"We can't do anything about that until the feds get back to us. So we need some way to occupy our time," Law drawled. "Any ideas?"
He thrust his hands in Kinley's hair and lowered his lips to her, kissing her hard. He winked at her as he came back up for air.
"I'm not sure I can figure out what he was transporting with the information in front of me." Riley sounded really disappointed about that.
Dominic understood. "But we're not leaving here until we've pieced everything together with the feds and we think the case is pretty tight. Until then, we're holed up, pet, and I can't think of anything I would rather do than take you up on your offer."
Law rubbed her arm, his whole body relaxing. "You gave us the information we need."
"Not exactly. Riley found it," she pointed out.
"On your tablet. So now it's our turn." Dominic had some very specific things he wanted to teach her. "Unless you're still sore. If that's the case, we can simply talk for a while."
"I'm fine." Her voice was a soft, breathy tone. Instinctively, her gaze dropped to the floor. "Are you a Dominant, Sir?"
"Yes." A smile played at his lips. Hearing her call him that would never get old.
"And I'm a submissive?"
"Absolutely," Law whispered in her ear. "You're the sweetest little sub I've ever seen."
A grin curled her mouth up. "So I call you my Doms?"
"Yes, pet."
Her smile widened until she looked as if she was trying to keep a straight face. "You're Dominic, the Dom."
He sighed. "Yes, pet. I think I was aptly named."
"You're Dom Dominic."
"While true, that's not exactly how you should phrase it." He frowned.
"You're Dom Dom." The smile zipped across her face. "I get to call you Dom Dom."
Kinley burst out laughing. Law and Riley joined in.
Dominic was not about to spend the rest of his life being called Dom Dom. "Pet, every time you call me that, I'll give you twenty swats. They will not be for pleasure. You may call me Sir for now. If you accepted a collar from me, you would call me Master. I am your Dom. It's a status, not a title."
She pouted. "But Dom Dom is so much fun."
The girl was begging for it. "So is reddening your ass. Off with the clothes, pet. That's twenty over my knee."
She turned to Law, and Dominic couldn't miss the high-pitched squeaking sound as she wiggled that fabulous backside on the glass top of the desk. Everyone in the room winced at the noise.
"He has no sense of humor," Kinley complained.
Law shook his head. "Not a lot, but I think this time he really just wants to smack your ass. Have I told you how good those jeans look on you?"
"I have a great sense of humor," Dominic insisted. "But I will not allow my submissive to call me Dom Dom, even if she does look like sex on two legs in those jeans. I confess, the fuzzy pink socks distract a bit from the vision."
She wrinkled her nose adorably, obviously happy with the compliments. "If you want bare feet, don't take me to Alaska."
Law moved between her legs, dragging those pink clad feet up around his waist as Kinley laughed. "I don't know. I think the socks are easier on my back than a pair of stilettos."
"I'm not leaving my socks on when we're in bed." Kinley held on to Law for balance, looking breathless, flushed, and excited.
"We're not going to bed, pet," Dominic explained.
"But I kind of thought by 'explaining,' you meant you were going to teach me some naughty bedroom things." She was blushing again and obviously hoping she was right.
"This relationship will not be relegated solely to the bedroom. Your first rule is that we will take you anywhere, anytime, and in any way we wish. I want to see you in the sunshine."
"But-"
"Ah, ah, ah. Don't protest. There's no one out here, except perhaps the moose. And we'll protect you from him."
Riley chuckled. "I can think of so many places to play with you, sweetheart. We're going to have fun walking you through a dungeon."
"A dungeon? Like a medieval torture chamber?"
Law sent his brother a dirty look. "No, baby. It's not scary like that. A dungeon is just what we call a play space. We have a nice big one back home. It's got all kinds of toys. We have plenty here, too. The James brothers are … well, we know them from a private club."
"So they're all Dommy, too?"
Law groaned. "Oh, baby, we're going to have to teach you a little respect. Hand over the sweater. I think Dominic's just about at the end of his rope after the Dom Dom crack. If he doesn't get you over his knee soon, he'll pull out the big guns. Delayed gratification."