He pulled her over his shoulder without breaking stride to cradle Trish in front of him, but he didn’t put her down. She sighed, half resigned, half amused, because she hadn’t expected him to put her down. Trish knew him too well by now.
She was surprised when he didn’t pull off into one of the many rooms.
“Where are we going?” she asked curiously.
“Your room.”
Heat flushed through her body.
The ride took forever, and, by the time she and Jordan returned to the house, Trish was amped up.
Rather than waiting for Jordan to come and let her out of the car—heck, rather than waiting for him to turn it off—she unsnapped the safety-belt and opened the door at the same time, dashing out and to the backyard.
“Trish!” Jordan roared behind her, making her giggle as she sprinted.
The element of surprise and him having to shut down the vehicle were the only things giving her enough of a head start to dash into the backyard and into some bushes to hide.
Her dress today was green, and, as she wedged herself between some thick, leafy branches, Trish had to stifle more giggling. Not that she found the situation funny—her giggles were more nervous than anything. Jordan was pissed, and Trish would pay for it.
But she wanted to.
They hadn’t been in her room in what felt like ages. She didn’t just want to go in there, be tied to something, and then royally fucked. She wanted more than that—and this was her way of goading him.
The heavy tread of his boots sounded on the pavement path around the house, and Trish gulped, her giggles disappearing immediately as her heart pounded faster. She put her hand overher mouth to quiet her breathing, although the noises of the neighborhood were probably enough to help muffle it, as well.
“Little girl… come out, come out wherever you are.”
The words were playful, but his tone was dark, silkily threatening, and her bottom cringed around the plug inside it. Had she thought this through?
It was too late to turn back now, though. Even if Trish had changed her mind, she was frozen as she saw the movement of him prowling around the backyard. Since Trish was well-hidden enough that she could barely see Jordan, she could only hope she was equally difficult to see.
Of course, the whole point was for him to find her, but right now putting it off didn’t sound like a bad idea.
The boots came closer, and she squeezed herself into a tighter ball, as if that would help.
“I see you, babygirl.”
She shrieked as his big hand came crashing through the leaves in front of her, his other hand parting the branches so he could wrap his fingers in her hair and pull her upright. As soon as she stood, his arm came around her waist, hand still in her hair, and lifted her up.
For the second time that day, Trish found herself over his shoulder, this time receiving a sharp smack to her upturned backside once she was there.
“I’m sorry! I was just trying to play!”
He growled. “Next time, do it without giving me a heart attack by jumping out of a moving vehicle.”
“You had stopped!”
Smack!
Another hefty swat to her backside, which stung and burned just as much as the previous one.
“Barely.”
She squeaked as he swiftly turned, making her almost dizzy, and moved toward the house with sure strides. He was moving a little less quickly than he had been at the station, and Trish was thankful to be bouncing less.
As soon as they entered her room, he paused, trying to decide what he would do with her. Trish’s pussy clenched in excitement, wondering the same thing.
Even before he moved, she felt the moment Jordan made a decision, his muscles bunching and tensing before he quickly turned and headed for the frilly, fluffy bed. Trish quivered. When she’d been naughty, he usually went for the spanking bench or the lectern, while the swing and rocking horse were for more enjoyable sessions or playful punishments. What would he do to her on the bed?
