Kate smothered a laugh. “I think you’re overdressed.”
“It’s funny you should say that.” He unbuttoned his white dress shirt and removed it, sticking it on top of the entertainment unit. When he turned to Kate she was staring at his chest as if she’d never seen it before. “What?”
She averted her eyes and smiled to herself. “Uh, nothing. You’re just . . . well-made.”
“Well-made?” He barked a laugh. “Thanks. I’ll have to remember to thank my mother.”
Her gaze drifted lower. “I thought you had a no leather pants rule.”
“It was more a guideline than a rule.”
“Hmm.” Kate had gotten over her momentary bout of shyness and ogled him. She reached out a hand and drew a tickling line from his side to just below his navel, following the waistline of his pants. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice the bulge she was encouraging.
“Do they look stupid?”
“No. On a lesser man they’d look pretentious, but on you they’re . . . quite . . . fitting.” Her eyes had slid to his obvious hard-on. Amused, she covered her face with her hands, as though she couldn’t believe what she’d said.
“Ha-ha, funny girl. Are you wearing a bra under that?”
Her amusement faded instantly. “Well, no. I couldn’t with this dress.”
“Take your dress off.”
“What?” she squeaked. “Here?”
“Now.”
“But . . .”
“Are you wearing underwear?”
Her mouth opened but no sound came out. “I . . . Yes.”
“Take off the dress.”
“No, I couldn’t.” She clutched the bodice of her dress as if she thought he’d tear it off. The thought had crossed his mind.
He lowered his voice to a growl. “Are you going to be a bad girl, Kate?”
Her gaze flew to his, and he was lost in the warm, green depths. The rebellion there faded, dissipated, and was gone.
“Such a good girl. Are you going to let everyone see your pretty body?”
Kate dropped to her knees, but didn’t break eye contact.
“Noooo.”
“No, what?”
“Please, no, Master.” It was said so quietly he almost missed it. But there it was. The word buzzed between them like a hornet’s nest.
His erection was tucked uncomfortably down one leg of his pants. Kate rested a hand on his thigh, right under the distinct outline of his cock against the snug leather. She stared at it, then bit her lip and looked back up at him.
Fuuuuuuck. She was hotter in real life than she was in his spank bank. If she made one wrong move, his dick was going to go off and fill his boot.
It looked as though no one was paying attention to them. Some people were dancing, some were watching the Dom flog the sub on the saltire, a few were watching a girl getting spanked by a Dom who looked displeased. They had privacy in the small crowd since they weren’t doing anything with visual interest.
Banner cupped her chin. “I want to see you.”
“But . . .” She groped for words. “I’m not very sexy compared to some of these girls.” Kate glanced at the girls dancing with Konstantin.
Before she could say another word, Banner grabbed her arm and hauled her roughly to her feet. “What did I tell you would happen if you insulted yourself again?” He frog-marched her to a vacant chair. This lesson seemed to be harder than any other mental adjustment for most female submissives. What was it with women being so hard on themselves? Didn’t they know that most men didn’t expect them to be perfect? Men weren’t.
He sat down and sighed, then hauled the hesitant woman facedown over his lap. Although she squeaked, she didn’t fight. In this position, the edge of her dress barely covered her ass.
Slowly, he lifted her hem revealing lace boy-leg panties that showed a lot of cheek.
“Everyone is looking at you, Kate. You might not like your body, but there are several men in the room fantasizing about coming on this ass.” He smoothed a hand over it, and she groaned in embarrassed arousal. “The girls in the latex are checking it out too. I wonder what they’d do to you if I let them have you.”
“Don’t let other people touch me. Please, Master.”
No one? Not even Ambrose? He doubted she meant it that way.
“If I was allowed to, I’d shove my finger in your pussy and make you come in front of all these nice people. Would you like that?”
“I don’t care who’s watching, Master. I need to come.”
Why was he doing this to himself?
He smacked her ass. She gasped then pressed back, looking for the next blow.
