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pissed. Why try to hide it from him?
“Why do you make me tell you things that you already know?”
“Because it makes me hot, and I know you don’t like it.”
“And knowing that I don’t like it but that you can force me to do it anyway makes you hot, too,” she intuited absolutely correctly.
He wasn’t going to deny it. “Yes.”
She was beginning to hate that almost smile of his. “You’re a control freak.”
“Most dominant men are, to a certain degree.” Before she had a chance to answer him, or distract him further, he turned her over, so that she was lying directly on top of him. Her worn jeans didn’t offer much protection, and those flimsy panties offered even less, and considering that he managed to spank her the slightest bit harder, he figured he’d offset any help her clothing offered, and, if the tone of her yelps was anything to go by, he’d gotten it right.
“All right! All right! He spanked me because I went into the wrong part of town.”
She had him there. He stopped spanking immediately. “The same part of town I found you in this evening?”
Fawna nodded.
“And what, pray tell, where you doing there at that point in time?”
She grimaced, realizing he was probably going to have much the same reaction as Dag had when she gave him her reason for going there. “I went to stop a dog fighting ring.”
Max tipped her chin with his finger so that she was forced to look up at him. “You, all five foot nothing of you-” she wasn’t going to correct him that she was actually four eleven “- went into that part of town to single handedly take on a dog fighting ring.”
When you put it that way... And come to think of it, his speech sounded alarmingly close to exactly what Dag had said, and with the same tone of incredulity, too. “Yes.”
Max actually found himself shuddering at the thought that she had done something so foolhardy, and he didn’t blame Dag in the least for having taken her to task for doing something that stupid. In his place, he would have done exactly the same thing. In fact, he might well just do it again, to make sure she had gotten the point. “And what special powers do you harbor as a half-breed faerie that I don’t know about that would make you think you could come out of a situation like that alive?”
Something about the way he said “half-breed faerie” set her teeth on edge. He said it to cause insult. It made her not want to answer him, but she was already wearing the blazing red badge of not answering him promptly enough. Her bottom was going to be fairly black and blue around him if she couldn’t get rid of him. What worried her almost more than that, though, was the fact not only was it burning quite briskly, but it was also tingling, as was the entire front of her where it was naturally pressed up against him from lying on top of him. He refused to let her down, and had opened his legs to include hers between them, so she was lying directly on top of what she hoped was his very swollen genitals. If that was him at rest, she pitied whoever he slept with.
“Thank you,” he said gravely.
“Stop that! It’s really annoying, and very discourteous, to say the least.”
It was the first time she heard him nearly giggle. “Yes, and courtesy is always one of my utmost concerns.”
“Sarcasm noted.” Before he raised his hand again to start spanking her, she answered, “I can call animals. None of the dogs in that room would ever touch me in a violent way. Instead, I set them against their masters. I had the element of surprise, and most of the men were dead by their own dogs before they had a chance to get to their guns.”
He, of course, pounced on the same word Dag had. “Most?”
“Yes. I lost two dogs, though.” He could feel how deeply the loss of those two dogs, dogs she didn’t even know, effected her. “I rescued everyone else and either got them
“Why do you make me tell you things that you already know?”
“Because it makes me hot, and I know you don’t like it.”
“And knowing that I don’t like it but that you can force me to do it anyway makes you hot, too,” she intuited absolutely correctly.
He wasn’t going to deny it. “Yes.”
She was beginning to hate that almost smile of his. “You’re a control freak.”
“Most dominant men are, to a certain degree.” Before she had a chance to answer him, or distract him further, he turned her over, so that she was lying directly on top of him. Her worn jeans didn’t offer much protection, and those flimsy panties offered even less, and considering that he managed to spank her the slightest bit harder, he figured he’d offset any help her clothing offered, and, if the tone of her yelps was anything to go by, he’d gotten it right.
“All right! All right! He spanked me because I went into the wrong part of town.”
She had him there. He stopped spanking immediately. “The same part of town I found you in this evening?”
Fawna nodded.
“And what, pray tell, where you doing there at that point in time?”
She grimaced, realizing he was probably going to have much the same reaction as Dag had when she gave him her reason for going there. “I went to stop a dog fighting ring.”
Max tipped her chin with his finger so that she was forced to look up at him. “You, all five foot nothing of you-” she wasn’t going to correct him that she was actually four eleven “- went into that part of town to single handedly take on a dog fighting ring.”
When you put it that way... And come to think of it, his speech sounded alarmingly close to exactly what Dag had said, and with the same tone of incredulity, too. “Yes.”
Max actually found himself shuddering at the thought that she had done something so foolhardy, and he didn’t blame Dag in the least for having taken her to task for doing something that stupid. In his place, he would have done exactly the same thing. In fact, he might well just do it again, to make sure she had gotten the point. “And what special powers do you harbor as a half-breed faerie that I don’t know about that would make you think you could come out of a situation like that alive?”
Something about the way he said “half-breed faerie” set her teeth on edge. He said it to cause insult. It made her not want to answer him, but she was already wearing the blazing red badge of not answering him promptly enough. Her bottom was going to be fairly black and blue around him if she couldn’t get rid of him. What worried her almost more than that, though, was the fact not only was it burning quite briskly, but it was also tingling, as was the entire front of her where it was naturally pressed up against him from lying on top of him. He refused to let her down, and had opened his legs to include hers between them, so she was lying directly on top of what she hoped was his very swollen genitals. If that was him at rest, she pitied whoever he slept with.
“Thank you,” he said gravely.
“Stop that! It’s really annoying, and very discourteous, to say the least.”
It was the first time she heard him nearly giggle. “Yes, and courtesy is always one of my utmost concerns.”
“Sarcasm noted.” Before he raised his hand again to start spanking her, she answered, “I can call animals. None of the dogs in that room would ever touch me in a violent way. Instead, I set them against their masters. I had the element of surprise, and most of the men were dead by their own dogs before they had a chance to get to their guns.”
He, of course, pounced on the same word Dag had. “Most?”
“Yes. I lost two dogs, though.” He could feel how deeply the loss of those two dogs, dogs she didn’t even know, effected her. “I rescued everyone else and either got them
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