43When they arrived at the house, Sasha headed for the stairs so she could get out of the stupid schoolgirl uniform Hollingsworth required its students to wear.
“Hold it, precious,” Harry said. “Come into my study.”
“But I need to change, okay? And take a shower.”
“What you need, little girl, is to learn how to do what you’re told. Come here.”
When she hesitated, he walked to the staircase, reached up, gripped her wrist, and picked her up like a small child. The shock registered on her face. No male had done this since she was, well, a small child.
“Daa—” she started to say.
He grinned. “Say it, precious.”
“I…can’t,” she whispered.
“Say it, little one. You know you want to.”
“I just can’t. Don’t make me, please.”
He tightened his hold and lifted her closer to his face. “Before th
