Chapter 11

“What…what do you…?” Katie cried out as one slap stung a little bit more than its predecessors, and her back bowed away from his legs for endless seconds before she could relax again. She realized Caleb was hesitating, but though she knew he probably anticipated the safe word to come any moment, she refused to take this away from him.

She swallowed hard and tried again. “I’ll tell him whatever you want me to tell him,” she whispered. On a whim, she added, “Sir.”

“Tell him…tell him that you’re going to see whoever you want, and do whatever you like. If he doesn’t like it, you tell him he can fuck off.” His hand came down then, emphasizing his point. His fingers curled against her heated skin, and his tone dropped to something dark and silky. “Do you understand?”