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“Ouch! What the fuck!”
“If I tell you to come down, I mean it. When are you going to learn to do as you’re told?”
“When I’m dead. I’m okay, aren’t I? Stop acting like a bloody drama queen and you need to move, otherwise we’re both going to fall. This ladder wasn’t built for two.”
“You are on so many fucking strikes, Ruby.”
“Goody, now move, please?”
He lowered to the hall floor, and I looked at him before I took the last step down.
“How many strikes?” I asked.
“Too fucking many,” he replied.
“Should I go back up and hide?”
“You should get your fucking arse off that ladder before I whip it!”
“Oh, you look quite cross. Have you still got hold of Grandma’s dress?”
I knew I was pushing him, but his buttons were so easy to press, I couldn’t help myself.
“Get. Off. The. Ladder.” He stepped towards me and grabbed my wrist.
“All right! Blimey, it’s just one more step.”
As I spoke, the tread gave way and I thumped to the floor. It was a matter of inches, but you’d have thought I’dfallen over the banister the way Sebastian was flapping.
“See! That could have happened while you were up there.” He pointed to the hatch.
“But it didn’t.Thathappened when I was one rung up a ladder. One rung! Do you think you might be overreacting just a little? Plus you’ve probably left a bruise on my arse, so that must count for one strike.”
He grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards him. He then picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
“Watch the dress!” I called, as he dropped it on the floor.
He stepped over it and walked us into my bedroom.
“You can’t just do one fucking thing I ask, can you?” He let me fall to the bed and leaned down over me, his hands either side of my head. “One thing, that’s all I asked.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was important,” I said, and then bit down on my lower lip.
“Go on, fucking laugh.”
I giggled. “You’re all cave man and I kinda like it,” I said, laughing more.
He silenced me with a kiss.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. My legs were dangling off the bed and when he lifted up, he pulled my sweatpants down.
“No underwear?”
“I didn’t have time.”
“All the better for me.” He pushed my t-shirt up and dragged my bra under my breasts.
He released his cock from his jeans and positioned himself at my entrance.
