Tylenol or something, wasn’t it? Oh, fuck me, please tell…Hey! What was that for?”
Jace was grateful Ian stood back and let him play this one out with her. If he was going to have any real credibility with Callie as a Dom, he needed to start establishing that position of power now. Otherwise, she would always see him as a friend, even though he was actually the stricter of the two of them. If she wanted gentle and sweet, she’d trespassed on the wrong island. “You language is deplorable, sweetness. Clean it up or suffer the consequences. Now, you can, in fact, always trust what you take from our hands, but you had damned well always ask about what you are being given, even from us. It’s called informed consent , and it’s one of the tenets of BDSM that we live by.”
What he hadn’t told her was that his younger sister had always been deathly allergic to penicillin, and on a ranch that was something that had to be watched closely. Hell, she’d almost died as a young teen when she’d helped treat sick calves and inadvertently gotten some of the vaccine on her bare skin. Jace had just happened to see her staggering across the yard before she collapsed or they would have never gotten her to the hospital in time. And you could damned well bet nobody gave Abby Garrett any medicine without her knowing exactly what you were holding out to her.
“Oh, well, I guess you do have a valid point. I can see where that wasn’t very smart on my part.” And why on earth I seem to instinctively trust you I have no idea, because I haven’t trusted any man for many years.
Jace watched as the emotions played out over her face, and when she finally settled, he saw Ian’s slight nod, so he knew it was time to begin. They had wanted the Tylenol to kick in but not so much that her judgment was impaired before they began again. Looking down into her elfin face, he crossed his arms over his chest and said, “Strip, sweetness.”
He saw her sharp intake of breath and then saw her eyes flicker briefly to Ian as if seeking his approval. Oh, you do understand exactly who you belong to, don’t you, angel. He already owns your body—he just has to get your heart on board. But I know something neither of you knows, you already own him as well. When she hadn’t removed the shirt quickly enough, Jace stepped forward and ripped open the garment he’d dressed her in not an hour earlier. “Holy shit…zus. You ripped Mr. McGregor’s shirt. I’m not paying for that, you know. That was probably an expensive shirt…I can’t buy expensive stuff that is good, let alone something that’s ripped. Good grief, Gerty!”
Smack , Jace brought his hand down on her other ass cheek with a resounding crack. “Stop talking. And adding to the end of shit to make us think you’re talking about puppies isn’t going to cut it, sweetness. That’s another mark on the tally.” Turning to Ian he chuckled. “You were right about needing a long sheet of paper. Hell, we may have to devise a spanking bench/porta potty, she’s gonna be on the things so damned long.”
“Indeed she is, but I have to say, I do like hearing the sound of our hands coming down on her beautiful ass. And once we get her eating like she should, that lovely derrière is going to be a nice couple of handfuls. Now, present her to me.”
Jace pulled the tattered garment from her body and tossed it aside before turning her so that she was facing Ian. He showed her how to kneel properly with her knees spread wide apart, her hands clasped behind her back, and her gaze lowered to the floor. “This will be the position you will take the most often, so it needs to be the first one you practice and become familiar with so that it is natural and comfortable for you. Now, when your Master tells you to kneel, this will be your position, understand? You’ll be learning more as we go along.” Then he stepped back so that he and Ian were shoulder to shoulder. Jace knew they were
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