“When you had me get the others off the shelf. The ones with the lists.”
“I see.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Are you really?” He bent down to be at eye level with me while Dixie crawled into my lap, tail wagging like crazy. She probably needed to go outside before she peed on the carpet. Or my lap.
“No.” I wasn’t sorry. I’d likely do it again if the other books had interesting things that made butterflies grow in my gut, and warmth in the parts lower.
“Oh, Oakley.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him shake his head. “You know you should ask.”
“You would have so no.” I wrapped an arm around Dixie as she tried to stand on my chest to reach my face with her nose.
“You are correct. Now, you know there’s a punishment for not listening. Again.”
I sighed, knowing that was coming. But it was worth it.
“I’ll let Dixie outside while you spend fifteen minutes in the same corner again. After that, we’ll go over that rule once more, then go through that checklist.”
“Okay.”
Before I could stand, Sabastian lifted the pacifier from my lap, pressing it against my lips. Then, he took Dixie from my lap and left the room.
Was he disappointed?
I think if he truly didn’t want me reading them, they’d have been moved by now. Surely he knew how much those books intrigued me.
Once I was in the corner, my nose pressed to the middle of the two walls and my hands clasped behind me, I breathed in deep.
This wasn’t scary at all. No monsters, and definitely no pain. Well, it wasn’t the most comfortable having my hands behind my back.
I strained my ears as Sabastian came back in, Dixie’s paws paddling along the kitchen floor.
“Don’t go to Oaks, little girl. He’s in trouble. You’d think once would be more than enough to get through a stubborn head that those books aren’t for certain people to read.”
Was that comment for the dog, or more for me?
Either way, Dixie seemed happy enough to get a drink and then found a toy to chew on.
Then, my mind backtracked. Did he call me Oaks? If so, why did that make my stomach flutter?
No one ever had given me a nickname before. Well, other than this man, of course. But the other names he called me didn’t count.
I shifted from one foot to the other, thinking my time in the corner should be almost up by now. It felt like an hour already.
Maybe being stuck here wasn’t the best place, though. But, it was so worth it.
That book was – is – intriguing enough that I planned to sneak it again just to finish it. What other things were in there? Would other scenes get me hard? Would there be other things in the other books on the shelf that would be tryable, if I ever got the chance, and the guts, to do them?
“Alright, Oakley, time’s up.” Sabastian’s voice finally came, and I let out another sigh. I turned, keeping my eyes to the floor.
I knew how to act sorry, but feeling it right now wasn’t something I could do.
“Follow me. We’ll talk about this stuff in the office. There’s a bed in there for Dixie to lay on.”
Without any words, I did as he said. I kept the bottom of his legs in view as I followed him towards his office. The one room in the house that was kept locked while he was out. I only tried the handle once and haven’t thought about it since.
Sabastian went right to the big oak desk, taking a seat on the chair. He pushed in back enough before telling me to kneel before him.
