Finding Master Right

by Sparrow Beckett

  “Kate, what are you looking for in a Dom?” Will smiled pleasantly at her, but she remembered not to look up.

  “You can look at me,” he added when she opened her mouth to answer to the coffee table.

  “Someone kind, who I’m compatible with. In my daily life I’m not a submissive woman, so being twenty-four-seven isn’t going to work.” Why did she suddenly sound so sad? “I like it in the bedroom, but not as a constant way of life.”

  Nick smiled. “I’m sure if you were twenty-four-seven material, Banner wouldn’t have invited us over.”

  “How does she respond to pain and discipline?” Josh’s gaze was too intense for Banner’s comfort. He wasn’t known for being rough with his subs, but Banner didn’t like him for her now.

  “Kate responds well to small amounts.” He’d have to be careful here. Some Doms hated dealing with challenging subs. “She’s a very good girl if given the right incentive, but she can get a little bratty. It’s part of her personality, though, so I don’t think that should be crushed. However, that would be between her and her Dom.”

  They were all nodding, but the gleam in Josh’s eye worried him. Kate didn’t need a hard-core sadist Dom. That wouldn’t be a good match, unless she was more into pain than he thought.

  A discussion about discipline ensued, and he felt the tension gradually ease out of Kate’s body.

  Later, the caterer signaled that dinner was ready, then left the premises. When they arrived in the dining room, Banner put a cushion beside each chair.

  “While we eat, Kate will take turns kneeling next to each of you so that you can get to know her better. You can choose to have her sit on your lap, but while she wears my collar, I know you’ll respect my wishes that she not be touched in a sexual manner.”

  They served themselves, and Banner unclipped the leash and sent Kate to visit Nick, who sat directly to his right.

  Jakob, on Banner’s left, passed him the steak. “She’s beautiful. Did she have any kink experience before you?”

  “No, she was vanilla before me. She wasn’t sure she’d be interested in submission, but it runs deep. I think with time and trust she’ll be less cautious about handing over control.”

  Jakob turned his attention to eating and watching Kate. At first, seeing her talk to Nick bothered Banner, until he realized that although they were being polite, there didn’t seem to be a spark there for either of them.

  When she returned to Banner, he directed her to kneel at his side. He cut some meat and fed her by hand while she looked up at him. She slipped farther into subspace and with the third bite of food, instead of taking the morsel impersonally, she sucked the juice from his thumb. His cock jerked, hating to be left out.

  He leaned down and put his mouth to her ear. “Bad girl. You do that again, and I’ll punish you when our guests leave.”

  “Yes, Sir. Sorry.”

  Like hell she was.

  Her eyes narrowed with interest, and he wondered if spanking her now, in front of all of them, would freak her out too much.

  “Go to Will, then to Everard, Josh, and Jakob, in the order of the table. Come back to me to eat your dinner in between.”

  She nodded and rose. The grace and sway of Kate’s hips while she walked to Will kept Banner’s gaze glued to her ass. His mouth watered, and it had nothing to do with the steak. The two talked for a while, but there didn’t seem to be much of a connection there either.

  Kate returned to him, looking slightly bored. He fed her a few cubed potatoes, and with the second bite she brazenly swirled her tongue around his index finger, with none of the others the wiser.

  With a low growl, he gave her the Dom eye. Kate smirked, even knowing he’d threatened her earlier.

  When Kate got to Everard, he pushed his chair back and settled Kate on his knee. She watched the man shyly through lowered lashes but laughed at his jokes and was gradually drawn into conversation.

  Jealousy ate at Banner, and he wished he’d never thought of inviting the man. The two glanced down the table at Banner at one point, and he wished he could hear what they were whispering about.

  She returned, but refused food. “Sir, I need to . . . use . . . to go to . . .

  Banner got to his feet and clipped the leash onto her collar. They left the room together and went upstairs to the private section of the house.

  “I don’t need help in the bathroom.” Kate smothered a laugh, sounding intoxicated even though she hadn’t drank.

  “No?” He pulled her to face him.

  “No, Sir.” She blinked up at him, waiting.

  “How are you feeling?”

  She shrugged and bit her lip. “I’m not sure. I can see how a couple of them might be interesting, but one creeps me out.”

  “Okay. We’ll discuss it later. Go use the bathroom, and I’ll wait here.” He unclipped her leash, and she stared at him before walking into the bathroom and locking the door behind her.

  So she liked a couple of them. That should make him happy, right?

  She was back again before he had time to process his feelings. Again, she was standing too close.

  “Did you touch yourself while you were in there, bad girl?” He smiled to let her know he was joking.

  “No, that I might have asked for help with.” A wink accompanied that statement, and she tried to walk past him.

