steele held his hand up.

“Oh no. Do you need to see a doctor about that?” she asked.

“Doctor? No, Spitfire. Only cure for this twitch is to spank a naughty bottom.”

“That sort of twitchy,” she whispered.

“That sort of twitchy,” he confirmed.

“Which he will not do as you are going to work for us,” Grady said firmly.

“She doesn’t work for us yet,” Steele said.

“And she won’t if you spank her,” Grady countered.

“Wait, you seriously want to spank me? You . . . you can’t do that without consent, right?”

Steele turned again so his back was against the door and he could stare down at her. “I might be reading you wrong, but I don’t think you’re opposed to that idea.”

Effie swallowed heavily, trying to search for calm. Inwardly, she was kind of freaking out.

But it was the good kind of freak out.

It doesn’t mean anything.

Well, it meant something. It suggested that Steele was a man who liked to spank. It shouldn’t come as much of a shock, they were both super-dominant men. But in different ways. With Steele, it was more in your face. With Grady, it was a cooler, calmer need for control.

But no less potent.

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