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He rinsed his cup out and set it in the dish drainer. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips.

“I’ll see you at two.”

“Okay.”

“Call me if you need me,” he told her.

She nodded. “Drive safe.”

“You, too, little squirrel. Oh, by the way.” He opened his truck door, looked at her, and grinned. “That little demonstration in the kitchen of the things I’m going to do to you if you’re naughty. I want you to think about how your body felt when I released you. You were pretty hot. Think about that and times it by twenty, and that’s what you’ll feel when I punish you.”

He saw the moment she understood, and then she scowled at him, making him laugh. “See you later.”

She was still scowling as he drove out of the driveway. He just taught her a valuable lesson in Dom/sub relationships. It’s one she wouldn’t forget.

Chapter Twelve

Janessa was thinking about the morning and what Nick had done and was still a bit pissed about it. She knew part of it was that passion was still making her cunt throb and secrete cum, but still, that wasn’t a nice thing to do to her, and it made her panties and jeans very uncomfortable.

She walked down the aisle of the local farm store, where she bought feed for her horses and a bag of dog food.

“Hi, Janessa.”

She almost groaned when she turned to see Henry standing a few feet away and turned back to the bags.

“Good morning.”

“Can I help you with that bag?”

“No. Thank you. I’ve got it.” She tried to ignore him as she piled dog food onto a flat cart and then walked toward the horse feed.

It was not a good morning to push her, and she was ready to pick up something and throw it at his head.

“Hey, Janessa, wait,” Henry said, rushing after her but stopping when he saw the other man.

“Hello, Janessa. You remember me from the barn party?”

She turned and relaxed when she saw it was one of Nick’s friends. “Yes. You’re Jake, right?”

He grinned. “Good memory. Are you having a problem?” he said, tipping his head toward Henry.

She sighed. “I don’t think so.”

Jake turned to face the other man. “Hello, I don’t think we’ve met,” he said and held out a hand. “Who might you be?”

“I’m Henry. I’m a good friend of Janessa’s.”

Jake looked at her and got a twinkle in his eyes. “What a coincidence. I’m her friend, too. Her man, Nick, and I have been friends for a long time, so I’m just getting to know her.” Jake smiled at her and winked an eye. “Nick says she’s pretty special.”

“Who’s Nick?” Henry said belligerently.

Jake looked at her and pretended to be shocked. “You haven’t introduced them yet?”

She bit her lip to keep from smiling. “No, there hasn’t been a chance.”

“Who the hell is Nick?” Henry yelled.

Jake turned more toward Henry, and she could tell his demeanor had changed. Henry also had because he started to look fearful and took a step back.

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