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The tears finally came as she lay there, gasping for air, wondering what the hell was wrong with her that dreaming about being punished by her godfather, by a man she’d known her entire life, had given her the best orgasm of her entire life.

Chapter Three

Luke wasn’t entirely sure if he was pleasantly surprised or disappointed when Dorothy came strolling back down the stairs exactly thirty minutes later. The maid trailing behind her, struggling with an oversized hot pink duffel bag, an odd little box in the same shade as the bag, and a giant matching suitcase definitely got his attention, though.

“Dorothy.”

At the sound of her name, she stopped dead on the stairs, her head snapping up, eyes wide with a mixture of defiance and fear he found oddly endearing. Her cheeks went pink at the sight of him, and he wondered if she was remembering her time over his knee.

That only seemed fair, since he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what a sight she’d made, kicking and screaming as he’d paddled her naughty little bottom.

“What?”

“You will carry your own bags while you are in my program. And you are only allowed one bag of personal items.”

“What?” she repeated, her voice rising to a shriek. “My skin routine doesn’t even fit in one bag!”

“Well, you’ve got about ten minutes to figure it out before I figure it out for you.”

“Ugh, fine. Come on, Bonnie.”

Snapping her fingers at the harried-looking woman behind her, Dorothy moved to continue her trek down the stairs when Luke cleared his throat.

“Oh my god, whatnow?”

“Bonnie, you can pass those bags off to Dorothy. Now,” he added when neither woman moved.

“Oh, um.” Bonnie’s nervous gaze flitted from him to Dorothy. “It’s fine. I can carry them the rest of the way.”

“Seriously, Uncle Luke, we’re almost to the foyer anyway.”

With a deliberately exaggerated sigh, he made a show of reaching for the buckle on his belt. “It’s going to be a very unpleasant plane ride for you, little girl.”

“No, Uncle Luke, I’m sorry!” Turning on the step, she yanked the duffel bag from Bonnie’s shoulder, nearly sending them both tumbling down the stairs.

He watched carefully as they made the exchange since he didn’t want her to actually harm herself, and after a few awkward minutes, Dorothy struggled her way down the rest of the stairs.

She was panting by the time her feet hit the foyer, and the glare she sent him would have been enough to level a lesser man. But he simply raised a brow and gestured to the floor. “Whatever you can fit in the duffel can come with you.”

“That’s not enough!” she whined as she dropped the bags at her feet.

“That’s the rule. But don’t worry, you’ll be wearing a uniform while you’re at the Ranch, so you don’t need many clothes.” Watching her flip open her suitcase, he couldn’t help but laughat the contents. “You certainly won’t need anything that fancy. Where do you think you’re going darlin’, the Maldives?”

The red in her cheeks darkened. “I thought maybe there’d be events or something. I just wanted to be prepared,” she grumbled, yanking the sequin and glitter-covered dresses from her suitcase.

It took her another half an hour, during which he shot off a text to his pilot letting him know they’d be a little late getting to the airport.

And, during which, her mother and father were conspicuously absent. Didn’t they at least want to say goodbye, considering they wouldn’t be seeing her for three months, at the minimum? He could understand her not wanting to see them, given how furious she was over the situation, but it didn’t sit right with him that his friends were letting their only daughter disappear from their lives without a word.

But Dorothy managed to unpack and repack her duffel bag until it was stuffed full of what she insisted were ‘essential items’ without them making an appearance. Pushing to her feet, she even managed to get the heavy bag up onto her shoulder, though her knees wobbled a bit with every step toward the front door.

Deciding that calling attention to her parents’ absence would hurt her in ways neither of them would enjoy, he didn’t say a word about it as he opened the door and guided her down the steps to his waiting car.

She wasn’t sure what she’d expected as far as travel arrangements went. But it certainly wasn’t a comfortable ridein a sleek luxury car to a small airport where she boarded an equally comfortable private plane.

If it hadn't been for Uncle Luke forcing her to haul her freaking duffel bag the entire way, she could almost pretend she was leaving for a nice, relaxing vacation.

“So, Dorothy,” Uncle Luke said after they were buckled into their respective seats, facing each other. “We’ve got a couple hours to talk. Do you have any questions about my program?”

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