Page 79 of Over the Line

She exhaled, expressing her emotions.

“Are you being a brat?”

“No, Sir. That was me agreeing with you.” She smiled brilliantly. “I understand your confusion.”

Turning away so she didn’t see his smile, he picked up a scrap of fabric that was nestled at the bottom of the box. He extended the remnants of the red cotton bandanna toward her. “I want you to hold on to this. Since you’ll be gagged, it will take the place of your safe word. Drop it and the scene will immediately stop, and I’ll remove the gag. If you need to be released from the bondage, I’ll see to it right away. I’ll have safety scissors in my back pocket.”

She nodded. “I understand.”

“Any questions?”

“Only one, Sir.”

He waited.

“Can we freaking get on with it?” Once again, she delivered a bright, sunshiny smile to take the heat out of her words.

“You do understand that impatience won’t get things to move faster?” He waited for effect. “And it will make me go easier on you.”

“You, Sir, are a terrible spoilsport.”

He captured her chin in his hand. “Would you like to be tied up and flogged, or would you prefer to suck my dick all afternoon?”

Although she couldn’t move her head, she managed to look down at his waistband purposefully. “As always, all of the above, Sir.”

Christ. So much for being the rule-maker. Or issuing a pseudo-threat. It seemed he was the one at a constant disadvantage. “Let’s get on with it.” He released his grip on her. “Your back to the fence.”

“Yes, Sir.” Despite the ridiculous height of the shoes, she executed a beautiful, flawless pivot, then headed down the concrete path.

He wouldn’t tell her, but it had been recently poured, just for her.

Captivated, he watched the sway of Sydney’s hips as she purposefully moved to the fence. Hot damn.

If she were his, he’d constantly keep her in those shoes, hire out all the chores, pay a business manager, and spend all day playing with her as his sex toy.

The thought was impossible. In winter, she’d need different shoes.

After snatching up the temporary toy box, he walked toward her. That wasn’t easy when all he wanted to do was take her inside and throw her beneath him.

She’d already spread her arms wide and legs apart, and she was facing him, watching him, waiting for him.

He had to remind himself he was the big, bad Dom.

Michael kept his gaze focused on her, and she never glanced away. “We’ll do the gag last,” he informed her.

“Anything you say, Sir.”

“You may or may not get to orgasm.”

“I…” She opened her mouth for a moment. Resolutely she closed it again. “Yes, Sir.”

He raised a brow and waited.

“Whatever pleases you, Sir.”

“That time it sounded as if you meant it.”

“I do.”