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“We’re not going to breakfast, Sir?”
“Oh, we’re going to breakfast, but we need to go home and get your collar first.”
Utah wiggled in her seat with a small smile.
He shook his head as he drove. “I oughta punish you, you know. You could have saved us both a lot of time and headache if you had just said something.”
Swiping her tongue along her bottom lip, she asked, “How would you punish me?”
That was an interesting response…
He answered her question with a question. “How should I punish you?”
She gave him an impish smile and replied, “Use your imagination.”
Challenge accepted.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Utah
Poor Phoebe must have been confused when they returned to the house without having gone anywhere.
“Should we just leave her in the car?”
“No.”
The look on his face told her she was about to find out why.
“Let’s go get your collar, baby.”
She nodded, not trusting herself to talk, then followed him up the stairs.
Liam gestured toward the nightstand. “Bring it here.”
Scurrying to the side table, she picked up the necklace and returned to where he stood at the foot of the bed, then dropped to her knees without prompting. She stared up into his eyes as she offered it to him.
He held it up in front of her. “Tell me what this means.”
“It means you’re my Master. My sole purpose is to please you. It means I’m your sex toy, to play with whenever and however you want.”
“Good girl,” he murmured as he fastened the jewelry around her neck.
He held her chin between his finger and thumb as he gazed down on her.
“I know what your punishment is, honeybee.”
She felt her heart rate speed up.
“What is it, Sir?”
“When I snap my fingers—no matter what you’re doing, you’ll kneel in front of me, pull my cock out, and suck it until I tell you that you can stop.”
That was a punishment she could get on board with.
She stayed where she was, thinking he was going to snap his fingers just then, but instead, he offered her a hand to help her stand and said, “Let’s go eat breakfast.”
Utah had to admit, she was slightly disappointed, but the allure of specialty pancakes softened the blow.
