He picked her up and threw her on the bed, not trying to make it sexy or graceful. Kate landed sprawled out, and he was on her in an instant. She wrestled with him, but he managed to pin her bent legs upward and out of his way.
“What are you doing?” she whined.
“Seeing if you taste as sexy as you look.” He slid down, his shoulders holding her legs apart, and holding her hands so she couldn’t fight him off. The gentle breath he blew across her sex made her squeal.
Her clit poked shyly from its hiding place and the seam of her sex was spread open to him, wet and ready. He started slowly, barely brushing his mouth against her.
“Banner, no. I can’t. Please, just fuck me.”
“You can’t, what?” he growled, but paused to see if she was going to use her safeword.
“Please, I’m not going to last. Let me go.” She was trying to get away, but also looking down at him with a desire that made him want to see how hard he could make her come.
“Stay still and let me.” He bit her thigh, and she gasped.
“But I don’t like this, Sir.”
A challenge. “No? What makes you say that?”
She shrugged, averting her gaze.
“When was the last time someone went down on you?”
“High school.”
“Maybe you’ve changed your mind since then.” Hopefully, she thought he had more skill than a teenage boy. “Is this a hard limit for you?”
“No, Sir,” she whispered after a long pause.
Banner leaned in again, kissing the inside of her thigh, working his way up, skipping over her sex and leaving another trail of kisses down her other thigh. He traveled the same route again, this time nipping her gently. When he got to her pussy and skipped over it, her hips came up off the mattress, silently asking for what she thought she didn’t want. Rather than rush, he licked and nipped along one of her labia, then the other. She started to relax and he released her hands.
The movement of her hips encouraged him. She moaned under her breath and gasped when he bit. “What’s the matter, Kate?”
A whine of frustration escaped her, and he smiled.
“More?”
“No, it’s okay. You can stop.” Her body told a different tale, tilting toward him, seeking his mouth. It sounded as though she was letting him off the hook.
“I’m not done.”
Although she made a quiet sound of distress, she didn’t say anything about Australian marsupials.
Leisurely, he slid his tongue over the sensitive skin around her clit, circling tighter, until he flicked his tongue directly across it. Kate froze, soundless. He skimmed a finger along her entrance and found her wet, hot, ready. With gentle dabs and flicks he assaulted her clit as he slid his finger deep inside her. She shrieked, and her hips bucked. Wrapping the arm that supported him around her thigh, he held her in place and continued. Between finger fucking her and his oral assault, her noises became higher pitched, frantic. Her muscles tightened, ready to come, and he stopped.
“Noooo!”
“What?” He smiled, but was aroused by her harried expression, flushed skin, and the way she squirmed under him.
“Please, Sir. I need more.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! Please!”
He started again, teasing, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, only to stop.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she shrieked. She tried to wriggle away, and he laughed.
“Where are you going? I’m not done.”
“Please, Sir, just let me finish. I’ll do it myself. I don’t care. You don’t have t . . .”
He caught her clit between his lips and suckled it gently as he wedged another finger into her tightness. Kate gurgled something unintelligible. Crushed against the bed, his cock throbbed. Even if he came in his pants it would still be worth it to have her lose this much control to him. God, he wanted to be inside her, but exerting his dominance over her was far more pressing. Alone, he could rub one out if need be, but this feeling he could get only from a submissive. And right then he only wanted it from her.
Banner tortured her, waiting for the word he wanted to hear. It wasn’t her safeword. He was an evil bastard.
When he stopped again, she lost all control—every last hint of it. She howled, tears tracking down her face.
“Shh . . . poor thing.” He stroked her thigh as she writhed beneath him.
“Please. Please, Master. Anything. Please . . .” Her words were barely coherent between her sobs.
“Please, what?”
“Please, I need to come. Please fuck me, Master.”
The word pinballed through his mind, hitting places he hadn’t realized suffered from neglect. A fierce possessiveness rolled in, and he consumed her with his gaze. Small, helpless, wanting. Only he could fix this for her. Only he could make it better.
“Are you sure you want me to fuck you, slave? You said you didn’t want me to. Now I’m not sure what to do.” He knelt up, dragged the condom out of his pocket, then rolled it on, ready to walk away if she asked him to. If she rejected him now, he might implode, but that wasn’t her problem.
She was crying now, pulling on his wrists and trying to wrap her legs around him. “I was lying. Just fuck me, and you can beat me for lying later. Please!”
“Spread your legs for me. Show me what’s mine.”
She opened wider, trying so hard to be a good girl for him.
He reached under her and grabbed two handfuls of her ass and dragged her up onto his lap until she was almost upside down. At the first touch of his cock to her entrance, she arched toward him, pushing off the bed with her hands, trying to impale herself.
Without meaning to go so fast, he sank his cock into her wetness, both of them more desperate than good technique allowed for. The girl was tight, drenched, and clutching around his cock, which was twitching in time with his pulse. He rammed into her, controlling her movements to please himself, using her the way her body needed to be used. She tensed in his arms, a keening wail gathering in her throat. Even if he was the meanest bastard alive he couldn’t have stopped her this time.
