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“It will.”
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Spook was having a hard time keeping a straight face with Maggie. She was his wildest dream help-mate. Now to see how much of a dream and how long that dream would last. Back at the shack, he retrieved the flogger from the wall and removed his shirt and handed the discipline tool to her.
She took it, looking at it. “What the hell is this?”
He turned his back to her to hide his smile. “It’s a flogger.”
She gave a light snort. “What animal is this made for? A cat or something?”
His snicker slipped out. “For people who need discipline.”
“Wow,” she said, sounding unimpressed. “So given the length of these straps, I’ll have to standrightbehind you and smack you with these…spaghetti strings.”
Fuck she was fun. “Yes. For four minutes. Time starts now.”
She got right to it all while complaining about how stupid she thought it was. He jerked when she focused on her rant and kept hitting him in the exact same spot.
“The tests were going so good and actually made sense till now. Who made this test up? Please don’t say you. Are you keeping track of the time?”
“Yes,” he strained, fighting not to laugh.
“How many minutes left of this?” she asked, sounding ripped off. “Oh my God,” she cried. “Is this frilly thing drawing blood?”
Frilly thing. He couldn’t wait to fuck her. “Two more minutes.”
“Itisdrawing blood!” she said, incredulous. And pissed. Good.
“Feel free to mark upotherparts of my back.”
“Really!?” she said, huffing now. “Howkindof you.” She worked his lower back. “I feel so ridiculous. I hope you do too. Are we beingwatched?” she suddenly asked, like that would be crossing the idiocy line.
“No.”
“Well thank God for that! Who made this test again? You never said.”
“I did.”
“Fuck you!” she erupted incredulous, smacking away. “There is no way you’d come up with something this childish!”
When the time was up, he announced, “Done,” then stepped away from the incoming whacks, sure she was getting faster and harder as she ranted on.
She threw the flogger down as Spook made his way to the table, his laughter getting harder to hold down.
“Are we done?” she asked. “Because I didn’t learn a damn thing other than maybe you’re really a masochist posing as an idiot.”
His laugh ripped out at that one. “Get your cute ass to this table and roll the dice for round two.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him.
He pointed to the table with raised brows.
She stormed over and rolled the dice then dug through the jar for the matching number roll which was nine. He sat in the chair careful not to lean back as he waited for her to read what was next.
“Flog your fuckinglegsSpook? I rolled a nine!”
He began removing his jeans. “You can quit,” he said.
