Page 82 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“No, it’s something else.”

Really?

I rolled my eyes his way. “Care to elaborate?”

“No.”

Figures.

Well, two could play at that game.

“I refuse to choose.”

Gio’s eyes darkened. “That’s not an option.”

“I beg to differ. My refusal clearly falls into the something else parameters of option two.”

I thought for sure Gio was going to grind his teeth or growl something. Instead, he remained calm and folded his arms over his chest.

“There’s only one problem with that.”

Curious to see where this was going, I crossed my arms back at him. “And what’s that?”

“Said options were not created by you, they were given to you. Therefore, you cannot set the parameters. Your refusal is rejected.”

Damn, foiled by own technicalities. Didn’t see that one coming.

“Okay,” I could play this game. “I request more information on option one. What will happen after I place my hands on the wall?”

Based on the fact that I had literally no information on option two, I figured the wall was my best bet.

“I’m not required to give you more information.”

True, but, “If I’m required to make a choice, then you, as the option giver, are required to provide me with the proper information to make said choice.”

This entire argument was oddly hot. Did his eyes always sparkle like that? I kind of wanted to run my hands over Gio’s chest and feel his steady heartbeat while he put me in my place. There was seriously something wrong with me.

“I’m not required to do anything. But…” Gio slowly raked his gaze down the length of me and smacked his lips together. “I’ll grant your request. The wall option involves a spanking.”

I suppressed a shiver and rolled my shoulders back. Couldn’t let him know I was getting some sort of sick thrill out of this.

“With my belt.”

Oh, I didn’t like the sound of that. “With your belt?”

“That’s right.” Gio nodded.

There was definitely something wrong here. Since when was Gio Mancini straightforward? This all felt too… easy.

If I wasn’t so busy enjoying our verbal conflict, then I might’ve noticed the sinister way the corner of his mouth lifted. He was playing with me. Bastard.

“Are you gonna make me call you Daddy too?” I looked him dead in the eye. “Or do you want to keep pretending I have a choice in this?”

Gio dropped the ruse of calmness from his expression and allowed that dark smirk to curl his lips. “You’re learning. Now, put your hands on the wall.”

This was a losing battle, I knew that. One way or another, Gio would make me do what he wanted. But he’d never make me complacent.

“Okay,” I shrugged. “But I hope you spank me harder than Atlee does.”

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