Page 16 of Wild Ever After
“The boys know, too.”
“I was the only one left in the dark.”
“I did call this afternoon.”
“To tell me you were coming up?”
“Don’t be silly. I knew better than that.”
“Even though I don’t like surprises.”
“If I’d told you I was coming, you’d have left town. You’ve been running from me for a year. You wouldn’t talk, see me, or apparently even read about me. You left me no other option but to show up out of the blue or kidnap you. I thought I chose correctly. Perhaps I was wrong.”
The small tilt of his lips after he finished speaking made her feel a variety of things. Happiness. Love. Shame. Lust. Sadness. “Kidnap me?”
“Bag over the head, rope around your wrists and ankles, and a gag over that pretty mouth. Kidnapping.”
“Hmm…”
“We can still do that if you’d prefer.”
“You’re already here. Something would be lost in the authenticity, I believe.”
“You haven’t lost your smartass edge at all, have you?”
“I had to hold onto it when I returned to teaching.”
“Yes, we’ll get into all that later. Right now, you have a decision to make.”
“Another one?” He was back to being all business, all serious.
He casually lifted and lowered his shoulders in a shrug. “I’m feeling generous.”
“I’m not the only one who kept their smartass edge. What are the choices this time?”
“Birthday spanking. Over my knees or bent over the bed?”
“Harry, I —”
“You will be spanked and it will be now. Tell me how you want it. And do not even think of saying Harry again. I’ve warned you. We’re in private. You call me Sir. Harry comes out of your mouth and I will stuff your mouth with something so you cannot talk at all. What’s it to be? Over my knees or over the bed?”
“We haven’t… We…”
“My knees or the bed? That’s all that I require you to say right now.”
She would never tire of his high handedness in the bedroom. From the first night they spent together and his quietly issued orders to stay still, to let him pleasure her, to open for him… No ropes or cuffs involved, just his voice, his hands, his body… To each time after and more orders, more gentle direction, she became addicted to sex with him and doing as he said, He never failed to make her scream, never failed to treat her as the most precious girl in the world.
He’d done everything with an understated confidence that before long she was dressing for him, keeping her hair the way he liked it, wearing the red lipstick he said was his favorite the day after she bought it.
Her personal life became all about Harry Walker and she’d never once looked back. Not until…
“The bed,” Bella answered, refusing to think about that night just yet.
“The bed what?”
“Sir. The bed, Sir.”
“That’s my girl. Take your pants off.”
