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“Consensual non-consent,” Steele said.
“Huh?” she asked, screwing up her nose. “That sounds like one of those tongue twisters. Consensual non-consent. Consensual non-consent. Consensual non-consent. Definitely tongue twister.”
“Means that he won’t wake you to ask your consent, because he already has it to do what he wants,” Steele explained.
“I’d always stay in your limits, though,” Grady told her. “And you always have your safeword.”
“I give my consent.”
Grady’s eyes widened.
“Perfect for us,” Steele called out.
Yeah. She certainly was.
“Then that’s something we’ll explore,” he told her.
She smiled at him widely. A genuine smile. “Goody.”
43
“Daddy, I’m tired of standing in the corner.”
They were in Steele’s office and he’d already spanked her. Now she was sitting in the corner on her hot and throbbing bare ass. While her cuts were shallow, Steele didn’t want her standing on her feet for too long.
But none of that was worse than having to write fifty lines about how she would not throw herself at someone or get out of the bed without permission.
Sheesh.
“Your ten minutes starts over again. You’re meant to be quiet in the corner.”
That. Just. Sucked.
“Is your back all right?” he called out.
She wasn’t going to fall for that trick. Nuh-uh.
“Effie? Is your back okay?” he asked, sounding worried. “Effie. Why aren’t you answering?”
“I am not answering on the grounds that if I do, you’re going to start corner time all over again.”
“Baby girl, if I ask you a question, I want an answer. Immediately. And I will not start corner time over again if I require you to answer me. Understand?”
Yeah. Sort of.
“My back is fine.” Well, it had kind of gotten a twinge earlier when she’d thrown herself at Grady in the kitchen. Since then, they’d eaten breakfast. Actually, Steele had fed her breakfast. Then he’d helped her shower, only to put her back in another of his T-shirts. All the while he’d been grumbling about getting her appropriate clothes.
Whatever that meant.
Grady had disappeared. But she wasn’t worried about that. Well, not much. He said he needed processing time. And the truth was, she was kind of processing too.
He was kinky. Really kinky.
And, it seemed, she might be really kinky too.
Who knew?
Nan would probably die of shock if she knew. But Effie had to start living her life. Not living the life that Nan thought she should.
