Page 45 of Her Devious Daddies

“No one is rushing me. I figured after a man like Logan claimed me as his, I’d feel so utterly content that I’d never question him. Oh, it’s not him I’m questioning.” Frustrated, I moved off her and laid next to her, pulling her against me.

“Hey.” Karsyn poked my rib cage.

“Quit it.”

“No. You’re all in your head, August. Aren’t you? Shit! Wait.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“I can’t do what you said about your name. This is a serious conversation about our relationships. I need to be able to speak freely.”

“You can always say what’s on your mind. However, the topic is another reason for you to remember my title.”

She vacated the bed and walked out into the hallway naked. Leaning up on my elbows I shot her a questioning look. I had a feeling I knew what she was about to do, but nothing to back up my wondering.

“You’re all in your head, August.” She repeated her statement once she was outside the bedroom.

“Naughty little thing,” I chided. She leaned her hands on either side of the door jamb. Rolling out of bed, I grabbed her waist, tugging her back into my room. She stepped backward, planting most of her body in the hall. We stared at each other for a full fifteen seconds. “You can either get your ass back into bed or you can stand in the corner until you’re ready to behave.”

“This is important.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Why can’t I say your name while we are in the bedroom? Give me an answer, please? If I can understand the reasoning behind it, maybe I’ll be able to remember it.”

I rubbed my throat while I thought about how to answer her. I didn’t appreciate the way she was challenging me. The irony wasn’t lost on me, since I was guilty of the same thing with Logan. Brats and their loopholes. I didn’t consider myself someone who regularly wrangled them, but I had dated plenty, and apparently, I was one.

“Bed or corner, Feisty?”

She sulked, tossing one long strand of her hair over her shoulder. Her ponytail had come undone during our intense lovemaking. After a few more seconds of sulking, she walked back into my room. Instead of returning to the mattress, she grabbed her panties from the pile of clothing and stepped into them.

That wouldn’t do. Keeping my posture as neutral as possible, I wrapped an arm around her waist and used my free hand to wrestle her panties off. I slapped either side of her ass for good measure.

“I can’t do this, Sir. I can’t follow your rules if I don’t understand them.”

“I gave you two choices. Pick one. Once you do that, we will discuss our rules. It will show us where there is room to negotiate.”

Karsyn worked her bottom lip in and out between her teeth. She shook her head as if fighting a battle I couldn’t see. “I want to stay here tonight with you in your bed.”

I lifted her into my arms and brought her around to the other side. Lowering her gently I climbed on top of her.

“It’s more than a show of respect, babygirl. Whether or not we are in the bedroom, I am in charge. From what I’ve experienced myself, the more casual we speak, the easier it is for the dynamic to slip. I don’t want that to happen to us.”

“I’m not calling you by your name to be disrespectful.”

“If it were up to me alone, I’d only have you call me by a title.”

“That feels difficult.”

“It doesn’t have to be, it’s about comfort level and expectations. I won’t force you to do something you’re not on board with, regardless of how I feel about it.”

“Even in public?”

“No, sweetheart. Not in public. The only exception would be Logan’s club since it’s open but mainly private.”

“If there can be the understanding that I won’t be punished for slipping up. I will do my best to use a title all the time. It’s going to take me a while to get used to it. I do want to please you, but it’s going to be difficult if I’m getting in trouble.”

I brushed my thumb across each of her nipples in turn. “Deal.”

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