Page 43 of Haden

Sighing, I rub my nose against my girl’s. I hesitate. There aren’t many people I would divulge this to, but ironically, with Emilia, it doesn’t matter. “Money.”

She frowns. “Money?”

Nodding, I continue, “I have a sizable inheritance. I like to pretend I don’t, so most people aren’t aware. When my grandparents died, I took my part, invested it, and ignored it. I prefer to live an ordinary life. I love my work. Renovations make me feel alive. I would never quit my job and lie on the beach with a cocktail just because I can.”

“Does Brody know?” she asks as if I just told her I’m thinking about buying a car. She’s a true gem.

“Yeah. He knows. Brody has known for a while. We told Dallas a few weeks ago. I didn’t want your family to ever think for one moment that I was here to scam anyone or try to get a piece of the family inheritance.”

My girl scoffs. “You don’t think it will seem that way with you claiming the first Wilde woman you saw?”

I slap a palm over my forehead. “I guess I should have waited until a few more Wilde cousins showed up so I’d have some more to pick from. Maybe you wouldn’t be my first choice.”

Emilia swats at me. “There will be no other women. Eyes on me, big guy.”

I give her butt cheeks a squeeze, enjoying the way she winces. Her bottom is bright red and sore. I love it. As soon as we get out of this shower, I’m going to take pictures of it.

We need to get a move on. It’s technically my first day on the job. Emilia’s, too. I don’t want to saunter over to the office at ten. So I turn my girl around, grab the shampoo, and pour it into my palm.

She tips her head back and moans while I massage her scalp. I meant what I said about her hair. It’s the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen. I don’t want her to cut it. Obviously, if it were really important to her, I’d concede, but in the meantime, it is a physical representation of her submission. Every time it sways when she walks, I’ll think about the fact that I told her not to cut it. It will make my cock hard and my chest tight.

After putting conditioner in her hair and then washing the rest of my girl’s perfect body, I hand her the soap and let her wash me while I do my hair. I’m too tall for her to reach my head.

When she wraps her palm around my shaft and slides it up and down, I grab her wrist. “Naughty girl. Do you need another spanking before breakfast?”

“No, Sir.” She releases me immediately.

“I didn’t think so.” I finish rinsing, make sure all the conditioner is out of Emilia’s hair, and turn off the water.

As soon as we’re out of the tub, I wrap a towel around my hips and dry my girl from head to toe, wringing out her hair as much as I can. When I’m done, I grab her hairbrush and work through the length of her hair until it’s tangle-free.

“May I please get dressed, Master?” she sasses.

“Nope. First, I want to take pictures of your red ass. I’ll give it a few more swats to freshen up the red tinge. Then I’m keeping that photo in my phone. When you misbehave, I’ll text it to you as a reminder of what you can expect that night.”

She shakes her head. “Do you ever slow down? Where do you come up with all these ideas?”

I shrug and turn her toward the bedroom. “You know the drill. Hands on the mattress, feet planted wide, breasts hanging heavy.”

Her shoulders drop as she aims for the bed like the naughty girl she is.

I grab boxer briefs from my bag, put them on, and shrug into jeans before taking my phone over to where Emilia has gotten into the required position.

“Good girl. Take another step back. Straighten your arms and let your head hang between your elbows this time. I want your bottom pushed high.”

Fuck, she’s sexy. My cock can’t take this. Her hair hangs damp and straight, nearly dragging along the floor below her. It sways against her breasts, teasing me with the occasional glimpse of rosy nipples.

“I’m going to give you six swats to refresh the color and remind you to obey me today.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Damn, her ass is fine. It’s still red from earlier. The warm water in the shower probably kept her aware of the slight pain. She doesn’t move or flinch as I add half a dozen firm slaps, back and forth, darkening the color. When I’m done, I quickly snap several pictures.

Emilia breathes heavily as I help her stand and hold the phone up for her to see the most recent pictures.

“Ohmygod. You’d better not ever share those with anyone. I’d never forgive you.”

“I won’t, baby. I promise.” I kiss her. “Now, let’s see about your clothes. Do you have a lot of jeans?”