“You know, making lots of protests and acting like a rebellious kid just makes it worse,” he reminded her. “Now, take off your T-shirt.”
“What?” she gasped, very quietly.
“A good submissive doesn’t question,” he said.
He was so calm, so collected, and curiously fatherly, not like her own father who’d never spanked her, but authoritarian like a strict father or stern uncle. He wasn’t hard and cruel, it was more like he was admonishing a naughty child. And that’s exactly how she felt. Pulling up the bottom of her shirt, Ashley had it over her head, revealing the black lace lingerie she was wearing.
Davis stared at her briefly, but then moved on to other things.
“Now the jeans,” he said.
Staring him straight in the eye because she couldn’t take her eyes off of him, Ashley unbuttoned the