  Banner grabbed her arm and pushed her back against the wall, pinning her there with a forearm across her chest. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He clipped the leash back on and her eyelids drooped. “Someone likes the leash.”

  She stood there meekly, not trying to get away, not looking impatient to get back to the party, studying his face through gentle eyes, breathing through parted lips.

  God, she made him a lot crazy. A little crazy didn’t cover it.

  “I should lift that pretty dress of yours and see how wet you are. Is getting handed around a room full of big, suit-wearing men turning you on, my dirty little slut?”

  Her eyes widened. “I–I . . .”

  “Maybe I should bring you back down there naked and let them all play with you.”

  She whimpered and turned her head aside, presenting her throat.

  Pressing against her, he parted her legs with his thigh and lifted it until her pussy was crushed against him. Her heat leached through his pants.

  “Would you like that?”

  She shook her head but pressed against his thigh. “No, please, Banner. Don’t.”

  “What did you just call me?”

  Kate arched up until their lips were almost touching. Her quiet whine filled the silence.

  “What did you call me?” He growled, and she shuddered.

  “Master, please don’t strip me and hand me around to—”

  He cut off her plea with his mouth, kissing her the way he’d been aching to all evening. She kissed him back, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, then sliding her hands along the bareness of his chest.

  Would it be so wrong to have her right there, when there was a roomful of men vying for her attention downstairs? Probably. Did he care?

  He slid his hand up her skirt. She was wet and so ready for him. His cock strained against his zipper. There was no objection when he pressed a finger up inside of her hot pussy and circled his thumb around her clit. She moaned desperately into his mouth.

  He finger fucked her a few times then withdrew. When she started to complain, he pushed his damp finger into her mouth.

  “Suck.”

  She made a sound of protest, but like a good girl, she did it anyway.

  “That was your punishment for distracting me while we have guests.”

  Kate used her mouth on his finger as though she were giving it a blow job, but stopped when he glared.

  “Be careful, Kate. You’re under my roof. Do you remember what I told you?” He regretfully pulled his finger from between her lips, then brushed her dress down and checked her hair.

  “That if I set foot i
n your house, I’m agreeing to let you do whatever you like to me?” Her slow smile was a blatant invitation.

  “You’re making it very hard for me to stop touching you.”

  “You’re making it very hard for me not to want you to.”

  “Stop sucking my fingers when I feed you, or I’ll bend you over the dining room table and fuck you in front of everyone.”

  “Mmmm . . . Yes, Sir.”

  Yes what, exactly? Was she agreeing to behave or agreeing to being fucked in front of everyone?

  “And don’t call me Master. You know it makes me crazy.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir. Sometimes I can’t help it.”

  They studied each other for a moment.

  “This can’t work.”

  “No, it can’t.”

  “I’m fucking you as soon as they leave.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He led her downstairs, wondering how to politely get rid of their guests.

  Chapter 11

  Finally, they were gone. All of them kissed her on the cheek as they left, but the way Banner smoldered at her from across the room was too distracting to let her enjoy the interest from the others.

  In her mind, Banner had fucked her in a zillion different ways since he’d brought her back downstairs. Dessert, coffee, lounging in the basement room—all of it seemed to take several lifetimes, even though the last of the guests were gone by midnight.

  Banner shut the door behind Everard, and his gaze turned menacing.

  “Do you want me to get your coat?”

  The way he said it, and the way he looked at her, said this was her last chance to escape.

  She had no interest in leaving.

  “I thought we could talk about who you thought was the most appropriate choice for me before I leave.” Asking for sex seemed a bit forward.

  His expression hardened. “Take off your dress and wait for me in the dungeon.”

  Shit. Was he angry?

  He frowned at her and she fled to the basement before he decided she needed to be punished.

  When she got to the dungeon, she pulled off her dress and folded it before laying it aside. Her heart was hammering. What was he going to do to her?

  For that matter, he’d said wait, but did that mean in a specific place or position?

  Kneeling was probably the best bet, but where? On the bed seemed presumptuous. That left the coffee table or the floor. How bad did she want him to use her? She knelt on the floor, hands behind her head and knees as far apart as she could manage.

  She waited. In the dungeon there was no way to tell the passage of time, but it felt like at least ten minutes, or maybe days, had passed. Her knees were starting to ache on the hard floor, and although she considered getting up, she fought through her discomfort on the off chance that her patience would please him. She was cold, but she didn’t know if it was the temperature of the room or just her nerves.

  He prowled in wearing jeans and nothing else, and she couldn’t help but gawk at his thickly muscled chest and arms. She got the feeling she’d be seeing the real him tonight. No more games. No more training.

  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, ma
king 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.