"Pour me a scotch and meet me in my bedroom," he said as he walked up the stairs.
"Yes, Master." She headed for the bar off his study.
His bedroom? She was a little nervous about that since they hadn't been there since that first failed test weekend. Anytime they were together in the past few weeks, they were in the playroom or, occasionally, he would come to her room if he wanted sex in the middle of the night.
She quickly fixed his drink and went to his bedroom, because he didn't like to be kept waiting. She gently knocked and when he told her she could come in, she opened the door and entered the room with her head lowered, awaiting his next instruction.
"Come to me," he said in a low voice.
She did as he said and handed him his drink. His shoes, socks, and shirt were off and he stood by the bed in his dress pants. Every time she saw him, she wanted more. His body was so well defined she had to fight the urge to reach out and run her hands down his chest. He still hadn't given her free reign to touch him when they were together, and she was starting to think he never would.
"Thank you." He took his scotch and slowly sipped it, never taking his eyes away from hers. He swirled the amber colored liquid around in the glass before bringing it back up to his lips and taking another sip.
"You're welcome, Master."
She was so focused on his mouth and the way his lips pressed against the glass that she couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to kiss him. He hadn't allowed that yet either.
He placed the glass on the dresser next to him and pulled her toward him.
Her heart was pounding out of her chest, but that always happened when he got that certain look in his eyes. The look that told her he was in his Dom mode and there was no turning back. It excited her and threw her whole body into overdrive, but at the same time it caused a certain amount of fear to course through her system.
He brushed his lips against her jaw and then trailed them up to her ear. "You pleased me tonight," he whispered and the feel of his breath against her skin caused her to tremble. He quickly spun her around and wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
He walked them over to the huge floor-length windows that overlooked the backyard. The moon was full and shining into the bedroom, causing their reflections to bounce off the glass. Katherine could see his face in the glass and watched as he lowered his mouth to her bare shoulder.
He gently kissed it as he worked his fingers up to the zipper of her dress.
"I've wanted to take this dress off you all night," he said as he slowly lowered the zipper. He slipped the thin straps from her shoulders and let them fall just below her naked breasts. He moved his hands in front of her to cup them, gently rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. She stood mesmerized, as she watched his every move through the window.
"Good girl," he whispered against her ear, and she knew he was referring to the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.
When the dress was delivered, it had come with shoes and a note that said she was only to wear what was provided and nothing else.
He moved his hands down her stomach and to her hips, kissing her neck and gently grinding his very hard erection into her backside. He pushed on the fabric of the dress that rested on her hips and let it fall to her feet, revealing her naked body to him.
"You follow directions very well, my sweet girl, and for that, you'll be rewarded." He splayed one hand across her stomach, pulling her closer. With the other hand, he palmed her aching center. She could feel the wetness seep from inside her and drip down her thighs. He trailed the hand that was on her stomach up to her nipple and started rolling and pinching it as he let his fingers slip inside her, and all the while he was still grinding against her.
"I've thought about this body all week," he mumbled against her ear. "The way your pussy tastes when you come on my tongue, how hot your tight little cunt is around my cock and the way your mouth feels when I explode down your throat."
"Ahh … " she moaned, and the faster he moved his fingers in and out of her, the more she wanted to come, but she hadn't been given permission for that, so as much as she wanted to let go and give into his actions, she had to focus and hold off or she'd suffer the consequences.
"Do you want to come?" He smiled against her neck. "I can feel how tight your muscles are."
"Please, Master," she begged.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of her, and she whimpered at the loss. He chuckled, but she didn't find it funny at all.
"I'd much rather you come on my cock." He unzipped his pants and let them fall to his ankles along with his boxers. She watched as he kicked them, and her dress, out of the way, and then he pushed her up against the cool window. The chilly glass was a welcomed contrast to her steamy skin. She could feel the sweat starting to gather at the nape of her neck and slide down her back. It wasn't even hot in there, but her body was on fire.
"You were perfect this evening," he whispered as he rubbed the tip of his cock against the crack of her behind. She immediately tensed up, and he sensed it.
"Relax," he murmured against her neck. "I won't disrespect your limits." He continued to rub his cock against her ass. "I just want a little feel, that's all."
Katherine closed her eyes and let him feel her. It wasn't so bad. He was so hard, and she could feel his pre-cum trickling down her crack. He slipped his hands over her cheeks and then to the small of her back, gently forcing her to bend over slightly. The shift in movement caused his cock to slide closer to her heated sex. She spread her legs and braced herself for what was coming next.
"Put your hands against the glass and hold still," he commanded.
She pressed her palms to the window and waited for him to enter her. He rubbed his tip against her entrance, much like he had done a few seconds earlier, and then with one fast thrust he was inside her. Her body jerked against the window, but she tried to keep herself upright.
"I told you to hold still." He pushed his chest against her back, pinning her against the window, clutching her hips to keep her in place. She turned her head to the side and rested her check on the glass as he thrust in and out of her. Her fingertips dragged down the window, leaving smeared prints in their wake.
They were both panting now and the harder he pounded into her, the more she wanted. He dropped his head and rested it on her shoulder as he continued to slam into her at a punishing pace. She was so close, but tried to stay focused and wait for his command. She prayed it came soon, or she'd be coming all over him.
She tried to suppress her screams, but need took over. "Master … I … " She clenched her muscles, but it was too late.
"Let go," he whispered. "I know you can't hold on any longer."
Katherine knew Luke wasn't cruel, and he had pretty good knowledge of her body. He always sensed when she was ready to explode.
"Oh! Thank God!"
She screamed out her release as she clawed at the window, her knees beginning to give out from the weight of her rigid body. She wasn't sure how or even when, but the next thing she knew, they were now on their knees and he was slowly moving in and out of her, and she could feel his warm come shooting inside her.
He didn't speak for a few minutes, just held her tight against his chest and tried to get his breathing under control. He moved his lips against her neck and then down to her shoulders. She liked when he lingered against her, but he didn't do it often. She turned to face him, but he stopped her before she could completely shift her body. She wanted to touch him and hold him. She was beginning to crave that after each encounter, but he never allowed it.
He gently kissed her cheek. "I'll take breakfast in the dining room at eight tomorrow morning."
"But-" She stopped because she wasn't even sure what she wanted to say.
"Good night, Katherine." He stood up and walked into the bathroom.
She stayed on her knees for a few seconds before getting up and heading to the place where she belonged …
The sub bedroom.
Chapter 7
Punishment …
Luke heard the commotion outside his office.
"I'm sorry, Miss, but you can't just barge in there," his assistant said.
"The hell I can't!" Katherine hissed at her.
He got up from his desk and headed for the door to see what the problem was when she came barreling through with Olivia, his assistant, a step behind her.