"So you can pay them a visit?" Her snort of amusement said she'd read my mind. "It's fine. I know I'm a little overweight. It's my Italian heritage. When I put weight on, it goes straight to my boobs and ass." Both of which I adored, only I couldn't exactly tell her so. Not without sounding like a pervert. So I focused on her face instead.
Deciding it was better to steer the conversation back to food, I pointed at the plate.
"Food is fuel, Verity. You're back in the gym tomorrow morning, so you need to eat."
"Oh, goody." She rolled her eyes sarcastically. "I can't wait."
"Sit!" I barked, tired of waiting for her to eat something.
She jumped in surprise, not expecting me to raise my voice.
"Sit?" One eyebrow quirked up. "Am I a dog?" While I enjoyed her sass, as it rarely made an appearance, I didn't like her repeated refusal to eat anything.
"Sit down on the bed and eat something right now or I'll be forced to spank your ass."
Her cheeks flushed bright red.
"You'll…spankme?" She almost choked on the words.
"Yes. Now do as you're told." I took a step toward her, but she shot over to the bed, blushing so hard it was a wonder the room didn't spontaneously combust.
I watched as she grabbed the sandwich and lifted it to her mouth. Her eyes met mine, gleaming with defiance. Was she taunting me? Did she want me to spank her?
"Eat, Verity."
"I'm not sure I can," she whispered in a breathy voice that had my cock pulsing in my pants.
"If you don't, sweetheart, I'll pull down your panties, bend you over the bed, and spank your perfect ass until it's as red as your cheeks."
29
Verity
Conal's words hit me like a thunderbolt, sparking a flaming surge of heat between my legs. Leaving for the US was the farthest thing from my mind right now.
Would he really spank me if I didn't take a bite of the sandwich he'd made?
Was I willing to test the theory?
My stomach cramped. About the idea of eating something - anything - while I was so damned stressed, and also at the thought of Conal pulling my panties down and spanking me.
I'd read Fifty Shades. I mean, who hadn't? Nothing in those pages had made me want to explore BDSM or my submissive side, yet Conal's threat had unlocked something in me. A yearning desire to hand over control to him. Let him use me any way he wanted.
It was shameful, but his threat to spank me had turned me on, even though it hadn’t been that long since Ronan gave me a mind-blowing orgasm.
Slick arousal soaked through my panties. If he bent me over the bed, he'd see how wet they were. I blushed harder while mythighs trembled in anticipation and fear of what might happen next.
His gray eyes darkened as he waited to see what I'd do. I hesitated. The sandwich smelled good, but I knew that if I took a bite, there was a very real risk I might vomit it back up. Since I'd vomited all over Ronan once before, I wasn't about to make that mistake again with his brother.
"I can't eat it." The silence stretched between us as my words hit him. His throat bobbed.
I didn't dare look away from his face. Was he turned on, too? Or mad at my refusal to eat the stupid sandwich?
"Put the plate down, sweetheart." A shiver of need ran through me at the steel in his voice. Whereas Ronan teased, flirted, and overwhelmed my senses to the point where I couldn't say no, Conal held himself back. But I sensed the simmering volcano hiding beneath the calm, controlled surface.
Would he explode if I pushed him hard enough? A big part of me wanted to find out. So I did as I was told and waited for my next instruction.
"Bend over the bed, sweetheart."
