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Dominic

I feel her eyes burn me in the back off my neck, as I march back to thecabin but her eyes are nothing compared to the anger scorching me. She tried to leave but she has no idea what she’s trying to run to. She doesn’t know just how unwelcome she is and hate for the people who don’t see her as the treasure that she is, sears in me.

With my anger through the fucking roof, I kick in the door of the cabin and the husky growls at me while the other one starts barking.

“Shut it,” I snarl and they both huff, putting their heads between their paws. I don’t close the door, leaving it open, knowing that Meadow will walk in soon and I curse to myself.

Grabbing a bottle of beer, I bite the lid off with my teeth, looking around for my tobacco when I catch Meadow’s silhouette in the doorway. Her cheeks seem to be perpetually burning, her hair the opposite of its usual arranged perfection and there are stains on her knees and on her hands.

Gorgeous, little girl.

At the sight of me she lets out a whimper, biting her lip and she doesn’t walk inside but chooses to sit on the porch. Raising my brows, I walk over to her, finding the tobacco on the porch and I put some in my mouth.

“Are you still upset with me?” Meadow asks and her voice trembles. She looks so small, drowning in my shirt that seems to swallow her and there’s a bare look in her eyes and her lips are swollen from how hard she bit it when I spanked her.

“Yeah,” I grunt, glancing at her and I spit out the tobacco. “I’m still upset.”

Looking down and braiding her finger she compliantly whispers, “I won’t do it again. I’ll be good.”

Not sure if I can fully trust her. Not after that stunt. But I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“You’ll do as I say from now on? No running away and getting your pretty, little body all dirty for me?”

She stares, pulling a couple of fingers through her hair. “I’m dirty because you dragged me down into the dirt.”

I put the bottle down, because she’s right about that and I spit the tobacco out, longing to feel the taste of her in my mouth. She is not getting away this time, not wriggling her way out of this and if she gives in, she will learn to crave nothing else.

“Need to wash you then,” I say in a more tender voice and my eyes meet hers. Her mouth drops and I jerk my head. “Get up.”

“I’m tired,” she murmurs and no surprise there, considering the way she ran off into the forest.

“I’ll carry you.”

Tensing, she shakes her head but gets up. “I’ll walk,” she insists and I give a curt nod, not offering her my hand. She stays close to me as we make our way down to the lake, making me hope that she’s finally realized her rightful place.

Next to me. Me and her. Always.

Reaching for the belt around her waist, I unbuckle it, causing her shirt to hang loose and she looks up at me but there’s no surprise on her face this time. She knows now what I’m really like. Kicking off my boots, I shove my denims and briefs down and Meadow twitches, putting her hand up to her mouth.

And fuck, knowing that the girl with her incessant clapbacks and warpath eyes was so innocent all along is such a turn on that I can barely take it. To cool myself off, I rush into the water, diving deep but my whole body is still pounding with need and I stand, shoving my face up the surface.

Shaking my head from side to side to remove water from my ears, I brush a hand over my face, before staring at Meadow with committed eyes. She’s still up at the shore, carefully dipping her foot into the water and sliding it back and forth.

Can’t clean a girl if she refuses to get wet and I growl, “Get in.”

Her face jerks upwards and I drag a breath when her hands go to the hem of her shirt and she pulls it off. She doesn’t do it swiftly like a male would, but she twists and twirls her way out of it, her hips swaying from side to side and hunger hits me hard.

Only in her powder colored panties and bra, she hesitates with the rest before I give her a deep nod. She takes off her bra first then her panties and I choke down a bellow, before gripping my length and I give it a rough squeeze.

Fixating my gaze on hers, I take in the way she slides into the water, her nipples forming into pointy, little spears at the temperature and she watches me like I’m a stranger. A stranger who she doesn’t know how to act around.

“Dom...It’s a little bit c...cold,” she stutters.

Dom is a hell of a lot better than Slade. But not as good as Daddy, which is what I want to hear from those soft lips of hers.

“You’ll get used to it,” I say in a guttural voice and she bites the inside of her cheek.

“We forgot to bring soap.”


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