lesson in obedience. Once you’re ready, I’m seein’ you home.”
Without thinking, Kelly shook her head. “That’s not necessary, Sir. I can take a cab.”
“No, Kelly. You’re mine now, and I will not have you takin’ public transportation when I can drive you myself. Especially, not this late at night.”
Not wanting to put him out of his way, she opened her mouth to protest, only to shut it when he raised a cautioning finger. “I’m warnin’ you now, darlin’, I’d best hear no objection comin’ outta those lovely lips of yours, unless you’re hankerin’ for another session over my knee.”
Since she definitely didn’t want that, Kelly obediently dressed while her new Dom watched from a few feet away, his gaze openly admiring. Once she got her skirt and top on, he took her by the elbow to the entrance so she could retrieve her shoes and purse, then escorted her out to his car. A silver Lexus.
Even if it wasn’t the latest model, she considered it a most impressive set of wheels, considering he worked as a police detective. He opened the door for her and waited for her to settle before he reached in to make sure her seat belt was buckled properly. After getting in on the other side, he asked where she lived. When she told him, he said, “Know the place well. You lean back and relax, and I’ll get you home in two shakes.”
The ride was so smooth, Kelly floated into a twilight sleep. It seemed like only seconds had passed before Jim opened her door again. Taking his hand, Kelly stepped out of the car, all-too-aware of the firm palm settling at her waist before she was briskly escorted inside. Uh oh. It didn’t matter if she wanted him to come upstairs or not. This Dom intended to make sure she was settled before he left, and expected her to go along with his wishes without comment. Kelly made no dissent, since even hinting at an objection would most likely get her spanked again. Despite his arrogance and marked tendency toward bossiness, his determined mindfulness of her welfare caused Kelly to feel desired and protected, but it didn’t solve her problem.
She hadn’t cleaned in weeks.
Too embarrassed to let him see how she lived, Kelly balked at asking him in. So, when they got to the door of her fifth floor apartment, she held her hand out.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He grasped her wrist, pulled her close, kissed her and extended his palm. “Keys,” he ordered.
Sighing, Kelly dug around in her purse and slapped them into his hand. She received an arched eyebrow in return.
“Look, the place is a mess,” she admitted. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to come home with me.”
He gave her chin a light pinch. “Kelly girl, I’m not here to inspect your house keepin’ skills. I’m here to make sure you’re tucked in safe and sound. So, relax.”
When she sighed in response, he regarded her with a frown. “Yes, Sir,” she answered, though even she heard the petulance in her tone.
Choosing to ignore her ungracious attitude, he opened her door, grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him as he walked through her apartment, thoroughly checking the place out. She tried several times to tug free so she could at least pick up the pile of dirty laundry she had scattered over the couch, but he refused to let go. Left with little choice except to obey, she followed him around and continued to apologize as he went through and searched every room, including her small laundry area. By the time she’d uttered her tenth ‘sorry,’ he turned and drew her into his arms.
“Would you stop apologizin’, woman? If you’re so upset about it, we’ll work on your organizational abilities as a project. At least I’m gettin’ an idea of how you live.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she muttered under her breath.
Kelly received a firm swat for her flippant response along with an order to shush. Even though none of her clutter seemed to faze him, she could tell he was making mental notes, which
Without thinking, Kelly shook her head. “That’s not necessary, Sir. I can take a cab.”
“No, Kelly. You’re mine now, and I will not have you takin’ public transportation when I can drive you myself. Especially, not this late at night.”
Not wanting to put him out of his way, she opened her mouth to protest, only to shut it when he raised a cautioning finger. “I’m warnin’ you now, darlin’, I’d best hear no objection comin’ outta those lovely lips of yours, unless you’re hankerin’ for another session over my knee.”
Since she definitely didn’t want that, Kelly obediently dressed while her new Dom watched from a few feet away, his gaze openly admiring. Once she got her skirt and top on, he took her by the elbow to the entrance so she could retrieve her shoes and purse, then escorted her out to his car. A silver Lexus.
Even if it wasn’t the latest model, she considered it a most impressive set of wheels, considering he worked as a police detective. He opened the door for her and waited for her to settle before he reached in to make sure her seat belt was buckled properly. After getting in on the other side, he asked where she lived. When she told him, he said, “Know the place well. You lean back and relax, and I’ll get you home in two shakes.”
The ride was so smooth, Kelly floated into a twilight sleep. It seemed like only seconds had passed before Jim opened her door again. Taking his hand, Kelly stepped out of the car, all-too-aware of the firm palm settling at her waist before she was briskly escorted inside. Uh oh. It didn’t matter if she wanted him to come upstairs or not. This Dom intended to make sure she was settled before he left, and expected her to go along with his wishes without comment. Kelly made no dissent, since even hinting at an objection would most likely get her spanked again. Despite his arrogance and marked tendency toward bossiness, his determined mindfulness of her welfare caused Kelly to feel desired and protected, but it didn’t solve her problem.
She hadn’t cleaned in weeks.
Too embarrassed to let him see how she lived, Kelly balked at asking him in. So, when they got to the door of her fifth floor apartment, she held her hand out.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He grasped her wrist, pulled her close, kissed her and extended his palm. “Keys,” he ordered.
Sighing, Kelly dug around in her purse and slapped them into his hand. She received an arched eyebrow in return.
“Look, the place is a mess,” she admitted. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to come home with me.”
He gave her chin a light pinch. “Kelly girl, I’m not here to inspect your house keepin’ skills. I’m here to make sure you’re tucked in safe and sound. So, relax.”
When she sighed in response, he regarded her with a frown. “Yes, Sir,” she answered, though even she heard the petulance in her tone.
Choosing to ignore her ungracious attitude, he opened her door, grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him as he walked through her apartment, thoroughly checking the place out. She tried several times to tug free so she could at least pick up the pile of dirty laundry she had scattered over the couch, but he refused to let go. Left with little choice except to obey, she followed him around and continued to apologize as he went through and searched every room, including her small laundry area. By the time she’d uttered her tenth ‘sorry,’ he turned and drew her into his arms.
“Would you stop apologizin’, woman? If you’re so upset about it, we’ll work on your organizational abilities as a project. At least I’m gettin’ an idea of how you live.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she muttered under her breath.
Kelly received a firm swat for her flippant response along with an order to shush. Even though none of her clutter seemed to faze him, she could tell he was making mental notes, which
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