Cherise Sinclair - The Dom's Dungeon

“That was totally fun,” Hope announced, bouncing up and down on her toes. “Can we cut the legs off someone else?”

“Bloodthirsty midget.” Peter ruffled her hair and then looked at Mac. “You stood up well. Very nice.”

As he and Hope walked into the crowd, Mac pulled in a breath. Dear God, what had she done to deserve such friends?

She turned to Alex and kissed him on the mouth. “You could have warned me, you sadistic bastard.”

His lips quirked. “You wouldn't have come.”

“I… Yes, probably true,” she admitted. “So thank you. But, um…the fiancée thing? Isn't that something people discuss? I've even heard of terms bandied about referring to proposals ?”

“No,” he said. His eyes narrowed. “You will marry me. Refusal is no longer an option.” One hand gripping her arm, he kept her pinned in his gaze.

Not that she'd refuse, but he needed to learn that he couldn't walk all over her—except when he was doing his Dom thing. She shivered, thinking of the previous night and…

His lips curved, and his thumb stroked her lips.

“Ahem.”

Alex's mother.Still here. Frak me . Mac reddened and tried to step away from Alex.

His grip only tightened. After a long, long second, he released her, making sure she realized it had been his choice, not hers.

Victoria glared at her son before saying, “I fear I need to leave; I have another engagement across town.”

When Mac realized why Victoria had come, she had to blink back tears. “I can't thank you enough. You cowed him completely.” The memory replaced her tears with an urge to laugh. “It's amazing how you can do that.”

“It will be my pleasure to teach you,” Victoria said. “And as for thanking me? Since you already have a Butler and now a Chef , I believe it's time to start on grandbabies. Brown eyes or blue, dark hair or light—I'm quite flexible.”

The idea of having a baby with Alex sent a surge of joy through Mac that she couldn't conceal, and Victoria's smile warmed for a second before she frowned at her son. “ Human grandbabies, Alex. Human.”

Alex chuckled. As his mother walked away, he bent over, his breath warm against Mac's ear. “My mother is not to be denied. So when we return, you will strip and place yourself over the spanking bench to await my pleasure.”

Her mouth opened as a wave of heat washed through her.

His finger traced a path down her cheek. “If I am unsatisfied in any way, you will be in the right position for me to show my dissatisfaction.”

The thought of his hand slapping against her bottom made her want to squirm, and she realized the thought no longer brought images of unease—just of heat.

His thumb rubbed over her lips as he smiled at her. “I love you, little sub.” He waited.

The words came ever so easily this time. “I love you, Alex.”

His brows drew together at the omission of the expected Sir.

With a sense of growing anticipation, she repeated, slowly, defiantly, “I love you… Alex .”

His eyes glinted. “I see. Perhaps it's time to sample some of the equipment off the wall.” His hand closed over her arm, warm against her bare skin.

Equipment? No. No way . The firm grasp mercilessly holding her in place sent a thrill through her even as she whispered frantically, “ Sir . I meant Sir .”

He smiled at her— oh frak —and she knew she was doomed.