Mastering Her Desires

by Melinda Barron

  “You don’t do box dinners, do you?”

  “Not anymore.” She added the veggies she’d cut up to the meat and started to dice the tomatoes. “Mrs. Kirk gave me a delicious recipe for mac and cheese that served perfectly. It wasn’t as if there was a shortage of money. When I was fourteen, I convinced my mother to take me to the market each week. I told her I would cook, and eventually she even stayed home to eat. And then she’d head out to the bar.”

  She pushed the tomatoes off to one side of the cutting board. “I’m going to need some of this wine to deglaze the bottom of the pan.”

  Kenan retrieved the bottle, pushing it across to her before he took his seat again.

  “What about you? What got you into bounty hunting?” She poured the wine as she scrapped the pan. The liquid sizzled as it hit the cookware. The delicious aroma of wine, meat, and vegetables mixed together filled the room, and his murmur of approval made her smile. This was one of her most popular dishes amongst her friends; it was definitely a good choice for her to make first.

  “I had a normal childhood,” he replied after he’d taken another sip of his beer. “I’m one of five children, of which I’m the youngest. My father is full-blooded Cree Indian; my mother is a mixture of several different things. My dad’s an Army major and we lived all over the world. I did a stint in the army, in the Rangers.”

  Piper stopped moving the spoon. “Any exciting stories you could tell me?”

  “I could, but then I’d have to kill you.”

  Oh good Lord, he actually smiled, and what a smile it was. It made her knees go weak.

  “When I got out, I went into law enforcement, but it was too structured for me. I needed a job where I could set my own hours and decide exactly what I wanted to do. Bounty hunting fit right in.”

  She continued to work on the food. “Can I ask a personal question?”

  “Shoot.”

  “This house is huge and very nice. You’re in your thirties… How the hell do you afford it?”

  “When I was in the Army, I banked all my money. When I started in law enforcement, I had to tap into it because cops don’t make near enough. But bounty hunters,” he rubbed two fingers together, “they get quite a bit, if they know what they’re doing, and I know.”

  “How much?”

  “Ten percent of the bond,” he replied. “And I’ve captured four high dollar bonds, which gave me enough to make a good down payment on this house.

  “Enough about me.” Another swig from the bottle. “Let’s talk about you. What about your sisters?”

  “Karen got out as soon as she could.” Piper added the tomatoes to the pan. “She married her high school sweetheart, and they moved to Albany. They live paycheck to paycheck, but I think she’s happy. Katrina still lives with Mom. She says it’s to take care of her, but I think they enjoy partying together.”

  Piper went to work mushing the tomatoes into sauce. “This is going to have to simmer for about an hour. Then I’ll cook the pasta to go with it.”

  “It certainly smells delicious.” He inclined his head. “You made a good choice.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Welcome.” He took another deep pull on the bottle before he tossed it into the trash. “Now, tell me about that mouth of yours. I know it’s good for giving head, but I hear it gets you into a great deal of trouble, too.”

  “You try growing up with kids calling your mom a whore all the time. It tends to make a person defensive, and it’s just carried over.”

  He was staring at her now, and it made her want to scream at him. “That’s not a good thing, especially when it costs you jobs, and possibly the dream you’ve been living for.”

  “You don’t know crap about me.”

  The look he gave her said otherwise. “I’ve met people like you before. You use your anger at your mother as a defense and blame everything on her.”

  “Bullshit.” She slammed her fist against the counter.

  “No? You rebel against authority because you were in charge of yourself and your sisters for so long you think nobody can do it right. You know best. You’ve never had a Dom for very long for the same reason. You want someone to take care of you, but you want to tell them how to do it.”

  Oh crap, was he right? Nobody had ever tried to psychoanalyze her before, especially after being acquainted for such a short amount of time. Piper shook off the feeling that he was speaking the truth. “You’re full of it.”

