Finding Master Right(16)

Fear mixed with excitement, making her belly flutter. “What do I make you want to do?”

Banner’s eyes narrowed, dark and ominous. “Hurt you, control you. Make you come.”

She ran her tongue over the back of her teeth. Her throat was dry. A sarcastic comeback eluded her. Finally, she settled for straight forward, feeling like Oliver Twist.

“Please, Sir.”

Again he tugged on the chain, reeling her in, then hooking a finger under the collar, making it just a bit too tight. “Please?”

“Yes.”

He brushed his lips against hers. “Use your words, girl. Tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you if you can have it. What do you want? For me to let you go? To go home?”

Kate tried to kiss him, but he held her in place by the collar, their lips barely touching.

“Answer me now.”

Embarrassed, she let her gaze wander. “I want all of the things you said. I want you to control me . . .” She couldn’t say the rest. Pain didn’t normally entice her, but right now, maybe she wanted that too.

“You don’t want to come?”

She didn’t just want to come. Jeez. How did a nice girl just come out and tell a guy she wanted hot, nasty sex?

“I—I do, but not like before. Uh . . . Sir.” Ugh. Real smooth, Kate. After that sexy proposition, how could he possibly resist?

His low chuckle sounded evil at the core. “So you don’t want to come that way? Would you prefer I take you to my dungeon and hang you from your ankles?”

She frowned at him and made a sound of annoyance. “Banner, you know what I mean. You didn’t bring me in here without being pretty sure what I wanted. Quit being difficult.”

“Mind that mouth of yours, or I’ll put you over my knee again.”

She could feel him watching with interest as she averted her gaze. Did she want another spanking? Damn. She didn’t know what she wanted anymore.

Motion caught her attention. One-handed, he yanked his T-shirt off.

For a moment, the breadth of his chest and the ripple of his muscles baffled her. No wonder he could manhandle her as if she were a rag doll. She wasn’t exactly tiny.

“Are you okay?” He chuckled, and with difficulty she moved her gaze back up to his face.

“Sorry, Sir. I was just surprised.”

“You hadn’t considered that I might have a chest under my shirt?” He smiled, obviously aware she was admiring his build. At least he wasn’t flexing or showing off.

“I did, Sir. I just didn’t know my imagination was so conservative.”

“Come here.” He led her to the bed, where he sat on the edge.

To her chagrin, he guided her to lie face down, over his lap. Last time it had been a surprise. This time she felt like an idiot—she was too big to be on someone’s lap. So why was this so arousing? Maybe because of the dominance? Because he was taking control and doing what he wanted, even knowing it embarrassed her?

Ugh. Stupid, annoying sex drive.

“I’m not a child, and I didn’t even do anything!”

His hand snaked into her hair, holding her in place before she did something crazy to get herself in trouble. Like try to get up.

“No, you’re definitely a grown woman.” His free hand slipped down her spine, then caressed the curve of her ass. “I’m not doing this because you were mouthy, although I should. I’m doing this because when I mentioned putting you over my knee, it excited you. You’ve been a relatively good girl today, so you deserve a reward.”

“My reward is a spanking? How does that make sense?”

He slapped one of her ass cheeks, and she gasped.

“Because you like this.” His first few blows were light but gradually got harder.

Her embarrassment hurt more than the warm glow that started on her ass. Being over his lap was somehow worse than kneeling in vulnerable positions on the ottoman. Even though he could see less, it was more personal. A swat landed just below her ass cheek and she squealed in surprise.

“Hurts there, doesn’t it?”

Two more and it was starting to feel as if her ass was horribly sunburned. She tried to squirm away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He grabbed the back of her neck, and she stilled, melting against him.

“It hurts! I don’t like it.” The words had come out as a whine, but dignity had disappeared when she’d landed over his knee.

His hand quested between her legs, finding her wet, proving she was a liar. Unable to help it, she spread her thighs to make it easier for him, and he plunged a finger inside her. Her legs went hot, cold, felt hollow, as he finger-fucked her.

