Not a word of praise or thanks passed his lips for her obedience. Slaves were expected to kneel, to wait. That was becoming clear. He opened a cabinet and the array of implements it held stunned her. Flogger, crop, cane, whip, paddle—she knew those. There were other unpleasant-looking things that were a mystery. Now that he could do what he wanted to her, what would he do?
Fear and anticipation coursed through her, and she felt dizzy. Calm down, Kate, fainting isn’t sexy.
“My knees are getting sore. Are you going to leave me here all night?” The words were out before she could review them.
The smile he turned on her was terrifying.
“Impolite girls don’t get treated politely.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her to her feet, then made her hunch over before he walked her to the bed. “You’re used to being in charge, Kate, but tonight that’s not going to happen. Tonight I’ll do what I want, and you’ll thank me for it. Understood?” She grunted from the discomfort, and he must have taken it for agreement, because he resumed his lecture. “While you’re with me, you’re my toy—a thing for me to play with. If you want to be treated like a good girl, you need to act like one. Sassing will get you in a world of trouble.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You will be.”
His words were quiet, but the discipline they implied made her crazily hot.
“Kneel there.” He let go of her and pointed to the middle of the bed. Shaking with anticipation, she crawled there, then knelt.
What was her safeword again?
She craned her neck, trying to see what he was doing.
“Lie down.”
Just like that? No kissing her and seducing her into sex?
“On my stomach?”
Banner moved into view with two pillows, which he piled in front of her thighs before draping her over them. Exposed.
He went away and came back with rope.
“What are you going to do with that, Sir?”
Banner didn’t reply.
Dumb question. Point taken.
Faster than she would have thought possible, he had her tied spread-eagle to the bed. The sensation of the rope on her wrists and ankles and the feeling of being trapped were both working for her. She struggled, but nothing felt like it would give. Banner loomed over her, and she sucked in a breath.
“What do you think you deserve?”
“For being a tease tonight? I don’t know, Sir. Probably the same thing you do.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Idiot. Not a good time to sass.
“I was being a tease?”
“Um, yes?”
Did he seriously think that making her kneel and feeding her from his hand would have no effect? And what about the situation in the hallway upstairs? She hadn’t started that.
He slipped something between her pussy and the bed. She couldn’t see around herself to find out what he was up to. There was a click and a low buzzing started between her legs. Banner twisted the thing back and forth until it was pressed directly against her clit.
“Mmm.” She squirmed against it, but it wasn’t going fast enough to be anything more than a frustration. Still, as turned on as she was it might not take long.
“Teasing me after ending things wasn’t very nice.”
From her peripheral vision, she spotted him holding a cane. Where had that come from? She groaned.
“No, it wasn’t, Sir. I just can’t seem to help it when I’m around you. That’s why it’s probably better that we make a clean break after this.”
He rapped her ass with the cane and a fiery streak dashed across her skin.
“Ow! Fucker!”
Another blow landed, and she squealed and squirmed, but the ropes held her in place. He caressed her ass and her pussy with the cane, the wood hard, cold, and impersonal. She ground against the vibrator, wishing he’d set it higher.
“Watch your mouth, or this is going to get more unpleasant than it has to be.” The growled command near her ear made her whimper. She needed to come so bad.
Three more strikes with the wicked thing and her throat was thick, her eyes welling. Her ass felt blistered.
“Stop! Please!” She sobbed. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I won’t. It was mean of me, but I like you too much and it makes me do stupid things.”
“Do you?” He walked around the bed, thumping the cane absently in his hand. “So, if you like me so much, why did you end our arrangement?”
He grabbed a handful of her sore ass and squeezed, making her grunt from the pain.
“You scare me, Sir. I’ve seen sex slaves, and I don’t want to be like that. I don’t wait by the door like some brainless sex toy, just hoping for the chance to lick your boots. I don’t want to grovel at your feet for the rest of my life.”
Banner bit her ass in multiple places, making her squeak.
