Page 108 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

His gaze narrowed, letting her know he preferred an answer. Unfortunately, she didn’t have one to give. Suffering from a fuzzy head after two days of travel, she sort of wished her brain would tell her body this wasn’t a good time. Problem was her body was all systems go and fucking horny.

He rattled off the next items on the list, one right after another with no pause. “Vibrator. Butt plug. Dildo.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. So long as they’re new, not used.”

He chuckled again. “Agreed. And not a problem.”

“Wow. You’re a regular sex shop.”

His hands drifted to the sheet and he tugged it down. “Lay down, Amy.”

So much for the get-to-know-you phase of the evening. She started to assume the position, but froze. “Wait. You didn’t tell meyourlimits.”

“I lied. I don’t have any.”

Bloody hell. She gave herself until count of ten to reconsider, silently saying the numbers in her head.

“Amy. I don’t like to repeat myself.”

His deep voice sent a sharp thrill through her. She hadn’t mistaken her true desire for bondage and submission. She’d felt pulled to those types of erotic romance novels for years, devouring the delicious graphic details as she read page after page, book after book. Whenever she came across something she didn’t understand, she’d head to the internet, her research almost always leading to daydreams that turned into wild fantasies that kept her vibrator busy, night after night.

Now here she was, a lonely Aussie schoolteacher, naked in bed with a domineering stranger who was promising to teach her some very naughty, very sexy lessons.

Who was she to refuse? For tonight, the teacher was going to be the student. Bring it on.

She lowered herself to the mattress, not bothering to reach for the sheet. The look in her handsome stranger’s eyes told her it would be a waste of time.

Reaching for her hands, he lifted them to the pillow and placed them beside her head. It was a pose of surrender, but she didn’t resist. She’d thrown up her white flag the moment she’d lain down.

“Leave them there.”

“Okay.”

He paused, obviously waiting for something.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking around.

“When I give you an order, Amy, the proper response is ‘Yes Sir’.”

“Oh yeah. Right. Got it.” She pasted on a look of innocence, knowing her reply would annoy him.

“You don’t mess around, do you? Change of plans. Since you want to play the naughty girl, we’ll start with a punishment.”

As he spoke, he lifted her. She wasn’t exactly a small woman. She liked her vegemite on toast as much as the next girl. Withholding that treat or counting calories wasn’t something she was willing to do. Regardless of the extra pounds, her handsome Sir picked her up as if she were stuffed with feathers, putting her on her stomach with ease.

“Lift your ass.”

“Excuse me?” She twisted her head to look at him over her shoulder.

“Wrong answer. Again.” He gripped her hips none too gently, raising her. Then he forced her to bend her legs, resting her weight on her knees. The new position left her very exposed. And wet.

She didn’t have time to consider what that meant before his hand struck her arse. It took her off-guard and it fucking hurt.

She started to rise, but he placed a strong hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her face against the pillow.

“Don’t move.”

“I’ll bloody well do whatever I want,” she said as his hand landed against her sensitive flesh once more.

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