Her high-pitched cry split his ears as her cunt clamped down on him. Control . . . He had to wait. As mind-blowing as this was he didn’t want to get off too soon. He bit down on the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder.
“Fuck! Fuck!” She gasped. Her body rippled around him. More nonsensical words poured from her mouth, laced with strings of profanity.
Banner pulled her off his cock and flipped her over.
On her belly, she squirmed, begging, desperate for more. Before she could get to her knees, he was on her, pressing her into the bed, thrusting his cock back into her. From the tone of her cry he’d rammed directly into her G-spot. He grabbed the hair at the base of her scalp as leverage and used his other hand on the bed to support some of his weight. Under him, she seemed overwhelmed, but she didn’t stop him. Like a good girl, she took what he gave her.
She whimpered pitifully into the mattress, moaning every time he bottomed out. The comforter turned into knots under her grasping hands. Pressure built in his balls and he covered her with his body, grabbing the back of her head with both hands while supporting his upper body on his elbows.
If only he could rip off the damn condom and fuck her properly, feel her from inside, more intimately. Come in her. Own her.
A broken scream pushed into the mattress. Completely at his mercy. She was exhausted but coming again anyway.
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned in her ear. Her pussy squeezed him, milking his dick until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Every muscle tightened as he lost control to her body. He came, swore, pleasure and euphoria sweeping over him. A mix of heady satisfaction and frustration followed.
Fuck this temporary bullshit, he was claiming her. Since she’d been around, he’d felt more alive than he had in years, and he wasn’t willing to hand her over to some idiot Dom without doing his damnedest to mak
e this work.
So she didn’t want to be a slave. Maybe it was something they could negotiate. He could handle her being headstrong sometimes, if it meant that he still got to see the look in her eyes when she couldn’t help but call him Master. He had to convince her, and now he knew how to do it.
He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. If your body knows me as its Master, your mind will follow.
Feeling as if he were standing in the sun for the first time in his life, he rolled to the side, then pushed her onto hers so he could see her face. He brushed hair out of her eyes, watching her blink at him like a newborn calf—confused, shocked.
“Are you alright?” He trailed a finger down the side of her face, her neck, to sketch small circles on her lovely collarbone.
She shivered, then her eyes rolled, closed. Shuddering, she moaned, and his cock twitched in response. Hell, she was sexy. Her hair tousled, her eyes half-lidded again, she looked like a recently fucked goddess. Gorgeous.
He tried to memorize her face—the vulnerable eyes, the parted lips, the curve of her neck—so he could paint her like this.
Banner moved closer, wrapped his arm around her and kissed her gently. This could work, but he had to rein himself in. The sex clouded his mind. Sure, they were compatible, but his body was urging him to collar her, marry her. He could have bounced out of bed, if she asked, and started renovating the house to suit her.
Whoa there, hold up, tiger.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she said.
“Like what?”
“This got way out of hand.” Shaking, she extricated herself from his arms and slid off the bed. When her feet hit the floor, her knees buckled, but he dove across the bed and caught her before her knees met the hardwood.
“Stop, Kate. I know you want to run away again, but you’re in no condition to drive home. Why don’t you just stay here tonight?”
After he settled her back on the bed, she gave him a wary look. She was panicking. Ordering her around now would just freak her out more.
“Please?” He wasn’t accustomed to begging, but he let some vulnerability show. She seemed to be especially sensitive after sex, so there was no need to be heavy-handed. Plus, he felt it deep down too— He was vulnerable when it came to her. “Please stay, Kate.”
She watched him for a moment, studying his face. Then, with a sigh, her body relaxed. “Okay.”
Tension drifted away and a warm feeling settled in. Although he wished it were just the afterglow from sex, when Kate nestled into the curve of his body, lying to himself became impossible. It wasn’t about sex or dominance or submission. It was about Kate.
Chapter 9
“Kate?”
A hand waved in front of her face.
“Huh?”
“Wake up,” Bethany said. The girl brushed her sandy hair out of her eyes and grimaced. Kate was glad it was her best work friend rather than one of the fake-sweet girls who stabbed you in the back in the lunchroom. She didn’t need to give the gossips any fodder. “You zoned out again. What’s wrong with you today? You’ve been a zombie.”
She looked down at the stack of files on the desk in the file room trying to remember what she was doing with them. “Have I?” Yeah, she’d been a little out of it that day. But it was Monday. Wasn’t everyone a zombie on Monday?
“Have you been sleeping okay?”
“I’m fine.” Even she could hear the lie in her voice. Crap. She had to get herself under control before this affected her job, her life. Her relationship with Banner was supposed to be superficial. A quick, fun tutorial on submission, then bam, over. But it wasn’t turning out that way. Banner was insinuating his way into her heart. And they were both going to get hurt.
She knew that in her head, but her body was having trouble listening. Her greedy libido wanted him in a bad way, as evidenced by its obedience to his stern commands. How would she ever be able to control herself when just the sound of his voice made her panties wet?
