“So have we,” he countered. “Does that mean you don’t care a
bout us anymore?”
He watched her suck in a breath. She opened her mouth and he knew she was about to spout some shit.
He placed a finger over her lips. “And just to be clear, lying, just like calling yourself useless or putting yourself down in other ways, will not be allowed.”
She glared at him. “You know you have no right to tell me what to do.”
“And yet, I just did. And you will obey me.”
“Or what?”
“Or when you’re feeling better, I’ll turn you over my knee and spank that ass of yours.”
Her eyes widened. “Have you guys got some weird spanking fetish?”
“Are spanking fetishes weird? It’s not weird if it’s something you want. And as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else, then how can it be wrong?”
“I don’t want to be spanked.”
“No? Not even for fun?” he asked.
“Fun?” she squeaked.
“Spanking can be used for discipline. A punishment when you break the rules. It can also be used for pleasure.”
“I don’t see how that’s possible.”
I’ll show you.
He managed not to say the words. Just.
“It’s possible. But let’s stop talking about that. You need to eat or else I’ll be in trouble.”
“And will Wolfe spank your ass?” she asked with false innocence.
He narrowed his gaze at her warningly. “Wolfe isn’t my Dominant. If anyone is spanking asses around here, it will be me.”
“Ooh, I’d pay good money to see that.”
* * *
Twenty minutes later, Caleb walked into the suite they were sharing. Aleki was polishing off a pizza while Wolfe sat at the table, working on his laptop. They both looked up questioningly.
“She’s asleep,” he told them.
“Did she eat the soup?” Wolfe asked in a blasé voice. He could have been asking if the sky was blue today for all that he seemed to care.
Caleb knew better. “She had half a bowl.”
“No pizza for her then.”
Aleki scowled at Wolfe. “If she wanted pizza, you should have let her have it.”
“Her every wish cannot be granted. Sometimes what she wants isn’t what’s best for her.”
“It’s just pizza,” Aleki snapped.