Chapter 18

Tiago

Luckily, Reagan didn’t put up much of a fight when I drove her to work this morning. I know she wanted to put her foot down and insist she was perfectly capable of going on her own. She sighed and rolled her eyes at me several times, but she didn’t argue. She’s learning.

I didn’t put my nose in her business either. I sat on a stool behind her desk and pretended to be engrossed in my phone while she got her first group off. When her hiking group showed up, I held my tongue.

It was a group of four guys about her age. If I’d found out after the fact that she had been on a hike with four twenty-something men for two hours, I would have spanked her ass until she couldn’t sit for a week.

I have no idea if they would have flirted with her because as soon as they stepped into her shop, I rose from the stool, set my hands on her shoulders from behind, and kissed her temple. “Do you need me to do anything, baby?” I asked loudly enough for all of them to hear.

She turned toward me so they couldn’t see her face, shot me a glare, and rolled her eyes for the tenth time. She didn’t say a word.

I grinned, knowing I’d staked my claim. And then I went on the hike with them. I mostly stayed out of her business. I didn’t say much, letting her talk and do her thing, but I didn’t pass up any opportunity to touch her when everyone was looking.

“You’re such a caveman,” she says to me after the hike when we’re back in the Cadillac.

I shrug. “Baby, I’m going to spank your ass for thinking you could take four men on a hike and not mention it to me. I would have spanked you much harder if I’d found out afterward.”

She doesn’t respond, and when I glance at her, I find her lips pursed. My girl is struggling not to laugh.

When we get back to the estate, I pull into the enormous garage, turn off the car, and round to her side to help her out. As soon as I shut the door, I guide her to the front of the car and turn her so she’s facing the hood.

Her breath hitches. Good.

I take my shirt off and set it on the hood before sliding my hands down her arms and placing her palms on the shirt in case it is too warm without the protection. I don’t want to burn her fingers.

After kissing her neck, I reach around to the front of her nylon pants, unsnap them, and lower the zipper.

“Tiago…”

I tug her pants and panties down to her knees. “Did you want to say something, baby?”

She twists her head around to look at me. “I run a business. Sometimes, my clients are men.”

“Yep. And what should you do next time you have a group of male customers between eighteen and sixty?”

She sighs. “You’re not being reasonable.”

I slide a foot between hers and tap them to widen her stance. “I need an answer. I’m still going to spank your bottom hard enough to teach you a lesson, but the number of swats you’re about to receive depends on your answer. Think carefully.”

“Tiago…” she groans.

“You have about ten seconds, baby.”

“You can’t come to work with me every day. I’ve been doing this for years. No one has ever touched me inappropriately a single time.”

“Five seconds.” She’s a stubborn girl.

“You can’t interfere with my job.”

I set a hand on the small of her back, push her shirt up, so I have full access to her bottom, and start spanking her. I give her about a dozen warm-up slaps before I pick up the intensity and spank her harder, switching back and forth from one cheek to the other.

As her skin pinkens, my cock gets harder.

I watch her constantly to make sure my attention is having the desired effect. I find her panting, and she drops down onto her forearms, trembling. But she doesn’t balk at my punishment.

I pause only once—to drag my fingers through her folds. She’s dripping with arousal. Giving her nothing more than the one stroke of my fingers, I spank her ten more times. By the time I finish, her legs are shaking.

Without giving her time to think, I grab her around the waist to help her rise. “Stand up, baby.”

She whimpers.

I turn her around and guide her to the corner of the garage. It’s only a few feet from the hood. I angle my girl so that she’s facing the corner. “Clasp your hands behind your back.”

She’s breathing heavily as she obeys me. Staying in her space, I lift her T-shirt and tuck it above her hands. “Spread your legs. Do not let your pants fall. Lean your forehead against the corner.”

She whimpers, but she doesn’t back down from this challenge. As soon as she’s in position, I stroke her heated bottom and slide my fingers between her legs to check her pussy again. Soaked.

“You still need to answer my question, baby. Think about your response for a few minutes.”

I step back and suck her juices from my fingers, making a lot of noise so she knows that’s what I’ve done. I watch as she shivers, but my girl doesn’t move.

It takes several minutes for her to get her breathing under control, and she finally draws in a deep breath. “Next time, I’ll tell you when I have a group of men so you can go with me,” she whispers.

“Why do you think that’s a good idea, Reagan?” My girl has never looked sexier than she does right now, leaning into the corner with her bare bottom exposed and pink.

She draws in a breath. “Because it’s not safe to lead a group of men on a hike alone.”

“Good girl.” I come up behind her, gently pull up her panties and then her pants, and reach around to fasten them. When I’m done, I turn her in my arms and hug her close, stroking over her braid.

I kiss her temple and lean her back. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

Her eyes go wide, and her jaw drops.

I smile. “So much that I don’t even recognize myself. It’s like you showed up in my life and a switch flipped. I’ve never met anyone I could dominate the way I do you. I’ve waited forty-four years to find you. I will not let you do anything reckless that could endanger your life, understood?”

She nods. “I’m sorry.”

I smile and kiss her forehead. “You’re forgiven. From now on, I want you to go over your schedule with me so I can decide which expeditions seem safe enough for you to go on alone and which ones I should plan to join you on. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

My dick jumps, and I suddenly know exactly what we’re going to do this afternoon.

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