Chapter 3Trey stood without letting go of me and headed straight for our bedroom. I loved that he could lift and carry me, and I loved it whenever he did it because it didn’t happen often. He liked to send me to different rooms or places and have me wait for him, posed and perfect, so that when he walked in, I was ready for him. I liked that, too. But there was something about the show of strength in him carrying me that really did it for me.
Of course, this was supposed to be punishment. I couldn’t even begin to guess what my Dom had in mind, and I didn’t even speculate. Trey didn’t have to punish me often, and when he did, it was often to help me remember something instead of a true punishment. And to be fair, even though I’d been naughty, there was no doubt in my mind this wouldn’t be
