The moment he stepped inside, a soft, sweet scent greeted him.
He paused.
A realization settling in.
He wasn't alone anymore.
Following the faint sound coming from the kitchen, he found her there standing barefoot by the counter, her hair loose, cascading down her back in soft waves.
It reached her ribs.
He asked what she was doing.
And the next second
Juice splashed all over him.
For a moment, he should have been furious.
But one look at her trembling form stopped that entirely.
Instead, he lifted her onto the counter and made her clean the mess.
She was flustered. Nervous.
He could feel her gaze lingering on him as she wiped his face.
And the moment he stepped back
She ran.
But he didn't let her get far.
He caught her easily, lifting her over his shoulder.
She struggled like a wild kitten small, but fierce. Her nails scratched. Her teeth
She bit him.
Hard.
His eyes widened in shock.
And before he could think, his hand came down, spanking her.
