Free The Firefighter's Girl by Natasha Knight Page A

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    “Maybe it’s best if you go up to your room,” Sawyer said. “I’ll finish up with John and you can calm down.”
    “No!”
    John started packing his things.
    “Rebecca,” Sawyer began, hauling her to her feet and walking her toward the stairs. “Go to your room and wait for me. We’ll discuss this in a few minutes.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he spoke first. “Do you remember what you promised me yesterday?” he said.
    “You’re hurting my arm,” she said.
    He eased his grip. “Do you remember?”
    She nodded.
    “Good. Now go up to your room and find yourself a corner to stand in until I get there.”
    It seemed in that moment that the blood drained from her face and collected between her legs. Shame and arousal collided within her, but resistance was her only response.
    “Sawyer,” John called from behind them. “I’ve got another appointment.”
    Sawyer let her go and gestured with a quick nod of his head toward the stairs. She stomped up without so much as a goodbye to John, she was so angry.
    She heard Sawyer starting to talk, but she slammed her door hard and sat on the bed, fuming. How dare he? This was her life they were talking about and he was sending her to her room like a misbehaving child! How dare he? Find yourself a corner! Her face turned red with the embarrassment at being treated like this even while her body reacted just like it had the last two times he had chastised her. Just like it had before she had determined never to see him again because Sawyer Hayes stirred things inside her that were not natural, that were not normal.
    She stomped her foot and folded her arms across her chest, fisting her hands hard, wanting nothing more than to punch him right now.
     
    * * *
     
    Ten minutes later, Sawyer saw John out and went to the kitchen to pour himself another cup of coffee. He drank slowly, thinking all the while. He wanted to give Rebecca time to cool down, but he also needed some time himself. He had expected some resistance from her, of course he knew it was a part of the deal. In fact, he didn’t wholly mind it. He would punish her now for her behavior, but what bothered him was more her concern for Jeff still, after all he had done to her. He drained the last of his coffee and set the mug down on the counter before heading up to her room, absolutely certain he would not find her in the corner as instructed.
    That was fine. He had no problem teaching her to obey him. But when, upon opening the bedroom door, he had to dodge a heavy book she threw at him, he knew he would have to be more firm with her now than he maybe at first had intended.
    He ducked and the book hit the wall next to his head, landing on the floor with a hard thud. He looked from it to her, her face perhaps even more shocked than his.
    “Get up,” he said, walking inside.
    “No,” she said, scooting back onto the bed, her eyes betraying her uncertainty.
    Sawyer took a deep breath and closed the door behind him. “Get up, come here, and pick up the book.”
    He watched as she glanced nervously at the book then back at him, hesitating. “No,” she said, this time more quietly.
    “I won’t ask nicely again. You have to the count of three. One.”
    She only narrowed her eyes further.
    “Two.”
    “Sawyer, I had every right to be there…”
    “Three.”
    She must not have expected him to move as quickly as he did because when, within the next few moments, he crossed the room and hauled her to her feet, even lifting her off the floor momentarily, she gave a surprised cry. She tried to free herself, but he held her easily and smacked her ass hard once.
    “Ow!” she squeaked, covering her bottom with her one hand.
    “I said get up and pick up the book.” He marched her toward the book and leaned her down.
    “Let me go! I’ll do it, just let me go!”
    “Pick it up,” he said, not letting her go. “Now.”
    She picked it up and he turned her to face him. “Put it down on the