Finding Master Right(14)

She straightened and looked up at him from beneath her lashes.

“Should I do it while I’m kneeling here or stand up, Banner?”

His heart thumped emphatically. He hoped she couldn’t hear it.

“It would probably be easier if you stood.” He leaned back in his chair, working on looking like a cocky bastard rather than letting her see that she’d caught him off guard.

Kate placed a gentle hand on his knee to steady herself as she rose, and the intimacy of the gesture moved him from uncertainty to a more familiar self-assurance.

She was hesitating so hard it looked painful. When she fiddled with the bottom edge of her T-shirt, stalling, he corrected her.

“Look at me while you do it. I haven’t given you permission to look away.”

“Yes, Sir.” When she moved to comply, her reluctance to disrobe made her movements slow, piquing his interest more than she had probably meant to. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m not usually this forward.”

“Has anyone made you do this before?”

“Undress while they watched me? Not like this. Maybe they watched when I undressed, but not so . . . intentionally.” The shirt had just reached the bottom curve of her pert breasts, then slid upward to reveal hardened nipples.

Banner drew a shaky breath. It didn’t matter that this was almost vanilla, his dick ached for her. Sure, her T-shirt had been skin tight, but naked was so much more interesting. She pulled the shirt over her head, threw it beside his chair, then slid her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants. He’d meant to keep her clothed for today, at least. He really had. But he couldn’t resist the temptation of seeing the lovely body her clothing always hinted at.

“I’m not perfect,” she warned shyly.

“Perfection bores me. Show me what isn’t perfect and I’ll give you my opinion.”

“I have a big butt. It doesn’t seem to matter what I do.”

“Show me.”

She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

He couldn’t bring himself to correct her for calling him “Sir” again. It sounded lovely coming from her mouth. “Turn your back to me and push your pants down all the way to your ankles.”

She whimpered but turned her back, then started sliding the pants slowly down, baring herself to him inch by inch. To him her ass was round and perfect—the type that begged for a Master’s hand, or maybe his teeth. He adjusted his hard-on through his jeans as he watched her bend all the way over, then snap back up as though she were made of impatient elastics. She kicked her pants in the direction of her shirt then turned to face him, covering her pussy with her hand.

“Did I say you were allowed to hide yourself from me?”

“No, Sir.”

He ignored her as she let her shielding hand fall away. Instead, he slid open the small side table drawer to retrieve the plain leather collar he’d bought for her, in case they ever reached this point. It was just to get her used to it, for now. This one meant nothing, other than that he had a collar fetish.

“Kneel on the ottoman.” He pointed at the round leather platform, which could be used to prop his feet up or put refreshments on. It would serve a much more nefarious purpose today.

She backed away from him toward the platform, using her legs to find it since she’d apparently remembered that she wasn’t to look away. Banner took some satisfaction in that, at least. It took a moment to arrange herself on it, knees pressed tightly together and hair falling forward to cover her breasts. He got up from his chair and approached her slowly.

“Your ass is as charming as the rest of you. If you insult your body again in my presence, you will be punished.”

“But it’s mine! Why shouldn’t I be able to say what I want about it?”

Her grabbed Kate’s chin and stared into her eyes. “Because when you insult yourself, you insult my taste in women. I won’t tolerate it.” He brushed her hair back so that it stopped obscuring his view, then tapped the inside of her knee to nudge her legs farther apart. Her pussy was completely devoid of hair. Naughty girl. For a moment he slid his fingers up the inside of her thigh to test her reaction. There was no cringing back, just a nervous silence. He stopped midthigh and withdrew his hand, then hid his amusement when she exhaled heavily.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked, holding up the collar.

“A collar, Sir?”

“Yes. This one is just to remind you who’s in charge today. When it’s around your neck, you are mine. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Banner fastened the collar around her neck. The amount of satisfaction he felt at seeing it there was ridiculous. Kate’s eyes glossed over, and when he ran his thumb over her lips she opened her mouth so obediently that he almost groaned aloud. How could she be this submissive and not know? He slid the tip of his thumb into her mouth, and she suckled and nipped at it. His cock throbbed with envy.

