Page 11 of Daddy's Little Spy

“Consequences? Like what?”

“Like getting that beautiful bottom of yours paddled until it’s red and blazing, and you’re promising to be a good girl forever and ever.”

Heat bloomed on her cheeks — and between her thighs. Did he just threaten to spank her? Like a naughty child caught with their hand in the cookie jar? “You can’t be serious.”

“I suppose you’ll find out for yourself. Unless you think you can be a good girl until dinner.”

“I think I’ve changed my mind about dinner, thank you.”

“Have you?” His smile turned wicked, and an answering gleam lit his dark eyes. “I don’t think you have at all. I think the idea of being over my knee, getting your bottom spanked like the naughty little girl you are has your panties soaked. But I’ll make you a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” she asked, unable to quell her curiosity despite the more rational part of her brain screaming at her to run.

“If you don’t meet me tonight, I’ll consider that my sign that you’re serious about not being interested and I’ll leave you alone. But if you come to dinner, you are mine. And if you’ve been naughty, I will punish you as I see fit. Fair enough?”

His offer gave her the rest of the day to decide on her next move. Stick with the original, far safer plan of befriending Amara or take the far more dangerous path and let Benito seduce her? There was one option her sorely neglected pussy was obviously, wildly in favor of, but being led around by her lady parts was a surefire way to get herself killed.

Ten hours, if nothing crazy happened on her shift. Ten hours to make up her mind, to devise a plan.

“I’ll think about it.”

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