Page 320 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“Mine, I guess,” she said reluctantly. Even though she'd stopped in and fed her cat when she changed clothes earlier, she felt bad that she'd been gone all weekend.

She wriggled in her seat a bit, wondering what would happen next. Would he come in? Would he spend the night at her place? No, the sunlight wasn't safe for him there. Would he spank her for rolling her eyes?

“Dom, can we revisit the eye rolling rule?”

“No.”

She wheedled, “It's just that it's sort of an automatic thing. Like a reflex. I can't really help it.”

Dom looked over at her. “I really have you scared of spankings now, haven't I?”

It was true. Now that she'd experienced such a painful one, she wasn't in a hurry to repeat it, despite the fact that thinking about the way he'd handled her was the hugest turn on. She shrugged. “Kind of,” she said in a small voice.

He picked up her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “How about this? I promise you that if I spank you for rolling your eyes at me, it will only be the fun kind of spanking. Can you live with that?”

She smiled in relief and a bit of excitement. “Yes,” she breathed.

At her place, he got out and walked up to the door with her. When she started to go in, he pulled her back onto the porch for a kiss. “You look tired, cara. I'm going to let you get your sleep.”

“Oh.” she was disappointed.

Dom's phone buzzed and he pulled it out, saying, “Excuse me.”

She probably shouldn't have, but she looked over his shoulder to see him open a text from Fox.

Roxanna is looking for you.

Dom turned his phone off immediately as if to hide the message. “I've gotta go,” he said with a grim look on his face. He pressed the car key into her hand, gave her a quick peck on the lips and dematerialized without another word.

She stood there like an idiot on her porch staring at the place he'd just been. Her kitty Zapper twined around her ankles, happily purring, oblivious to her pain.

Who the fuck was Roxanna?

Chapter Seven

Dom materialized in the living room right after Fox texted him.

“What do you know?”

“I heard from Randolph. He said people have been asking around about whether you're still alive, and where you might be now. I'm telling you, you're the next target.”

“Fuck.” Dom breathed.

“Yeah.” He was relieved that Dom was taking him seriously this time.

“Who knows where we are? Besides Randolph?”

He shook his head. “Randolph only knows I'm in the Southwest. He doesn't even know which state. Honestly, I can't think who else. Some of Stella's people might know.”

“Is she here?”

He nodded.

Dom bellowed her name and she emerged from her wing of the complex.

“Fox hears people are asking where I am. Who do you know who knows where we are?”

Stella considered. Then she shook her head. “No one. I've been careful.”

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