Caden:
Pizza. My house?
Jack:
I’m game
Eli:
We need a plan
Me:
Exactly
I glance over at our girl. She’s ignoring me still. After the spanking, I kind of expect the cold shoulder. Better than a weepy girl afraid of her own shadow. Much better. More to break.
Jack:
Did she cry?
Me:
Nah
Caden:
Nice
Me:
She’s angry
Eli:
I like an angry kitten
I refuse to smile, but I know Eli. He’d prefer a girl who spits fire than a weeping daisy. So far Harper hasn’t disappointed. Most girls would be a crumbling mess after being spanked in front of most of their classmates.
Not Harper. Girl couldn’t give a fuck.
That just means more boundaries to be pushed.
I reach over, grab her ponytail close to her head, and turn her to face me. I can see the pain in her eyes as I tug her hair, but she doesn’t make a noise as she meets my eyes.
“We need to know how untouched you are.”
“Why?” She presses those lips together again, considering what to say next.
I give her a moment. She should answer if she knows what’s good for her.
She huffs out a breath. “Why can’t you just leave me alone? It’s only one more year. You haven’t bothered me in the many years we’ve gone to school together. Just let me go my way and you can go yours. I won’t be your sex doll.”
If she thought that would put me off, she’s in for a shock.
“It doesn’t matter who you are. It only matters what you are.” I lean in close enough to see the anger still flaring in her eyes. “You are an affront to our leadership. A hot little thing like you slipping through our fingers for years? Tell me, have you ever given or received head?”
She presses her lips together.