  “Don’t think so, but your attitude is going to work perfectly for our cover. Part of your punishment for disobeying me, and you will, I’m sure of it, will be lots of public humiliation, which will keep us in touch with who’s at the resort. It’s perfect.”

  That confused her. “So you want me to talk back in Belize?”

  “Oh yeah, I want you to be a brat, a big one. Can you do that?”

  She cocked her head and frowned, and then she smiled. “Yes, I can. In spades.”

  Chapter Four

  Piper slathered a mixture of butter, cinnamon, and sugar on the dough laid out on the counter. She’d heard Kenan moving around upstairs, so she knew that he was now awake. It was perfect timing as far as she was concerned. Her cinnamon rolls would soon be in the oven, and she’d get on to cutting up fruit for a salad, a mixture of something healthy to go with the decadence of the pastry.

  She wondered if they would play today, or if they would continue talking. Not long after he’d made his announcement about her playing the part of a brat, he’d received a phone call and excused himself for a “work issue”.

  The urge to ask to ride along had been strong. Wouldn’t helping him capture a fugitive be training for their job in Belize? But he hadn’t offered, and she’d kept her mouth shut. Before he’d left, Kenan had told her to make herself at home, giving her permission to explore everything except the playrooms.

  Disobeying him had been another impulse she’d had to ignore. She wanted to see what he had to offer in those three areas of his house. Instead, she’d glanced into his bedroom, filled with dark wood furniture and deep green bedding. The bathroom was enormous with a walk-in shower that looked as if it would accommodate half a football team at one time.

  To keep her mind off exploring the forbidden spaces, she’d continued to search the lower level until she’d found a stack of books, mystery novels of the hard-nosed variety. She’d selected a Raymond Chandler and settled on the couch. At some point she’d fallen asleep. When she’d woken that morning she’d been covered with a thick quilt, and the book was sitting on the floor next to the leather couch. Kenan was nowhere to be seen, but she knew he was there because she hadn’t had the cover when she’d drifted off.

  She’d just slipped the pan of rolls into the oven when he appeared in the doorway, sans shirt. His jeans hung low on his hips, and her mouth watered at the idea of going down on him. Her brave words about not having sex with him were long gone and could not compete with the memory of his dick in her mouth last night. Maybe he would tie her hands behind her back first.

  “Good morning, Sir.”

  “Good morning, brat. It smells delicious.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She set the timer. “Thirty minutes to bake.”

  He moved a few chairs away from the kitchen table. “Come here and bare your ass.”

  So much for slicing fruit and making icing. She did as he asked, pushing her jeans and panties down to her ankles.

  “Take off your shirt and bra.” When she was naked, or as naked as one could be with their jeans around their ankles, she trained her gaze on the table. She knew her plus-sized body was not as svelte as most men liked, but she hadn’t heard him complain. The sound of a belt buckle being undone made her breath catch in her throat.

  A morning spanking. Her pussy watered at the idea.

  “Hands behind your back.” He used the belt to secure them together. After that, he gently pushed on her shoulders, and she understood the command to bend over the table. The wood was cold agai
nst her skin, and she gasped softly.

  “In restaurants, instead of saying you’re welcome, the servers always tell the customers, ‘My pleasure’ in response to thank you, or make some sort of special request. Those are your new words. You will say them to me at the appropriate times. I won’t tell you what they are because you already know.”

  “My pleasure, Sir.”

  “Excellent. Let’s start the day with a good hard spanking. That’ll put you on the right track.”

  Her clit tightened in anticipation and she murmured, “My pleasure, Sir.”

  “It will be.” He moved away from her, and she soon heard him turning on the water. “I bought this for you last night. It’s silicone and should provide a nice sting.”

  Piper thought about the spatula that looked like rubber. If she didn’t tone down her anticipation, she was going to come before he even started.

  “Spread your legs wide.” She moved them apart until the jeans around her ankles prevented her from moving farther. “You have such a nice ass, Piper. It makes me think that something is missing from this spanking. Don’t you think, so?”

