Finding Master Right(15)

Chapter 5



What am I doing?

She concentrated on the vague discomfort in her back, trying to ignore the fact that she barely knew this man and had her big ass, girl parts, and back . . . uh . . . hole basically in his face. He was sitting so close that sometimes she imagined she could feel his breath feather across the sensitive skin of her posterior. Or maybe it wasn’t her imagination at all.

Please let him be watching TV. Please let him have seen so many naked girls that this is boring and he’s barely paying attention.

“Do you have any idea how pretty your body is, Kate?” The low rumble of his voice was unexpected against the movie’s low volume.

Kill me now.

“You have, quite possibly, the loveliest legs I’ve ever seen.” A fingertip brushed the back of her thigh and she quivered. “Kate? I complimented one of your many assets. What do you say?”

Ugh. No one said this was going to be a Miss Manners quiz. She should probably just say thank you, but it sounded so conceited. “My legs are a bit too long, I think. My volleyball coach said they weren’t, but I think the high school paid her to be nice to students.”

Banner sighed. “Wrong answer.” He landed a stinging slap on her ass.

She gasped. “Ow!”

The burn spread across her skin as she tensed against a second blow that didn’t come. Wasn’t there some sort of rule saying he had to spread those smacks around? It felt as though he’d swatted her in the same spot as last time. She didn’t like the pain, really, but the sting was a reminder that someone had taken charge of her and he wasn’t messing around.

She opened her mouth to complain, but when she turned her head, she saw the reproach in his eyes and let her mouth shut again. She’d save the colorful expletives for when she was clothed and standing with her back against a wall. On a different continent.

“Good girl. Remember that back talk will get you punished. Every time. Okay?” The stern expression he wore sent a heavier ache to her clit. Where was the incentive to be good if being bad made him look at her like that?

“Yes, Sir.” The urge to be naughty, just to see what would happen, was strong. Her girly bits were hot and felt slick when she shifted.

“Now, what you should have said when I complimented your legs was, ‘Thank you, Sir.’ That’s all.”

“Thank you for saying I have nice legs, Sir.”

“Better.” His fingertips brushed slowly upward on her thigh.

Her body tensed. Part of her wanted to run away, or use her safeword, but a bigger part wanted to prove to Banner that he was wrong, and that she could do this.

He went quiet. The movie babbled on in the background, and she felt the pads of his fingers awaken every inch of flesh they skimmed over. Was he testing her to see if she’d panic? She tried to ignore him, but ignoring something that felt so damn good was impossible. Softness trailed after his fingers, warm breath. Lips where fingers had been. She wanted to urge him on, but that wasn’t how this worked. Things would happen when he chose for them to happen. She let it go. Accepted.

Or tried to. When he reached her pussy, her muscles locked. She swallowed hard. As she did, the collar moved, reminding her that this was his game, and she was only a toy. The whimper that stuttered in her throat made him chuckle quietly.

“You can be a very good girl when you want something, can’t you.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Yes, Sir.”

“On your questionnaire, you said that sex was something you’d consider. Is that what you want from me right now?”

This consent thing was damn embarrassing. “Yes, Sir.”

“Fuck.” He shifted in his seat. “Whose good girl are you?”

Her heart was thundering so loudly it almost drowned out his words. Whose? But this was supposed to be temporary. She let her mind follow his voice down that dark path. To a place where she offered up everything inside her, and he took it without hesitation, as his right. A small feminist voice in her head told her she was weak and sick. She told that voice to go fuck itself. For now she would do this.

“Yours,” she breathed.

A blow landed on the back of her thigh, just below her ass cheek, and she moaned, more from pleasure than pain.

“You may not have to call me ‘Master,’ girl, but you’ll damn well give me ‘Sir.’”

Sir. They’d agreed on just using his name, but now she had to agree Sir was more fitting.

His fingers slid through her telltale wetness, and he sighed appreciatively. “So ready.” Over and around his fingers slid, teasing, making her burn hotter. He tortured her clit, tapping, rubbing, pinching.

