And I don’t care.
“I’m sorry that they’re gone,” I say softly. “And I’m sorry your life is bound by too many rules right now.”
“Rules I don’t want,” she clarifies. “The last forty-eight hours definitely rammed home for me that I can do with some guidance and structure in my life. I don’t know what I’m doing out here! But notthose rules.They were imposed on me.” She glances sideways at me, that coy look back. “I choose you. That’s all the difference that matters.”
My heart pounds in my chest. “You want me to be in charge.”
She nods. “When you told me to sit in that chair yesterday and then caged me in? I just found that exciting.”
That makes two of us. My cock throbs at the memory of her obstinate defiance.
“And getting me to chase you,” I growl as I grip her upper arms in my hands. “You liked that, too?”
“So much.” Her eyes are bright as she gives me a nervous smile. “I have a bit of an authority figure issue. Want to help me work on that?”
So much it hurts. But I don’t think we’ve gotten to the core of it yet. And the next questions need to be asked carefully. Not on the edge of the lake, where she might get upset.
So I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder.
“Justin!” she shrieks, slapping my back.
I grin and ignore her as I stalk back up the path to the cabin.
CHAPTER8
ABIGAIL
Instead of carrying me into the cabin, Justin climbs onto the deck and sprawls in one of his two outdoor chairs. As he settles his big body in the reclining seat, he dumps me into his lap—face down, ass up.
And he holds me like that, as if that’s just as normal as tossing me over his shoulder and marching back up here.
You did tell him you wanted him to take control.
I just didn’t expect it to be quite so…immediate. Or to so swiftly go to the “you need a good spanking” place we started in yesterday.
Although the way my body aches in this position, like I want to stretch like a satisfied kitten, maybe I do need a good spanking.
People like that. I’m aware of the concept of a good, sexy—
Thud. His hand comes down sharply on the fleshiest part of my butt, a heavy retort to my unspoken thoughts. “Now, Goldilocks. The first thing we need to establish is, I’m in charge.”
Okay, so maybe this won’t be a sexy spanking.
Even if he groans and squeezes my ass a little before administering a second heavy spank to the other cheek. If this is sexy to us, it’s an accident, because those two swats were clearly all business.
Spanks he promised a day ago, delivered now because I finally gave him permission to course correct me, the wayward girl who broke into his cabin and slept in his bed.
Another squeezing grope. “Do you understand that? You’re a little girl, and I’m a grown man, and you need me for these few days together.”
I nod, a sweet, startling relief flooding through me. The stress I was feeling about being all on my own—so foolish—immediately lifts.
“I will take care of you. You can trust me with any desire you have.” His voice roughens, and his touch strokes down from my ass, onto the bare backs of my thighs below the hem of my shorts. He drags his fingers down to my knees, then slowly back up to the hem of my shorts.
I shiver as he nears the top of my thighs, but he doesn’t dip his fingers into the legs of the shorts. He keeps his touch frustratingly shy of where I suddenly want his hand—hard against my sex.
“What do you want, little Goldilocks?”
I don’t know.Little girl. Grown man.Those words rattle around in my head. I stare at the deck and will him to keep stroking the back of my legs, to touch me more, tojust do it, anddon’t make me say it, but he has stopped moving.