  Only that you haven’t started, she thought as she tried to wrap her mind around what he meant.

  Finally, she said, “I don’t think I’m following you, Sir.”

  “What did we buy last night?”

  Duh, food. She thought about the things she’d put in the cart, and then she gasped slightly. “Ginger.”

  He unbound her hands. “Go and get it from the fridge.”

  “My pleasure, Sir.” Since he hadn’t given her permission to right her clothes, she shuffled slowly across the kitchen. The bulb of ginger look innocuous on the shelf, but she knew once it had been peeled and inserted in her ass, it would burn like hell. She picked it up, and after closing the refrigerator door, started back toward the table.

  “Stop.”

  “My pleasure, Sir.”

  “Peel it.”

  From using the spice in her cooking, she knew the easiest way to take off the skin was with a spoon. After collecting the utensil, she went to the sink. As she started the process, she examined the food. He’d selected a large piece with several small fingers coming off it. She took off the fingers and left the larger, thicker root. When she was done, she held it up for his inspection.

  “Very good. Come back to the table and assume the position.”

  It was a slow walk, and when she’d arrived, she handed him the ginger. He nodded at her before she bent over the table. When she was in place, he rebound her wrists.

  Piper’s heart raced as he ran his hands over her bare ass. He gave her several light slaps, and then parted her cheeks.

  “My dick’s jealous that the ginger gets to fuck you. You’ve got a very fuckable asshole.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She tensed a little when he pressed his thumb against her. He wouldn’t go against her wishes for sex, would he? She trusted him because Cherokee knew and trusted him. Still, she didn’t know him…

  “The only thing going in your ass is the root, though, and it’s going to burn like crazy. I’m going to love watching your squirm.” He released her cheeks, and seconds later she heard him walking across the floor. There was the opening of a cabinet, the rattling of dishes, and then the cabinet closed. Next came the sound of water running.

  Moments later, she turned her head to watch as he placed a bowl of water near her body.

  “I’ve brought a knife with me to make very small incisions in the root to release the juices. Then I’m going to soak it in the water for a few minutes before I put it in your ass.”

  “It’s going to be cold,” she whispered.

  “Initially,” he replied. “But the juices will soon take over. Then you’ll get a good whipping, which will double the burn.”

  He sat down across from her. Piper watched as he carefully shaped the finger into something that resembled a butt plug. He made little notches in different areas, and then cut a ring around it, talking as he worked.

  “This will keep it in your ass. Don’t squeeze too hard, though, because it can come apart. You have to control your urges and keep yourself nice and still while I play.”

  “My pleasure, Sir.”

  He held it up for examination before he placed it in the bowl of water. “One time I’ll place it in a container of iced water before I put it in you. That will be fun to watch.”

  Piper swallowed hard and stared at the bowl. This was all new to her. After the root had soaked, he picked it up and made his way around the table.

  “Eyes on the wall, but you may groan all you want. I like to hear you make noise.”

  “My pleasure, Sir.”

  “Yes, it will be.” He slapped her ass.

  Piper tried to relax, but the anticipation was getting the best of her. The smell of baking cinnamon rolls filled the room, and she tried to concentrate on that. But when the wet finger touched her anus, she jumped. He responded with a sharp slap.

  “Be still.”

  “My pleasure, Sir.”

  She bit her lip as he started to work the cold root inside her. Her muscles contracted in an effort to keep the intruder out, but his patience won out. Soon she had an inch, and then two of the ginger in her ass. The frigid feeling wasn’t pleasant, but it lasted only a few moments.

  When the juices of the ginger seeped into her skin, a sharp burn spread through her, and it wasn’t one she enjoyed.

  “No,” she moaned. “Don’t…”

  “Yes.” He twisted it just a little. “Feel those hot juices soaking into that tender skin.”

  The bite spread through her ass, and Piper gasped for breath. He worked it in slowly as her eyes watered.

