Oh no. When I come at you, I'll come at you from the front."
Her sassy response made his smile widen. "That's my girl." Sitting on the armchair again, he watched as she struggled against the cuffs. Sighing, he dug out the key from his pocket and unlocked them. At her suspicious look, he shrugged. "I think at this point you're as tired of all the running around as I am…although it was fun to chase and spank you."
"Had you honestly expected me to be quiet and compliant like a good little girl? I might be submissive, but I'm not a pushover."
"Oh, you're definitely not a pushover," he agreed. "I never, for even for even one minute, thought that you were." She had the strength of will to match any dominant female, to match his.
"You can't ignore me for months and then expect me to welcome you with open arms."
"I didn't ignore you—"
"You didn't even look at me, let alone speak to me or—"