“Please, fuck me, Sir. Please!” she babbled.

“Oh, but I don’t think you’re ready for me yet, baby girl.” His voice was quiet and mocking.

God, how could words make this hotter?

“I am. I promise.” Her pussy clenched around his finger. “I’ll do anything you want.”

“That’s a dangerous thing to offer a man like me.” Something brushed over her anus, gentle and tickling.

She froze, trying to process the foreign sensation.

“What’s the matter, Kate?” He did it again.

She shuddered and tried, in vain, to pull away. “No, no. Don’t!” Her whole body quivered, on the brink of orgasm.

“Have you ever been touched there before?”

“No, Sir.” She was panting, the warm weight of his hand feeling heavy and controlling on her neck.

“Your body likes it.”

Kate was wound so tight she felt as though she was vibrating. “Not today. Not today, please, Sir. It makes me too confused. I need to come.”

“Hmm. You want to, you don’t need to.” Banner shifted under her and she felt his hard cock pressed into her side.

“Please, you don’t understand.” She sobbed. “Please, Master, I beg you.”

Banner swore and lifted her, then tossed her facedown on the bed. She writhed there for a moment, her moans drowning out whatever he was doing. Would he leave her there, untouched? Kate pressed a hand between her legs, and he pinched her ass hard. She shrieked, and he grabbed her ankles, crossing them and flipping her over.

“You don’t touch yourself without my permission.” He put a hand between her legs, and she tried to rub against him. “This is mine. It’s not for you to play with unless I tell you to.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He yanked her to the edge of the bed. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Surprised, she glanced down to find that his pants were gone, and his enormous cock was sheathed in a condom. Damn, he was big. Maybe the size of his hands should have clued her in.

He wrapped her legs around him and ran the tip of his cock up and down the slipperiness of her slit. He lined himself up with her entrance and started to push. She mewled and struggled but didn’t want to get away. Slowly, her body accepted him, stretching to accommodate his girth.

Banner crooned to her, stroking her skin, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples into points.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed when he bottomed out just as he’d gotten all the way in.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” She whimpered, so full she was afraid to move.

Banner groaned, moving slowly until she loosened up. “Don’t be sorry.” He rolled his hips and thrust in harder, the angle making him hit her G-spot.

She moaned, long and lusty, and she couldn’t make herself care. Again he did it, and again.

With her vision blurred, she tried to stay in control, but his cock stole her wits. Her mouth went slack and her body obeyed his. Hands gripped her thighs, tilting her toward him so he could take what he wanted. The pressure built inside, impossible to escape. She panted, trying to wait, trying to stop herself.

Banner buried his face in her hair. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” He moaned in her ear, sending shivers streaking through her. “I can feel every ripple. You’re trying so hard to be a good girl.”

“Please, Sir, I’m trying to be good. But I need to come now. I have to come,” she pled, writhing beneath him.

“Wait. Shhh. You can wait, can’t you?” His gruff voice was almost her undoing. “Waiting makes it better.”

Kate panted, trying to calm herself down, but even the sound of their harsh breathing was turning her on. Everything inside her clenched. He propped himself up on his arms and looked down at her, the expression she saw there wild and possessive. His pelvis rubbed her sensitive flesh, and he wrapped a hand gently around her throat.

That hand, just resting there, almost tipped her over the edge.

“Please, Banner, I can’t stop.” The high-pitched wail didn’t even sound like her.

Above her, he froze, gritting his teeth. “Okay, okay. You can come.”

Kate’s body arched upward, her eyes rolled back, and her jaw locked. Banner thrust hard, his dick swelling inside her, demanding a response. She cried out. Her pussy clamped down on his brutally hard cock as he battered into her.

“That’s right. Scream for me, Kate.” He let go of her throat and reached between them, then pinched viciously at one of her nipples.

The pain shot straight to her core, forcing her orgasm to persevere. She writhed beneath him, helpless.

“Please, I’m sorry,” she babbled. “I can’t stop!”