Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) by Megan Michaels Read Free Book Online

table, grabbing her hand, stroking it lightly with his forefinger. “No one likes feeling confined. But it’s a consequence of the actions you took yesterday. Consequences and punishment aren’t fun, but ideally they’re supposed to be difficult so the behavior in question isn’t repeated. You won’t be stuck here for six months — I promise we’ll go out to dinner, shopping, movies, or any other places you’d like to go. Just ask me, and I’ll determine if your behavior warrants reward.”
    “Reward? If I warrant a reward? What am I, a flipping damn dog? Are ya kidding? If I behave, I can get a Beggin’ Strip? Is that what you’re saying?”
    “Young lady, my patience is wearing thin with your mouthiness. You need to contain that tongue of yours. First, I would never treat a dog like that. It’s an animal and doesn’t know better. But you apparently require firm limits. I will not bring you to the movies, or anyplace else off this property if you cannot figure out how to behave. So, yes, I guess if you want to refer to it that way you can. You’ll be given a Beggin’ Strip if you can behave. If you can’t figure out how to behave, there’ll be other consequences, one of which will be not leaving the property. Are we clear?”
    She scowled at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
    She’s going with the silent treatment now. Interesting.
    Preston leaned forward. “Let’s make sure we’re clear here. You’ll not leave the property unless I’m with you. Understood?”
    “Yes,” she said, her voice sullen.
    “Okay. Next, There are many rooms and out buildings on the property. Some of these are locked. You’re not to break into these rooms. Again, it’s a matter of respect. You’ll work only in the room I assign for you each day. You will not snoop, or go into places you’re not to enter. Clear?”
    “Yes.” She scowled, obviously not used to rules and boundaries.
    “Lastly, responsibility is important and you’ll act responsibly while you’re here. You’ll work seven hours a day with an hour for lunch, and on Saturdays we’ll work together. You’ll work eight in the morning until four in the evening, at which time you’ll start cooking dinner.”
    Avery’s mouth dropped open and her eyes flashed. She wasn’t happy about that rule at all.
    Preston put a hand up before she could speak. “Wait. You’ll be assigned to a room every day and told what tasks you’re to finish that day. Part of being a responsible adult is doing what you’re supposed to do, persevering and doing your best. Okay, you may now speak.”
    “Oh! I may speak now? How kind of you!”
    “Watch your tone, Avery.” He gave her a warning look.
    “My tone? Holy fricking hell. My tone isn’t the problem right now. So, you expect me to work my butt off, and then cook your stupid-ass dinner? This is the agreement you, Judge Morton, and my father came to? I should’ve guessed that a bunch of lazy men would think this makes sense. What happens if I decide I’m not doing any of this shit?” By this point Avery was up and pacing around the kitchen like a caged animal.
    Preston stood and moved close to her, hoping that the closeness of his body and his demeanor would sober her. “Avery Rose, you need to calm down. And you most definitely need to stop with the swearing and disrespect. You won’t like the consequences.”
    “I’m not liking the consequences of anything today. Why should I care about those consequences?” She tried to skirt around him, apparently trying to leave the room.
    Preston blocked her path and put an arm around her waist. “You should care, because the consequences will be painful and you’ve had a rough day already.”
    “Fuck you, Preston!” She laid her palms on his chest, pushing against him. However, she was so small she couldn’t even make him take a step. She slapped his arm, hard. She definitely had some spunk, but she needed a lesson and he was the man to teach it.
    “That’s