Finding Master Right

by Sparrow Beckett

  “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.

  “Shut up,” he whispered gruffly in her ear. “I’m going to beat you now.” He grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and put it in her hand. “If it gets too much for you, just let go of the spoon, and I’ll stop.”

  Her grip on the spoon loosened and she glared at him.

  “You’re going to be a big baby?”

  Kate made a sound of disgust but tightened her hold on the spoon.

  Eager to get started, he opened a drawer and pulled out the first thing he touched. Rolling pin? She wasn’t ready for that. Meat tenderizer. Even he wasn’t ready for that. Banner looked back at Kate and her eyes were wide and nervous, but she hadn’t dropped the spoon yet.

  Elastics, chopsticks. He fiddled with them and quickly made some nipple clamps. With his best attempt to be impersonal, he tugged on her nipples and put the impromptu clamps on. She squealed and squirmed, and he tried not to think of the fact that she was naked and at his mercy.

  Banner undid his belt. Her hips came up off the granite, begging for her Master’s attention. The sound of his belt sliding free made her go very still and her lovely green eyes followed him as he bowed her legs and spread her knees. He stroked the insides of her thighs, stopping before he reached her pussy. From that he moved to small slaps, then harder ones. His heavy leather belt was gentle enough when he tapped her with it.

  With grunts and whines, she begged for more, straining toward him as far as the twine would allow. He hit her twice, harder on the inside of the thigh. Through the gag, she screamed, then started to cough. Banner yanked the now sodden underwear out of her mouth.

  “Are you okay?” His thumb brushed her bottom lip as she panted for breath.

  She caught the unsuspecting digit in her mouth and sucked, the sensuality of it more intimate than some blow jobs he’d gotten in the past. Her tongue swirled around, and she nipped at him. He groaned, leaning his aching groin on the edge of the kitchen island. Sucking his thumb wasn’t sexual contact, was it? Right then, he wasn’t sure he cared what Ambrose thought. Trying to keep control, he flicked the chopsticks, loving the way she winced, and then sucked him harder.

  When he pulled his thumb from her mouth, she sighed in disappointment. Crawling up on top of her and fucking her face was probably out of the question.

  On the counter, in the corner, there was a vase that contained what looked like sugarcane. He strolled over to it and looked back at Kate, who was frowning and shaking her head. He plucked one of the thinner stalks and swished it.

  “No, Master! I’ll be good.”

  A group of people came into the room, chatting. Kate’s legs snapped shut. The guests grew quiet as they realized what was going on, and they sat or leaned against the wall where they could watch but stay out of Banner’s way.

  Two people sitting behind her head were one thing. Apparently she could forget they were there, but five more standing around watching was different.

  Banner stroked her knees, and she sighed but kept them pressed together.

  “Open your legs for me, pretty girl.”

  For a moment he thought she’d comply, but then her gaze darted to the strangers and back t
o him. This one wasn’t an exhibitionist.

  He delivered a sharp slap to the outside of her thigh. “Spread your fucking legs before I tie them open,” he barked.

  Trembling, her knees inched apart. He pushed them wider, admiring the bare smoothness of her mons. Moisture beaded her sex and he had to push away thoughts of Ambrose on top of her, about to slide his dick into her tightness. A blush spread over her skin, encompassing most of her body.

  “Stay still now. If you move I might hit you in the wrong place.”

  “Y-yes, Master.” Her voice trembled.

  Their gazes met and tenderness for her thickened his throat.

  God. How would he ever hand her back over to Ambrose?

  He hefted the sugarcane in his hand, then rubbed the roughness of it over her skin, leaving red marks on her belly and thighs. Kate’s breath was ragged, and he was sure his own was too. After a few taps, he hit the inside of her thigh harder.

  “Ow! Mmmm.” She pressed upward for more.

  Banner leaned down and brushed his lips over the red splotch he’d left, and her hips jerked.