“You like this too much. It’s supposed to be a punishment.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You will be.”
Kate cried out even though he hadn’t hit her again, and she squirmed on his lap. The scent of her arousal was making him crazy—urging him to do what he wanted. Shoving his cock into her a few hundred times wouldn’t break the no sexual contact rule, would it?
He barely tapped her the next few times, and he chuckled at her adorable growl of frustration.
“What’s the matter?”
“I . . . uh . . . remember you hitting harder than this, Master.”
“And when do you remember that, Trouble? Do you think of me punishing you when you masturbate?”
“Oh, fuck.” She groaned and hid her face from onlookers.
Seriously? He’d just meant to embarrass her. From her reaction, though, it was true. She thought of him when she masturbated?
Banner peered around them, glad that Ambrose wasn’t close enough to hear, even though he was back in the room and watching.
Rather than force a traitorous answer out of her, he punished her ass, spanking her until she submitted.
“Should you ever insult the way you look?”
“No, Master,” she whispered, hanging docilely over his lap.
He pulled her up and sat her rosy ass on his knees. Although she gasped, she didn’t try to get away. When he wrapped his arms around her, she laid her head on his shoulder, and he almost melted, even though he was horny as fuck.
“Don’t insult your body. Insulting yourself implies your Dom has bad taste.”
“See?” said a man standing near them with a collared girl in the crook of his arm. “Next time you do it, this is what you’re going to get.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The people around them dispersed. Show over.
Banner gave her a squeeze. “Now, you need to look at me and say ‘I’m sexy and everyone wants me.’”
She looked deep into his eyes, and he wondered if he’d be able to pull away if she tried to kiss him.
A spark of amusement glinted in her eye. “You’re sexy and everyone wants you.”
Brat.
Before she could react, he leaned her back, yanked up her dress, and smacked her pussy.
The gasp he won from her was almost a moan.
“You’re lucky I don’t have a cane within reach, Trouble. Now say what you’re supposed to say before I make you a very sorry girl.”
“Please, Master?” She moaned and bumped her pelvic bone against his hand, wanting more.
Banner needed to throw her down and fuck her so bad he could practically taste her. “Say it.”
“I’m sexy?”
“It wasn’t supposed to be a question.” He laughed. “But yes, you are.”
Time to think of something acceptable to do to her before he destroyed his friendship with Ambrose. What else could he do? All of the equipment was in use. Taking her to Ambrose’s private office dungeon was a bad idea. If he didn’t stay around other people he might do something crazy.
“Dress off. Or do you need help?”
She pouted, but wriggled out of the dress while still sitting on his lap. He swore. If he lowered his fly and slid aside her panties it would make the wriggling a lot more interesting.
When her tits bounced free, and he couldn’t fondle them or pinch her nipples, his brain cycled through a tirade of bad words. Voluntarily submitting himself for this kind of torture must make him a masochist. He satisfied himself with resting a hand on the curve of her waist, the feel of her bare skin orgasmic.
He took the dress from her. “On the floor. Hands and knees and crawl to the kitchen.” The hardwood was going to be uncomfortable, but it was only fair considering how uncomfortable his dick was.
Following her was sweet torture. As she made her way across the room, her underwear left almost nothing to the imagination. Would jerking off until he came on her back be against the rules?
The kitchen was empty except for a couple talking quietly at the table.
Banner plucked Kate up off the floor and put her faceup on the granite-topped kitchen island. She squeaked when her bare skin met the cold stone.
“Stay.” He searched the kitchen drawers and found some twine, then tied Kate’s wrists to the drawer handles on either side of the kitchen island.
“Ouch! It’s rough!”
“If you stop pulling it won’t chafe.” He checked her hands, and they still had good color. Not too tight.
“Easy for you to say, you don’t have the kind of job where . . .” She gasped, seeming to lose track of what she meant to say as he hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down and off.
Banner balled them in his fist, pried her mouth open, and shoved them in, even though she fought it. She hadn’t used her safeword.