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Be My Everything(9)

By:Ella Jade


"You're dismissed to your bedroom." He stepped out of her way, giving  her a clear path to the stairs. "You can take some time to reflect on  the importance of being punctual."

She nodded, holding back a sob as she turned toward the stairs. He didn't say anything else as he headed down the foyer.

Banished to the sub bedroom all because she was four minutes late, but  trying to explain to him that there was an accident on the main road and  she got detoured would have been useless. He wasn't looking for an  excuse, and she knew that particular moment wasn't the time to plead her  case.

This was the first time she'd ever been sent up here before a scheduled  playtime. If this was supposed to be a punishment, it was very  effective. She liked being around him and wanted to get to know him  better. He didn't speak to her much outside of a scene over the weekend,  and at times, it was awkward to share a living space in his house for  two days. There was nothing conventional about this set up at all, but  Katherine didn't care because predictable hadn't seemed to work out for  her before.

She had looked forward to spending time with Luke all week, but now she  didn't expect to see him this evening. She'd screwed up, but eventually  they'd have to move past this, so instead of stressing too much over  what her Master had planned for her next, she decided to take a hot,  relaxing shower.

She had known as soon as she turned onto that road and found cars backed  up a mile long, that she was going to be late. But regardless of the  reason she was late, she had been told to be here at a designated time  and she'd disappointed him. That was the worst part. Not that she was  being punished, although she was a little curious to see how far he'd  actually take her first punishment. What bothered her most was she'd let  him down. And all because of four freakin' minutes.

She stripped, neatly folded her clothes, and placed them in the corner  of the room. Her Master required everything to be in order, and she  didn't need to infuriate him any further. She slid open the glass doors,  stepped inside the amazingly powerful jets, and eased her way under the  spray. All of her work week stress seemed to evaporate whenever she  entered his house. It was relinquishing the control, the pride she took  in submitting to him, and her constant desire to please him that kept  her coming back. Six weeks ago, when she agreed to attend that little  Dom-sub meet and greet, she never could've imagined the ways this kind  of relationship could help her.

But there was something she craved more than anything else. It was being  close to a man like Lucas Cain. He was strong, powerful, and  passionate. In the short time they'd been together, he'd made her see  herself more clearly than she'd ever had before. The day he collared her  was one of the most significant moments in her life. She knew the  weight that tiny piece of jewelry held. And it gave her a certain sense  of pride knowing he wanted her and only her.

Katherine's whole body tensed when she heard the glass doors open and  close, but he didn't shut them all the way, or at least she didn't hear  them slide shut.

"Don't turn around," he whispered in that deadly calm, commanding voice. "You haven't earned the right to look at me."

She didn't care if she could turn around or not. He was here, and that was all that mattered to her.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back against his  chest. She could feel his massive hard-on rubbing against her ass cheek.

"You know you're a dirty girl." He grabbed her hair and yanked her head  back. "That's why you're in the shower. Trying to wash away your filth."

Katherine didn't answer. When he was in this mode, all questions were rhetorical. But she liked when he talked to her like that.

He quickly turned her, pressing her against the doors and she noticed  out of the corner of her eye they were left slightly ajar on either  side. Everything he did was calculated, and he was too meticulous to  have left them opened by accident. Not to mention the fact that the  floor was getting wet as some of the water flowed out. Her hands were  pinned between the steamy glass and her breasts, leaving her little  wiggle room.                       
       
           



       

"Not only have you not earned the right to look at me," he growled in  her ear, "but you don't get the privilege of my hands on you either."

He moved his hands to the outside of the glass at either end of the  doors and pressed them up against the spots of her breasts and  over-eager sex. Through the steam, she could vaguely make out their  bodies in the mirror that hung over the sink. She craved his hands on  her body and that was exactly his purpose.

She jumped when he ran his lips along her neck. The whole scene was strangely erotic.

"Get up on your toes," he whispered.

Once she did as he asked, she arched her backside against him and in one  swift, skilled move he was deep inside her. She could feel his balls  slapping against her ass.

She wanted to scream out in ecstasy, because the sensation of him  filling her so completely was the most fulfilling thing she'd ever  experienced. But she knew if she vocalized without permission, he'd stop  this scene and she'd be left feeling empty. She was already lucky he  was even in the shower with her after she'd arrived late. He could have  sent her home for disobeying his rules.

"Katherine," he whispered as he moved in and out of her. "You are the most amazing woman I've ever had the pleasure of fucking."

She bit her lip to stifle a moan and hold off on an orgasm. Over the  last two weekends, they'd been working on how she was to control her  orgasms and come on command.

"I should be fucking you with my fingers too, but you were such a bad  little girl." His thrusts were becoming harder, and she assumed he was  trying to bring himself to a fast release. "I refuse to touch you. You  need to long for it."

She let out a labored breath, but managed to stay quiet.

"The fact that you're even getting my cock tonight is a reward in itself  for you." He bit and sucked on her neck. "But I decided I shouldn't be  punished for your defiance."

As her fingers slipped down the wet glass, her legs began to buckle  underneath her weight. She was exhausted, and he must have realized it,  because he pressed his upper body against her back to hold her in place  against the doors as he relentlessly pounded into her.

"I'm almost there," he moaned. "Later, your mouth will be really busy and then I'll let you ride my cock."

Please! She wanted to scream out, but she just let him finish. What else could she do?

"Fuck!" He stilled his movements, and then he shook against her as he  released fast inside her. He slowly pulled out. "No release for you  tonight. Your actions have consequences."

She tried to catch her breath as she panted and steadied her legs. He  moved his hands from the outside of the glass and slipped them around  her body, turning her to face him. He stared into her eyes for a few  moments and then gently kissed her forehead. Her breathing started to  regulate and she was able to settle down. He had a unique way of calming  her which didn't make sense since he was always in control of her.

"I don't take pleasure in punishing you," he said. "But now you'll never be late for me again."

She knew he wasn't seeking a response.

"Clean up the water on the floor and then join me in the dining room."

"Yes, Master."

"You have a lot of work to do this weekend, my beautiful Katherine."

He stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel from the rack, and quickly  exited the bathroom. She took a deep breath and then smiled to herself.  If riding that man's cock was considered work, she'd gladly oblige.

* * * *

A few minutes later, she was seated by his feet in the dining room with her eyes focused on the hardwood floor beneath her.

"I want to make sure you understand what happened tonight," he said.  "You violated the terms of our agreement when you arrived after the  designated time. And while you may only think you were a few minutes  late, I couldn't possibly let that slip. There's a reason we have rules  in place."

She didn't say anything. He hadn't asked her a direct question and they were in the dining room.

"It's my responsibility to make sure you have everything you need to  make our agreement successful, and if that truck, is it-" he said as he  waved his hand toward the window, "isn't reliable then we have to do  something about that."

She looked up at him. He couldn't possibly be suggesting what she thought he was suggesting.

"I'll provide you with a new form of transportation," he continued. "Is there anything in particular that you'd like?"

"What?"