“You’re too good for the orgasms I give you?” He brushed a finger over her back hole, and she clenched hard and tried to squirm away.
She gasped and struggled, then stayed still, hoping he’d lose interest.
Was there even a good answer to that question? “I love having sex with you, Sir. That’s not the issue. I—” Her words stalled in her mouth. The finger that ran over her anus was damp and slippery now. How, she wasn’t sure, but it didn’t bode well.
“But?” The tip of his finger was trying to wiggle its way in, but she clenched harder to keep him out.
“No, no,” she begged as she felt him broach her back entrance. He pressed the vibe harder against her clit, and it distracted her enough to let him slip in further. Should she use her safeword?
He crawled up onto the bed and positioned himself between her thighs.
“Please, you can’t! I’m not ready. You’ll hurt me.”
“Shh, it’s just my finger. You can manage that.”
She moaned at the weird sensations he was forcing on her. It burned and ached and made her feel violated, but also turned her on so bad. “It’s big, and I don’t like it.”
“Mmhmm.” He didn’t sound as though he believed her. “Just a little more and I’ll give you what you need. You can take this for me, can’t you?”
Fuuuuuuuck. If he kept talking to her like that she’d do anything. She felt something give way and he slid his finger deeper, wiggling it in ways that made her toes curl.
It withdrew partway, and his cock slid back and forth through the slickness of her pussy. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re so wet for me. You love when I play with your ass, don’t you?”
Was it actually possible to die from humiliation? Or lust?
“Please, Sir.” Kate pushed back at him, begging with her body.
“What do you want? This?” He shoved his cock into her with short, savage thrusts, until he bottomed out.
Noises escaped her—none of them pretty or ladylike as he started to pump in and out of her.
“No? You want me to stop?” He stilled.
She tried to squirm backward to capture more of his cock, but he would only let her take him to a certain depth, not that she could move much.
“Oh, I bet this is what you want.” He rammed into her, up to the hilt, then eased off as he worked his finger up into her ass again.
“Master, no!”
So fucking full. She wasn’t even embarrassed anymore. If he didn’t help her come soon she was going to scream.
Banner held his position for a moment, letting her body adjust, then started a rhythm, thrusting his cock into her, then withdrawing, only to fuck her ass with his thick finger. Caught, she couldn’t do anything but accept his use. He stopped for a moment, and the speed of the vibe intensified.
Her orgasm clutched at her—she tried to hold off, panting, her own noise loud in her ears.
Suddenly, his hand was buried in her hair, and he crushed her to the bed, fucking her hard and fast. The orgasm spiraled out of control. He took her, making her come so hard she couldn’t see or hear, only feel what he allowed her to feel. She was screaming, but the growl coming from him was almost deafening.
“Mine . . . Fucking mine! Do you understand me?” His body froze above her, and she felt him empty into her, triggering her into another orgasm.
She couldn’t escape him. He made her feel every clench and flutter and aftershock.
She whimpered beneath him.
Used. Broken.
His.
***
The first thing she noticed before she even opened her eyes was a sticky feeling between her legs. Reluctantly, she lifted her lids.
Banner’s ceiling.
Groggy and half-asleep, it took a moment to remember what she was doing in his bed. Her body felt sore and used.
Used.
That was exactly what had happened.
With a groan, she forced her achy body to move. She rolled Banner’s heavy arm off of her hip, where it felt as if he were holding her captive. The clock next to the bed read “too fucking early in the morning.”
Panic struck fast and hard. Didn’t she have to work today? It subsided slightly when she realized she had an afternoon shift. She could spend the morning recovering. Moving her legs reminded her of the mess they’d made the night before.
Ugh. Shower first.
Banner was still asleep beside her. His snore sounded like an earthquake and shook the bed. Looking at his body, the sheet only barely covering his hips, was like studying a piece of art. Chiseled muscle, smooth skin, even his body hair seemed perfectly in place.