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“Tomorrow.”
I slid my phone into my back pocket and knocked on the bedroom window. She jerked her head up toward the noise.
“There’s food in the kitchen.” I gestured toward the kitchen. She nodded but didn’t move.
She rolled her eyes and stepped back, pushing the curtain in front of the window.
Eye rolling. I made an addition to the list of reasons she would be meeting my belt before she ate.
Then, after she ate, I would, too.
Chapter 7
Aleksandra
“Where’s the coffee?” I picked up the empty carafe from the coffee maker. “I’ll get it started.”
Dmitri took the carafe from me. “Not yet, Aleksandra.” He cupped my chin, turning my face up to him. “You are all better now.” He narrowed his eyes, inspecting.
“I don’t feel like my feet are made of lead, no.” I tugged, but he held fast to my chin. “You said there was food.”
He ran his thumb over my lower lip. My eyes went straight to his mouth, to his full lips framed by the dark stubble of a beard he hadn’t bothered to shave in a few days. Slowly, his lips crept into a grin.
“There is. For later.” In one quick motion, he released me, only to have me up over his shoulder in the next breath.
“What are you doing?” I swung my fists into his back as he carried me to the back door.
“It is time for your punishment,” he announced. He dipped us as he carried me out the door into the backyard.
“No. No. No!” I hit his back harder, but all I connected with was more muscle. “Dmitri, please.” My ass wasn’t sore anymore from the spanking he’d given me at my apartment, and I wanted to keep it that way.
“Begging gets you nowhere, Aleksandra.” He smacked my ass. “At least not for a punishment. If you beg me for an orgasm, I might give in easier.”
Was he laughing?
He carried me clear across the yard to a shaded corner before he put me down on my feet again. As soon as my toes touched the grass, I bolted. And he had me caught in the next step.
“See. You still haven’t learned your lesson.” He picked me up off the ground and put me down, facing the fence. It was a wood-planked fence that came up to my chest.
“I’m sorry. I am.” I locked my knees and tensed my body, an old habit from a lifetime ago. Lock everything down to keep it all in.
“You’re not. But that’s all right.” He pulled out a small coil of rope from his jeans. “Give me your hands.”
“No.” I put them behind me.
He frowned.
“Don’t make it harder, or you’ll be cutting your own switch.” He gestured toward the tree line that started just on the other side of the fence. “I promise you a harsh lashing with my belt is nothing compared to what a switch will feel like.” He brought the rope up again. “Hands.”
Giving in would be surrendering to him, but I’d seen the bloody mess a switch could make. Shaking the memory from my mind, I raised my wrists to him.
“Good girl.” The approval in his tone somehow made it less of a betrayal on my part with my cooperation.
Quickly, he had me bound, wrist to wrist, then slipped the slack rope over the fencepost, pulling me up slightly on my toes when it snagged on a hook.
“There.” He leaned a shoulder against the fence, brushing my hair from my face. “You won’t be able to go anywhere.”
“You didn’t have to bring me out here for a spanking,” I muttered.
