“Is it?Let’s consider the crime.Do you remember?”
She did.In detail.“You told me to keep my hands behind my back, and I didn’t.”
“And on a scale of one to ten, where would that fall as a real infraction?”
“One.You weren’t angry, at least you didn’t seem to be.”
“So, what kind of punishment do you think fits with what you did?”
“A spanking?And if you remember, I’ve had two and hated them.”
“I remember everything you’ve said to me.”
With each word, he drew her more under his spell.
“And you haven’t had a spanking from me.Or it could be that I’d tie your hands to my bedposts and keep them there as I licked and sucked your pussy.”
For a moment, she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly.
“Would you hate that?”Before she could answer, he continued, “You have a very narrow definition of punishment.I like to be a bit more creative than that.And I promise you, Lara, you’ll have to ask for it.”
She shivered.
“Let me show you the rest of the loft.”
He’d intentionally changed the subject, she was sure, just to keep her guessing.“I haven’t said whether I agree to…” She couldn’t find the right word.“This whole thing.”
“Just giving you more information to help make your decision.”He stood.
Slowly, she did, too, then she followed him down a hallway.
“Workout room,” he said, opening the first door.
“Nice,” she approved.He had a couple of pieces of cardio equipment, some free weights and a giant television along with a stereo and a fridge.The area was small, but organized well.
“You’re free to use it whenever.”
“I never said—”
“I know.This way.”He opened a door to reveal his office.“There’s room for a second desk.”
Despite herself and without invitation, she entered.He had exposed brickwork, as she’d expected.But this place reflected the private Connor Donovan.
His college degree was framed and hung on a wall.At an angle was his college pennant.He had shelves that were filled with memorabilia—a baseball, an autographed football, a conch shell.
Another shelf was filled with pictures in all different sizes.Frames were crafted from every possible material…metal, glossy wood, plastic.Some were painted, others were ornate.
One photograph showed him in college graduation garb, flanked by his parents.Another showed him on horseback, wearing denim and a straw cowboy hat.There was a picture of a groundbreaking.He was holding a ceremonial silver-colored shovel.Standing near him was an older gentleman and two other men.His brothers, if she wasn’t mistaken.“This is your grandfather, right?”she asked, pointing.“Erin calls him the Colonel.”
“We all do.”
“Rather formal.”
“You’ve never met him?”
“No.I’ve met your mom, but no one else.I’m guessing this one is Cade, right?Lives on the ranch in west Texas?”
He nodded.
