Be My Everything(13)

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall around  his ankles. His erection sprang free and was standing at full attention.  He'd been hard since she entered the foyer, but the mere sight of her  did that to him. No other woman ever had this kind of power over him.

"Serve me orally," he said in a low voice.

"Yes, Master," she whispered as she inched closer to him and sat up on her knees.

She ran her hands up his thighs, because she always stole any  opportunity to touch him intimately. He had to close his eyes and  concentrate. He liked when she touched him unprovoked, but he didn't  give her the opening often. She reached for the base of his cock as she  leaned her head forward and swirled her tongue at the tip, licking the  moisture up that had beaded there. She slowly ran her tongue over her  lips before taking him into her mouth.

She is so fucking sexy, he thought as he settled against her face.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her closer. She didn't miss a beat as she  sucked and licked his painfully hard dick. He continued to tug at her  hair, moving her over him at a rapid pace before slowing down and  letting her take over.

She ran her hand under his balls, cupping them in her palm as she licked the vein underneath his dick.

"Fuck!" he hissed. "Take all of me in your mouth."

She hesitated for a moment before she moved her head even closer to his  body. He felt her hair brush against his stomach and then he was  completely engulfed in her warmth. He thrust his hips forward, hitting  the back of her throat, but she didn't stop. She continued to bob her  head back and forth as she scraped her teeth against his sensitive skin,  just the way he liked it.                       
       
           



       

"That's my girl," he breathlessly moaned as he pulled on her hair. "This is the way to please me."

He thought it was almost a crime he'd have to punish her the rest of the  weekend. It was wasted time, and he hated to squander a single minute  of his time with her, but he was already entirely too soft on her.

"Hmm," she hummed around his cock. The vibration sent him over the edge as he spiraled toward his release.

"Don't waste a drop of it," he screamed as he shot his load down her throat.

He softened in her mouth as he got his breathing under control while she  licked him clean. She stayed completely still, waiting for him to  speak.

"Fix my clothes," he ordered.

Once she got his pants back into place and shirt tucked in, she buckled  his belt and ran her hands down either side of his thighs, smoothing out  the creases. She continued to rub her hands against his legs and then  up to his hips, but he couldn't take it anymore. Part of him wanted to  carry her up the steps and make slow love to her all night long.

Make love, he thought. What the fuck was she doing to him?

"Enough." This was exactly why he couldn't allow her to be intimate with him. He had to stay in control.

She quickly removed her hands and sat back down on her heels, dropping  her head. He knew he was hurting her feelings, but it was better for her  in the long run. She shouldn't develop an emotional connection to him.  He wasn't capable of reciprocating. That was why he'd entered into this  life in the first place. He didn't want all the baggage that came with a  relationship. It wasn't anything he ever saw for himself. He was a busy  man who knew what he liked in the bedroom and didn't want to waste time  with all of the nonsense that came with a normal relationship.

"I'll take my dinner in the dining room."

She looked up at him, but didn't move right away.

"Now."

He walked down the foyer and sat at the large table, spreading his  newspaper out in front of him. The dinner portion of the evening would  be easy, he had ordered out and had it sitting in the warming drawer in  the kitchen. He ordered enough for both of them, but he intended on  making her serve him first before he allowed her to eat.

A few minutes later, she appeared in the doorway with his plate in her  hand. She slowly walked toward him and set it down in front of him. He  already had his place set, so he picked up the fork and motioned at his  glass.

"I'll take white wine from the bar."

She hurried over to the bar off the study and returned with the bottle.  She poured him a glass and then set the bottle down on the table.

"Thank you," he said as he glanced down at his feet.

She immediately realized what he wanted and kneeled before him.

He savored his meal, reading the paper at leisure and sipping his wine.  Katherine didn't take her eyes away from him. He'd purposely picked her  favorite meal, eggplant parmesan from Vinnie's Bistro. He wanted her to  anticipate her dinner and wonder if he'd be allowing her to have some.

He took longer than usual to eat, dragging out her torture over what was  to come next. When he was finally finished, he pushed his plate away  and abruptly stood up. She quickly looked at the floor.

"Once you clear the table, you may eat in the kitchen," he said. "Then  you're free to go to your room and think about the way you defied me  earlier this week."

She didn't say anything, but he knew she wouldn't.

"I'm meeting some friends for breakfast in the morning," he informed her.

He rarely spent time away from her on the weekends, but he was busy at  work and the fact that he wasn't going to be here when she came down  only further enhanced her punishment.

"So, you may eat breakfast in the kitchen," he continued. "I'll be home  around noon, and I'll expect you in my study waiting for me. I've left  you something to wear tomorrow. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered.

"Good," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

That night had to be the longest of Luke's life. He didn't sleep at all,  knowing Katherine was down the hall and waiting for him to come to her.  He wanted to go to her and fuck some sense into her, but he was proving  a point, and a little distance was good for the both of them.

It had taken him days to settle down after she came to his office and  accused him of treating her like a whore. He wasn't even sure he could  handle seeing her this weekend and almost decided her punishment should  be that she stay home alone all weekend. But he couldn't bear to be away  from her. He was becoming used to her presence, and just thinking about  not being able to touch her all weekend infuriated him.                       
       
           



       

He wasn't the one who had done anything wrong, so why should he be  punished? No, in the end, this was the better route. He'd have her here  and she'd have to experience just how disappointed he was with her. By  the time the weekend was over, she would never challenge him again.

Luke entered the study at noon and Katherine was already waiting on her  knees by his desk. Her posture was perfect, but her body was stiff. He  thought she looked incredible in the short, pleated skirt and the  perfectly pressed, tight, white dress shirt.

"My little schoolgirl," he whispered as he stood in the doorway.

He circled her and stopped directly behind her, bending over and lifting  up her skirt. He smiled because she wasn't wearing any panties. Her  pale ass was smooth and soft, and he was hard just looking at it. The  fact that she hadn't given him permission to take it made it all the  more tempting. He draped her skirt back over her bottom and gave it a  swift smack. Her body jolted at the contact.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Sierra," he said. "Did you have a good morning?"

"Yes, Master," she answered.

"You'll refer to me as Mr. Cain today," he informed her.

"Yes, Mr. Cain."

"I hear the reason you're in my office is because you've been a bad little girl this week."

"Yes, Master … I mean, Mr. Cain."

He arched a brow at her as he sat down at his desk. He switched on the  computer monitor and looked over the papers that were in front of him.

"I have an extremely busy afternoon ahead of me," he said. "But I want  you close, so you'll stay here. I'll expect you to sit quietly and not  disturb me."

She nodded.

The first hour, he hardly knew she was there. She kneeled silently by  his feet. About halfway into the second hour, she shifted her position a  few times, but didn't disturb him. Hour three proved to be a challenge  for her as she fidgeted and rubbed her hands against her thighs.

"Is there a problem?" he asked, without looking up from the monitor.

"I'm cold, Mr. Cain, and my legs are falling asleep," she admitted. "But I'm fine."

"Hmm," he said as he continued to work on the spreadsheet that had been  giving him a problem for the past hour. It wasn't as if it was  difficult, but he had been thinking about all the ways he could take her  in that schoolgirl uniform she was wearing and was rather distracted.