Page 72 of His Turn

“House hunt tomorrow. Got it on my calendar.”

“Good,” I say. We eat in silence after that. It makes her uncomfortable, but that’s exactly why I don’t talk. Just eat. And when we’re both finished, I pick up our plates and take the dishes to the sink. “So, are you ready for your punishment?”

“What?”

I turn to face her. Cross my arms over my chest. Lean into the countertop. “For slapping me, Nadia. You can’t slap me and get away with it. So are you ready? Or would you like a day to think about your actions and see if you can make it up to me tomorrow?”

“I thought you weren’t gonna make a big deal about the slaps?”

“This is me being cool about it. But everything has consequences.”

“What kind of punishment?”

“Slaps, of course.”

“On my face?”

“You slapped mine.”

“Fuck that.”

“I won’t leave marks. You won’t need excuses for why you have a black eye. I won’t beat you, Nadia. But it’s gonna hurt.”

“As much as I hurt you? Is that how this works? Well,” she says, dabbing her lips with her napkin, “I don’t think I hurt you too much. So let’s just do it now. Where do you want me?”

Jesus Christ. Point to Nadia for having balls. “Go lie across the arm of the couch,” I say.

“Face down? Or face up?”

“Down.”

“I thought you wanted to slap my face.”

“I’ll get there eventually.”

Her mouth makes an o shape. But she turns and walks across the room to the couch. One backward glance before she lowers herself as commanded.

“Spread your legs,” I say.

“Will you spank my ass?” she jokes. But she opens her legs. Her pussy is staring at me. Long, wet, pink folds stretched tight.

“No,” I say, opening up a kitchen drawer and grabbing the rope I keep in there. “You’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”

“No comment.”

Wise girl.

I take the rope over to her. “Hands behind your back.”

She obeys, giving in so easy. She has no idea who and what I am. Which pleases me. I loop the rope around her wrists She looks over her shoulder at me, face screwed up with questions. “I didn’t tie you up, Elias.”

“So?” I shrug. “What’s your point?”

“You said slaps.”

“I get it, Nadia,” I say, pulling the rope tight so she can’t get away. “You like this shit a lot. But try to play a little hard to get next time, will ya? Make it interesting for me?”

“God.” She sighs. “You’re a dick.”