  “Please, no more.”

  “I think I might have found a way to punish you.” His voice was gravely, and she knew this was turning him on. “The effects of ginger don’t stick around for long, but if I soaked a butt plug in ginger juices, put it in, and made you stand in the corner, it would be punishment, wouldn’t it?”

  Piper nodded, which earned her another slap on the ass.

  “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

  The hot tingling in her ass intensified for the few moments he was gone, but it soon began to lessen. Had he gone to get a small piece of root to replace the old one? She hoped not.

  He wasn’t gone long, and when he came back, he twisted the root, which released a new batch of juice. The burning in her ass started up again, and she gasped when something cold touched her pussy. The burn started there, too, as he massaged a slice of ginger into her folds.

  Kenan knelt down next to her. His fingers parted her flesh, and he expertly found her clit. He pinched it hard, and then rubbed the ginger against it vigorously.

  “Ouch, oh pain.” But it wasn’t a pain she minded too much. The sensation was overwhelming, and her clit tightened with the need for release.

  “Sweet pain.” He moved it faster, and Piper could swear she was going to come.

  “Sir, may I…please?”

  “You may not.” He rubbed her clit harder; then he released it. Before she knew what was happening, he worked the root out of her ass, and then walked away from her. Her lower region was on fire, but the pain had turned into pleasure, and she wanted more. Much more.

  When he returned and dropped several small pieces of ginger into the bowl, she knew he was going to use it on her after the whipping. He left again, and she heard the refrigerator open, and then rattling of ice.

  He returned and dropped the cubes into the water.

  “Now for the spanking,” he said as if he were talking about something as simple as going to the store. “Let’s redden that ass.”

  Piper groaned as he ran the silicon over her skin. It was amazing to her how weak her mind and flesh were when it came to things like this. Her skin still pulsed from where he’d rubbed it with the hot ginger juice, both inside and out. But the anticipation of being spanked was overwhelming. She wanted it…needed it
and—“Yes!”

  The first few strikes landed hard, two on each cheek. There was a short pause. Then he got down to the matter at hand, spanking her with gusto, the spatula landing on different areas before it strayed back to where it had hit before, the sting against the previous swat so beautifully sweet.

  She didn’t keep count, and he hadn’t asked her to. Instead, she settled her body against the hard wood under her and enjoyed the feel of his “punishment”. It mixed perfectly with the pain from the ginger juice. Would it, though, if he’d soaked a plug in juice and used it as penance as he’d said he might? Something told her she wouldn’t enjoy the harsher sentence.

  Her ass cheeks were pounding, and she hoped the spanking would end soon. The dinging of the bell let her know the rolls were finished. She’d forgotten all about them as she’d settled into the spanking.

  “I’ll get that.” He placed the spoon on the table, and she listened as he worked behind her. The smell of cinnamon grew stronger, and she wanted to tell him they needed to be iced, as quickly as possible, but she bit back her words. When he was back beside her, he caressed her fiery cheeks.

  “A few more, I think.” He picked up the spoon and started to spank her again.

  After the short break, the swats hurt harder than before, and she groaned and cried out, not because she knew he enjoyed it, but because it hurt like hell. There were pleas for him to stop, cries about how much it ached, and appeals to be let free.

  He ignored her, and by the time he gave her three of the hardest slaps he’d given her, there were tears in her eyes. Kenan rested the spoon on the small of her back before he reached into the bowl.

  When he pressed his body against hers, she bit back a groan of pleasure at the feel of his hard body. Then he pressed the ginger against her clit. He rubbed it as hard as he had before.

  “Come,” he whispered in her ear.

  He didn’t have to tell her twice. Her abused ass pulsed as he pounded against her as if he were fucking her. Her clit tightened and Piper soared, harder and higher than she ever had in her life.

  “Sir! Sir! Sir! More, oh.” Piper pressed her lips together to keep from asking to be fucked.