  I want my mouth there as much as you do, Trouble.

  He straightened and held her knee, using the cane on the inside of her thighs until she was squealing and begging him to stop. When he did, he removed the nipple clamps, watching her expression as the blood rushed back into her abused nipples. He rubbed gentle fingers over them, then pinched hard and let go.

  Kate sobbed, struggling to get closer to him.

  “Master, please! I need you.”

  “You need me to what?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Unh.” She shivered violently as his breath met her ear and tried to inch closer. “I need to come, Master. It’s been so long.” Her begging was high pitched and pitiful, and when he met her gaze, it fastened to his as though she’d die if he looked away.

  She was his—fucking his. This was the size of the hole she’d left in his life when he’d sent her away. A huge gaping nothing. This was the expression on her face in the twenty-some portraits he’d painted of her. Whether Kate approved of it or not, she was his slave, just as much as he was hers.

  She’d been the one he’d been looking for all along, and he’d given her away as though she hadn’t become the very air he breathed.

  “I can’t.” He kissed her, claiming her back for the moment, half expecting Ambrose to storm into the room and beat the shit out of him. But in that moment not kissing her would have killed him.

  Kate kissed him back with fierce desperation. He pulled away, every part of him hating that he had to. Untying her took only a moment, and he sat her up and steadied her. She turned her face to his chest and hid there. Her warm wet tears trickled down his skin.

  “Your girl is gorgeous.” One of the men nodded at Kate.

  “Mine? I’m not that lucky.” He laughed, but regret had slipped into the sound. The other man heard it and gave him a sympathetic look before moving away. Everyone else filed out in silence, as though they realized they were intruding on something that wasn’t supposed to be a spectacle.

  “You gave me away,” Kate whispered against his chest. “Why did you do that if you wanted to keep me?”

  “I-I think I was trying to save you.” The words were like sand in his mouth.

  “You did save me, but then you ruined it by getting rid of me.” She punched his arm jokingly, but then her expression turned fierce, and she hit him again and again, as if she’d lost control. Her palm cracked across his face once, stinging him, but it was the least he deserved. She pulled her hand back, curling in on herself, crumpling against him. She was sobbing—every sound like an ice pick in his chest.

  He slid her off the countertop and let himself hold her. Her tiny fingers left painful divots in his flesh where she clung to him.

  He hoped the marks would never fade.

  Chapter 17

  Banner helped her back into her dress, then tucked her into the crook of his arm. Maybe she should have gone looking for Ambrose, but she wasn’t willing to give up this last bit of time with Banner.

  She was supposed to belong to Ambrose now. This was such a clusterfuck. They didn’t seem to be the type of guys who would let some girl come between them, which meant they’d probably send her away. This rejection shit was getting old.

  She sniffled and willed herself not to start crying again.

  Crap. Now his last memories of them together would be of her bawling and mascara streaking her face. It was hard to care about how she looked though. She just wanted to stop time so that he’d never walk her down the hall and give her back.

  After being with Banner again, even without sex, she knew things would never work with Ambrose. He was a nice guy and a good Dom, but he wasn’t Banner. He wasn’t her Master.

  Why had she fought it so hard?

  She’d laid the blame at Banner’s feet earlier, but she’d been just as stubborn.

  Ambrose had walked past them a few times, and she could feel him watching. She didn’t want to make a scene and end things with him tonight, but if she could politely get out of the sex he’d mentioned in front of Banner, she would. For ages she’d been wondering why Ambrose wasn’t interested in having sex with her, and now she was glad they hadn’t. Maybe it would make the breakup easier, although he hadn’t given the impression he liked her past the point of an almost brotherly affection before this. The fact that he’d made their relationship sound so intimate to Banner was weird. Maybe it was a guy thing, but he hadn’t even kissed her until tonight, let alone the possessive way he had when Banner was watching.