When Banner couldn’t stand it anymore, he pulled his hand away. How she’d made that so frustrating was a mystery. It was only his thumb!

He grabbed the chair and dragged it closer to the ottoman. “I get the impression you’re used to getting what you want right away. When you have a Dom, he’ll use you when he feels like it, or he’ll make you wait. You don’t get to pick. Some will let their submissives ask for what they want, but some expect their women to wait patiently to be noticed.”

“So you’d walk away?” she whispered.

“I might, to remind you of your place. It would be hard for me to do today though.”

“And why is that?” Naked, collared, kneeling where he’d placed her, and she suddenly looked smug? Oh, the things he wanted to do to her.

Rather than answer, he grabbed the remote and started the movie he’d cued up to watch if she hadn’t shown up.

She sighed noisily and shifted. “Are you seriously going to watch TV right now?”

“If you move you’ll be punished. You need to learn to do what you’re told.”

“Oh reeeeally?” She snickered.

“This is your last warning, Kate.” He arched a brow, waiting to see how far she would push him. “You need to watch your tone with a Dom, and especially with me.” Mischief and trepidation warred in her eyes and he waited, not willing to lay bets on which one would win.

She settled, so he turned his gaze to the opening credits, even though his attention was on the girl. About five minutes into the movie she started to fidget. At first it was small things—a slight shift of the leg, a repositioning of the hand. It seemed like an innocent reaction to holding her position for so long. A few more minutes and she stretched her back, thrusting her breasts out at him, then tipped her head back and looked at the ceiling.

“Is there a problem, Trouble?”

“I’m bored.”

“That’s not my problem. This is something you need to get used to. Right now I’m busy, so I’m not going to touch you. Exercise some patience and wait.”

She frowned at him. “I’m not a patient person. And what if I don’t want to be touched by you?” Her voice had tripped over the word “touched.” “Maybe this was a mistake.”

Her reaction was interesting. The word had triggered something. And why was her impatience and pouting turning him on? Typically, he had no tolerance for that in a submissive. Did she truly understand what dominance meant? He had to take a strong stance with her now, before she thought submission was a cakewalk.

“I don’t care what you want. I might touch you later, if I feel like it.” Oh, he felt like it, alright. “You have a safeword to use if I do something you don’t want, but other than that you’ll do what I say. If you don’t want to be here, you know where the door is.”

Kate growled in frustration. “The least you could do is let me turn around so I can watch the movie.”

“Oh, you want to watch the movie? I’m sorry. How rude of me.” Banner suppressed his annoyance and rose to his feet. He grabbed her by the waist, ignoring her squawk of surprise, and turned her toward the flat screen. “Kneel up.” She complied, and he shoved her shoulders down until her chest and the side of her face were against the ottoman, her bottom high in the air. As an artist, the arch of her back and the curve of her ass gave him a lot to admire. As a man, it made him groan. “Stay.”

“What? No!” She knelt up again.

She wanted to know what things were like with him? Fine.

In one fluid movement he was sitting on the chair, with the naughty girl dangling face down over his lap. He swatted her ass four times, finding the jiggle and her squeals sexy and distracting, but this wasn’t the time to play with her. Roughly, he put her back in position and held her there by her hair, even though she wasn’t fighting him. Her body was starting to respond submissively, which gave him a more optimistic outlook on trying to train her. He traced the well-defined handprints he’d left with the tip of his finger.

“I said stay, Kate. Do you understand what that means?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice shook.

“I’ll be seeing every inch of you anyway, so there’s no need to be shy. Modesty is never worth the punishment. Remember that.” He sat back in his chair and pretended to become engrossed in the movie, but really he just watched her and tried not to think about the fact that he wanted to be balls deep in her pretty pussy instead of trying to teach her obedience. She was right there—her delicate flesh exposed to him, her body at his mercy.