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“Another time.”
But there likely wouldn’t be another time, which only upset me more.
“Come on, Kendall.” He grabbed a plush white robe and held it open for me. “Be a good girl and get out.”
I’d always been a “good girl.” I always followed the rules. I always did what I was supposed to. And I was sick of it.
I didn’t want to submit or obey. I wanted to rebel.
And even though being with Knox was its own sort of rebellion, I felt as if I’d barely stepped into my power. Into embracing my desires.
Knox had always encouraged me to express my opinion, especially with him. He’d made me feel safe to do so. Which was why I felt comfortable saying, “Maybe I don’t want to be a good girl,” even as I got a thrill from that small act of defiance.
“Kendall,” he chided.
I hesitated a moment, testing the boundaries. Pushing myself to stand up for my wishes. To assert my needs. Then I switched off the water, stepping out of the shower on my terms and into his arms.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, mostly in jest.
He turned me so my back was to the shower, pinning me against the glass. “Don’t call me that.”
His expression was murderous, and it only made me want to tease him more.
“Would you prefer, ‘Sir’?” I joked, relishing this newfound boldness.
“Kendall,” he growled, and I tried my hardest not to laugh.
“Okay. So, you’re not a fan of that either.” I ducked beneath his arm and darted toward the door. “How about ‘my king’? Or ‘mi rey,’ if you prefer?”
Oh my god. If Emmy could see me now. She’d die.
“Kendall,” Knox called again, his footsteps steady and loud as they pounded against the floor. “Don’t make me spank you.”
I ran around to the other side of the bed, putting the mattress between us. He glared at me over the top, and I laughed in return.
“If you want to spank me,” I said, breathless from laughter, “you’ll have to catch me first.”
He narrowed his eyes. But we both knew how much he delighted in a challenge. “Oh, I will. I’ll even give you a head start.”
I took off before he could say “Go,” heading down the hall as fast as my feet would carry me. My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear him counting, but it didn’t matter. He was fast. He was determined. And he would catch me.
But that didn’t mean I’d make it easy for him.
I raced down the hall, rushing down the stairs. I craned my head from side to side, wondering if I should hide. If I should keep running. I didn’t have much time, so I darted toward his office.
“Better run faster,” he taunted, his deep voice seeming to come from both everywhere and nowhere in particular.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever been more aroused. I could feel the desire pooling in my core. I ached for Knox’s touch. And then his arms were around my waist.
“Gotcha.” His voice was deeper, more gravelly. His beard tickling my jaw.
I laughed, struggling against him. Though, to be honest, I’d wanted him to catch me. He easily lifted me in the air, dropping me over his shoulder. My head hung down by his terry-clad ass. His arms banded around my thighs.
He slapped my ass over the robe, and it was hard enough to sting. But he kept his palm there, soothing me with his touch. For a moment, I froze, both intensely aroused and a little nervous.
I trusted Knox. I wouldn’t have started a game like this if I didn’t. But this was new territory, and I didn’t know what to expect. It honestly made it kind of fun.
I smiled to myself. I was finally letting go. Having fun. And it was all because Knox made me feel comfortable enough to play.