  Had Ambrose been marking his territory, or was it some sort of weird one-sided competition? It almost seemed like a ploy to make Banner jealous, but why would he do that?

  All too soon everyone left. Ambrose shut off the stereo, and suddenly, she could hear the two girls Konstantin had brought upstairs screaming in pleasure, or agony, or both. What the hell was he doing up there?

  Banner pulled her to her feet and led her to Ambrose.

  “I trust you had fun with my good little sub? She’s better trained than the last time you played with her, isn’t she?”

  “She’s perfect.” Banner coaxed her forward, and Ambrose fished in his pocket again, pulled out the leash and clipped it back to her collar. This whole collar thing was weird too. Ambrose had never put one on her before.

  “What did you do with her?” Ambrose led the way down the hall, then up the stairs to a bedroom.

  “I spanked her for insulting her body right at the beginning. Later I tied her to your kitchen island and beat her thighs with sugarcane. She might be marked for a few days.”

  The word “marked” seemed almost significant. Was he trying to say something, or was it all in her head? God, this was a mess.

  Ambrose grunted. “Take off your dress and get on the bed. Present.”

  Undress? He never made her undress for him, let alone in front of people. She didn’t want to have sex with Ambrose but curiosity as to where this was going made her stay quiet and obey.

  Reluctantly, she drew the dress off over her head, struggling not to get tangled in the leash, which Ambrose had let go. Next she pulled off her underwear, but she was glad to be rid of them. They were still wet and uncomfortable from being in her mouth.

  She crawled up onto the tall bed and knelt there as she’d been taught, knees apart, hands folded behind her head, and waited for the men to finish with whatever the hell they were doing. It was like a police standoff. Between the two of them they had quite the gun show.

  Ambrose took up the leash again.

  “Is that all you did?”

  Banner frowned, grimacing. “No. I know I shouldn’t have, but I kissed her.”

  Ambrose glared. “Yeah, so I heard. Was making a cuckold of me at my own party part of your entertainment for the evening?”

  Banner winced but didn’t look away. “I’d like to say I lost control in the moment, but I knew exactly what I was do
ing.”

  Ambrose paced back and forth at the foot of the bed.

  “We’ve been friends since we were kids. I expected more from you. She’s mine now, and you need to respect that.”

  Silence lay thick over the room. All of Kate’s counseling impulses told her to shut up and let them work through this, even though she felt a need to speak for herself. What about what she wanted? She wasn’t a pet, she was a person.

  Banner sighed. “I know I gave her to you, Ambrose. That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. But you and I both know she isn’t yours.”

  Ambrose whirled on Banner and punched him in the jaw.

  Kate gasped and moved to hold Ambrose back, but he was calm again and ordered her back to her spot.

  “You fucking dick,” Ambrose growled.

  Banner watched him, rubbing at a quickly bruising spot on his jaw.

  “That was for Kate.” Ambrose shook his head. He picked up the end of Kate’s leash and handed it to Banner. “If you ever do this to her again, I’ll strangle you, myself.”

  What?

  Banner looked down at the leash in his hand, then back at Ambrose.

  “What are you doing? I don’t understand.”

  “How am I friends with such an idiot?” Ambrose rolled his eyes, which looked funny on such a brute of a man. “I just spent the past several weeks training her, to show you that you were wrong about her and what she wanted. If you don’t want her back just say the word. I’ve been aching to fuck her since you gave her to me, but I knew you’d never forgive me if I did.”

  What?

  He’d been saving her for Banner, not rejecting her? Anger tried to surface, but she was also relieved. So many thoughts and questions swirled in her mind that she had no idea how to feel about any of it.

  Banner seemed to be having trouble following the conversation too. “So you’re telling me you just kept her for me? You haven’t fucked her?”

  “I hadn’t even kissed her until tonight. Do you have any idea what a crime against humanity this has been?” Ambrose turned and eyed her appreciatively. “A month of cold showers was cruel and unusual punishment.”