"You!" Lucas Walker raised his hand, gently ruffling her hair, "You're such a lovable and adorable little rascal!"
Ivana Bennett lightly poked his chest, "Humph, this little rascal just wants you to let her run wild under your sunshine, any objections?"
He laughed, "I couldn't be happier."
"That sounds more like it!" Ivana Bennett bent down to pick up her fishing rod, arrogantly pointing her chin at him, "Carry the fish, let's go grill it!"
And so, she led the way holding her rod, with Lucas Walker trailing behind carrying the bucket of fish, returning to the front cabin with their bounty.
Under Ivana Bennett's "tyranny", the Duke himself killed the fish and scraped off their scales. Despite his usual cleanliness, Lucas Walker found himself reeking of fish, a big grin nevertheless on his face.
Of course, as a reward, he enjoyed a feast of grilled fish prepared by Ivana Bennett that evening. After dinner, she even willingly bathed him, leading to a night of endless fondling.
