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“Of course, I do.”
“Then do it. Do you have to obey Bron in every little thing—anticipate everything that might upset him?”
“Well, yes.”
”Is he going to come back and beat you whether or not you disobeyed?”
“Yes.”
“So, if you disobey, then at least you’ll know you’ve earned it.”
He gave a slightly hysterical sounding laugh. Slowly, he pulled my shirt out of my unresisting hands. I settled back onto his lap, and he placed his hand between my shoulder blades.
“We’ve done a lot more than this.”
“I know, but we’re so…unsupervised right now.”
“We are.”
“I suppose if he’s going to punish me either way, it makes sense, but then I could do anything—we could do anything.”
“Yes. Anything we want to do. He’s only in charge of making decisions for you now because you allow it, Ilya.”
“So, you think you should make decisions for me instead?”
“I think you should make your own decisions based on what you want. You’re too old to listen to a nursemaid, even if he’s big and scary and hot.”
His grunt of acknowledgement was very Bron-like.
He ran his palm slowly over my back, making me sigh with pleasure. Most men I’d been with never bothered with anything as innocent as a backrub.
“Your skin is so smooth and soft,” he mused. “It’s like petting a puppy.”
I blurted a laugh. “A puppy?”
“That’s funny?”
“It’s adorable, but most women would probably prefer you say something like ‘your skin is like silk.’”
“I’ve never touched silk. Maybe I should say ‘your skin is like a green tree after stripping off the bark’?”
I buried my face in my hands and tried not to laugh, but my body shook with mirth.
“A stripped tree is very smooth,” he said defensively. His hands had stopped moving, and I squirmed until he took the hint.
He traced random shapes on my back, and I quivered and sighed, and squeaked when it tickled too much.
“Touching you is making my dick hard,” he complained, shifting beneath me.
“You’re supposed to pretend it isn’t.”
“Can’t you feel it?”
Well, it was digging into my side.
“Does your cock get hard when you touch a stripped green tree?”
“Trees aren’t warm and pretty and have curves that make my teeth ache to bite them.”
“Ilya! You wouldn’t really bite me, would you?”
“Right here,” he murmured, brushing a fingertip along the spot between my neck and my shoulder. I shivered. “And here.” He swatted my ass, leaving a delicious sting.
I gasped at his audacity. “You’d bite my ass?”
He drew squiggles on my back, which made me hum with pleasure.
“When I spanked you at the hotel, it was all I could think about. I want to leave teeth marks so people know you’re mine.”
“Okay, werewolf man.”
“Maybe I will gobble you up like the wolf with Red Riding Hood. Bron will have to cut me open with an axe to get you out.” He growled and grabbed a handful of my ass.
I laughed. “It’s a good thing you don’t have Wi-Fi. I can’t imagine what your porn searches would look like.”
“I only have my mind and my notebooks.”
“Let me read one.”
“No.”
“Where do you keep them?”
“I burned them.”
“You did not!” I scrambled off his lap and gave him an evil grin before dashing from the room. My socked feet skidded on the hardwood. He chased me, of course, as I led him directly to his bedroom.
I’d never been in his room before—or Bron’s, for that matter. The door wasn’t locked, and so I burst in and scanned the room for anything that looked like a journal. Groaning shelves held books and spiral bound notebooks, along with wooden sculptures of animals and screaming faces. A dustless dresser. A tidily made bed.
Where would I even start?
I heard him hesitate at the door. “You shouldn’t be in here.”
“Why? Is Daddy going to spank you for having a girl in your room?”
