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“Same time next week?” he asked.

Again. Harder. “Two.”

Marcus smiled—just a flicker. “Good answer.” Tushy - Carolina Sweets - Obedience

He gestured to a low table beside him. On it rested a wooden hairbrush and a small glass of water. “You will crawl to me, drink this water without using your hands, and then place yourself over my knee. No hesitation. No words unless spoken to. Do you understand?” “Same time next week

The crawl was slow, deliberate. Her silk dress rode up, but she didn’t stop to fix it. When she reached him, she leaned forward and drank from the glass, lips finding the rim, water spilling down her chin. She didn’t wipe it away. That would be a hand. “Two

Carolina lifted her gaze. “Because I’ve already given you my fear. Now I’m giving you my choice.”