“You’re staring at nothing, Kate. At least open the file if you’re going to pretend.” Bethany chuckled.
Scowling, she looked at her friend. “Shut up.”
Bethany laughed harder. “Hey, I’m just trying to look out for you. It’s clear something is going on with you. I think I know what.” A knowing smile touched her lips, making Kate frown.
“And what’s that?”
After looking from side to side, she leaned in close and said, “You’re in love.”
Kate recoiled. Love? Her and Banner? No fucking way. She was in lust, through no fault of her own. Who wouldn’t be in lust with a tattooed sex god in a suit? He was like a present—pretty on the outside but when you unwrapped him, it only got better.
“I’m not in love,” she snapped, making her sound guilty. With a sigh, she picked up the files she’d been staring at and turned from the table. “It’s complicated. Don’t ask questions.”
Bethany looked positively impish. “‘It’s complicated’ is another way of saying you’re in love.”
Kate shook her head emphatically. “There are shades of relationships. It’s not just love or not love. There’s a lot of in between.”
“Uh-huh.” She looked Kate over. “So, who’s the guy?”
Her face flushed. A sexy, wealthy man who’d been tying her up in his dungeon and fucking her senseless with no strings attached. “You don’t want to know. Trust me.”
Bethany pouted. “Fine. Be all mysterious and cryptic, then. It’ll only make people curious.”
Had other coworkers noticed? She peered around her, but nothing seemed different. She shot Bethany a dirty look. “Quit messing with me.”
She giggled. “I’ll find out, eventually.” Walking backward, she said in a creepy voice, “I’m watching you.”
Kate rolled her eyes. “Bitch.”
Laughing, her friend disappeared around the corner. Kate took her files and walked to her office. Two days after sex with Banner and she was still sore. God, that man fucked hard. She felt a tingle down there just thinking about it.
At her desk, she lowered herself into her chair, glad it was cushiony. The belt marks had faded the next day, along with the pain, but her pussy hadn’t quite recovered yet. Maybe that was something her body would get accustomed to.
She gave her head a shake. What was wrong with her? She had no right to think about getting accustomed to Banner Jennings. Why couldn’t she just pull back and stay objective? Why did her body seem to become a slave to his commands whenever she was with him?
She froze. Slave?
Shit. She was in too deep. First, she’d called him Master. Now she’d very nearly called herself a slave. And she was nobody’s fucking slave.
She rubbed her temples, wishing she could fake an illness and leave early. It was too hard to focus today. Maybe she should go to Banner’s that night and end things.
No. Bad idea. Being in the same space with him would only end in her naked, tied to something, orgasming over and over. Plus, he’d told her that if she set foot in his house, she was his. And there would be sex.
His.
The thought sent a shiver through her body. She forced it away. Belonging to somebody, in the way he wanted, was just . . . wrong. For her.
Maybe she should end things by text.
Ugh. No. That was lame. And he deserved better than that.
Growling, she grabbed hold of her hair and pulled it to ease her tension. God, this was hard. And waffling back and forth like this so wasn’t her. She was a decisive person who always knew what she wanted. But Banner had somehow changed that. He’d turned her inside out and upside down and every which way that made her practically dysfunctional. As evidenced by more staring.
A knock sounded at her door.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and Sean walked in.
She smiled. “Hey there!”
His shoulders drooped as he took a seat on the couch. With a heavy sigh, he looked at her.
/> She snapped into work mode. Angsting later, professional now. “Well, you don’t look happy to be leaving tomorrow.” She opened the top folder and took out the few sheets of paper he needed to sign. “What’s wrong? Still nervous?”
He frowned. “I’ve just been wondering . . . What’s the point?”
“Of what?”
“Everything. I have no wife and kids. My parents and sister won’t talk to me. I have one brother who says he wants to help, but he’s so busy with his job, I only get a few minutes to talk to him every couple weeks.” He shrugged. “What’s the point of living if you have nothing and no one to live for?”
She’d considered the very same thing, especially as each birthday passed without anyone significant to share it with. It wasn’t quite as bad as Sean—she had friends and her aunt and uncle, at least—but still, those sentiments snuck in once in a while. What was the point?
“There’s more to being happy than having people—”
He shook his head. “I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but there’s not for me. I’m not one of those people that can live for myself. I wouldn’t be happy taking vacations all alone, no matter how great they are. I need people around me to keep going, but right now, I have no one.”
“Then use that. You don’t want to die alone, so live the next part of your life finding people to connect with. Prove to your family that you’ve changed. Fix those broken bridges.”
He looked doubtful that would work.
“It can happen. I’ve seen it happen. Remember what we talked about in group. Set small goals for yourself and only engage in positive self-talk. It’s easy to leave here and fall into old habits, but if you don’t let the negativity get to you, then you’ll be fine.”
Reluctantly, he nodded. His eyes brightened a bit before he spoke. “I really don’t want to end up back here. No offense.”
“None taken. And if you don’t want to come back here bad enough, then you won’t. You have a determined spirit. You’re not done fighting. I can tell.”
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