Kate pushed her face against the ottoman and tried not to move, but her body started to follow his fingers whenever he drew away for a moment.

Banner caught her clit between two fingers, and she wailed into the leather. “I asked you a question, Trouble. I demand a proper answer.”

“I-I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t remember what you asked.”

He squeezed harder and she squealed.

“I asked you once, Kate, you’ll regret it if I have to ask you again. Whose good girl are you?” The dark seduction of his voice and the threat between her legs, his teasing, and all of the build up to today . . .

A loud keening sound escaped her as she struggled to form words. She tried to fight her way back from the edge, but she could feel her body teetering, ready to come, impatient and hopeful.

“I’m yours, Master!”

Banner groaned, then rubbed his thumb over her sensitized bud. She howled, unable to stop the orgasm as pleasure overtook her. Every muscle in her body strained and protested, wanting more.

“Bad!” He growled in her ear and slapped her pussy, setting her off a second time. She curled up in a ball, her body clutching at nothing, frustrated at being denied the hard cock she knew was just inches away.

There was a metallic click, and something tugged at her collar. She looked up and there stood Banner, his brow low and his lip curled. Wrathful and holding the handle of a leash. He tugged, and she lurched to her feet.

“Come with me.”

She trailed after him, stumbling to keep up, the friction of her legs against her naked sex making her come again as they walked. If he noticed, he didn’t care, and she struggled to keep her balance as her body reveled in what he’d done.

But why was he so mad?

Oh shit. She’d read something about this.

“Please, Sir, I didn’t mean to come.” Tears welled in her eyes and one spilled over. Things had been going so well, but she’d ruined it. How was she supposed to stop herself from coming, though? Sometimes it was easy enough, but he didn’t know what it had been like for her. She hadn’t had sex in almost a year, and masturbating couldn’t hold a candle to this.

Orgasm aftershocks pulsed through her as he dragged her down the hall. One big hand banded her wrist and didn’t let go after she’d tripped and almost gone down.

Why was this so hot? Even the rough march down the hallway was turning her on. His proprietary grip on her wrist, his irritated gaze, knowing he was probably going to punish her for coming. Especially knowing he was going to punish her for coming. She shouldn’t like this, right? Books said some women were into it, but she’d never guessed she’d be one of them. And yet, the meaner he got the hotter it made her.

Banner turned out of the hall into a bedroom that was just as old-fashioned as the rest of the house she’d seen. A large four-poster bed with thick metal beams dominated the space, but the room was large enough that it didn’t feel crowded.

Her captor stopped and dropped her wrist, but he still held the end of her leash in one of his monster-sized hands. The anger hadn’t left his face, and he shook slightly.

Kate cowered back, stopping when she reached the end of the chain.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was going to happen until it was too late to stop. Sir.”

For a moment, he only stared at her, then he squeezed the bridge of his nose and tipped his head back.

“You called me Master.” His voice was hoarse, tense. “I’m sorry. You surprised me.”

Kate searched her mind, remembering him badgering her for something. Then she recalled what had accidentally slipped out.

“Is that why you’re angry? It was a mistake. I got my words all confused, but in my defense I was about to . . .” She made a hand gesture that she hoped would be sufficient. “I thought you were mad that I . . . finished without permission.”

“I’m not mad at you. I noticed you got off, but I can’t really do anything about that. I forgot to tell you to ask first, so I can’t punish you.”

Relieved she hadn’t upset him, she ran a finger over a few cold links of the chain that connected them, and she watched his face. His gaze was on her fingers. “What would you do to me if I was your slave and I came without permission?”

“I don’t think you want to know that, Kate.” His eyes became hooded. “I’m a sadist.”

Curious, she stepped closer. “Would you do something really bad?”

“I’d cane your pussy.”

She gasped, and he wrapped the chain around his hand and tugged her closer. “I just can’t believe how out of control you make me feel. I’m supposed to be a responsible adult here.”