Ambrose turned back to Banner. “But if you don’t want her, by all means, get the fuck out of my house. I have a long list of depraved things I mean to do to her.”
As Kate watched, Banner seemed to grow a foot taller and sprout fangs and horns.
“Get out,” Banner growled.
“You’re kicking me out of the room?” Ambrose said in mock disapproval. “This is my house. You’re not even going to let me watch?”
“Out!” Banner bellowed.
Ambrose laughed loudly. “So does this mean you want her back, then? Because I have some ginger in the fridge with her name on it . . .”
Banner gave him a shove toward the door, then grabbed the other man in a bear hug.
“Yeah, I love you, too, asshat. Now let go of me. Your hard-on is weirding me out.” Ambrose pushed him away and started to pull the door closed behind him.
Down the hall, Konstantin was issuing stern commands in Russian, but as the door clicked shut all Kate could hear was the blood rushing in her ears.
When Banner turned back to her, she was pretty sure the fangs were still there.
“Did you know?”
“What? That he didn’t like me like that?” Kate asked, not sure she liked the look in his eye.
“Oh, he likes you like that. If I called him back in here he’d agree to double-team you in a heartbeat.” Banner’s smile was grim. “I’d offer you the chance to try DP, but if he ever touches you again, I’ll break his legs.”
“What’s DP?”
Banner blinked at her, then grinned. “Bless your innocent heart. Well, my dear, that’s when two men take their dicks and . . .”
She put her hands over her ears, afraid of what he’d say next. His mouth kept moving, but she hummed so she didn’t hear him.
When he started to laugh she took a chance and let go of her ears.
“No?” He sat on the edge of the bed and dragged her onto his lap, burying his face in her hair and inhaling. “Mmm. You smell so sexy. You’re lucky he didn’t give you back at the beginning of the party, or I would have fucked you in the middle of the kitchen.”
“I can’t believe I was begging you to.” She covered her face with her hands. There had to have been seven or eight people in the room, looking at her naked body and listening to her beg for Banner to fuck her. So slutty. “Sexually empowered” was the appropriate terminology, but in this instance she was having trouble feeling that enlightened about things. She poked around in her head, wondering if sub drop was setting in, but this time it seemed less serious.
Banner held her quietly for a few minutes, gripping her so tight that she wondered if he was going to crack one of her ribs.
“So, after all that, do you want me, too, or do you wish I’d left you with Ambrose? Or maybe you don’t want either of us? It’s your choice.”
She feigned shock. “What? I get a say? And here I thought I didn’t get an opinion, just a safeword.”
Banner kissed her, then, possessively claiming her mouth. When she was breathless he pulled back.
“Of course you get a choice. Just say the word, and I’ll let you go. I’ll call a cab or drive you home myself.” He shifted under her, and she felt his dick prodding at her bottom from through the leather pants.
“You’d make me go home, after I begged so nicely?”
“What did you beg me for? It’s been a long night. You need to refresh my memory.”
“Jeez, you must be getting old. You might want to have your memory checked,” she teased, burying her hands in his thick dark hair and giving it a playful tug.
His expression turned dangerous. “Hmm . . . I remember something about ‘Master, I’ve been a bad girl. Will you please fuck my ass?’ Does that sound about right?”
Kate gasped and struggled to get off his lap, but he picked her up and shoved her facedown on the bed.
She tried to scramble away, but he pinned her beneath him and ground his pelvis against her bottom.
A hand wriggled under her and found her clit, and soon she was moaning and pressing back against his thrusts, the leather caressing her ass. He knelt up and struggled out of his pants, then pinned her back down again, now with his dick nestled between her ass cheeks. The sensation of his rigid cock sliding against her back hole when she was already so damn hot for him made her ridiculously horny. And scared.
Banner held her down with one hand and yanked open the bedside table. He pulled out some rope and several small packets.
“What’s that?” She whimpered.
“Rope.”
“Noooo . . . no more rope. I’ll be good.” Her wrists were still raw from earlier.
“And you’ll let me do what I want without having to tie you down?”
She froze. Who knew what he had in mind?
He saw her hesitation. “You have a safeword, Trouble.”
Relieved, she bit her lip and nodded. She was so frustrated she was ready to do anything he asked anyway.
“Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.”
Her mouth fell open. “You should forget you ever heard me admit that.” Was no part of her brain a mystery to this man? It hardly seemed fair.
He allowed her to roll onto her back and cooperated when she pulled one of his huge hands to encircle her throat.
“Oh, you like this, do you?” He squeezed gently, and her already hot girly bits got heavy and full. Her clit twinged, begging for attention.
When she licked her finger Banner’s eyes glazed over. She let her hand creep down between her legs, and she circled her clit. This time she didn’t need to close her eyes to see him above her. Her finger slipped over her hard bud, and she shuddered. She’d been so frustrated for so long, and now here he was playing into her fantasies. Banner had her by the neck and his other hand was skimming along her body, sensitizing every part he could reach, pinching cruelly at her nipples when she started getting too close to coming.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped when he yanked her hand away from her pussy and held her wrists so she couldn’t finish. “Please, Banner? Don’t leave me like this.”
“On your front. Ass in the air.” His voice was hoarse, and she didn’t think he was faring any better than she was.
She turned over and presented, and as a reward he let her touch herself again. As she got closer to orgasm again, he ran his hand over her bottom, dipping his fingers into the crease of her ass. Why did everything he did feel so good?
The first time he skimmed his finger over her back hole, she jumped and tried to squirm away, but he grabbed her hip and forced her to stay in place as he did it again. She closed her eyes and let it happen, and when she reopened them she realized there were small packages of lube on the bed.
Noooooooo.
One of his big fingers prodded at her backside, and she heard the sound of packaging just before a cold, slick dribble slid down the crack of her ass. His finger caught it and spread it around, and he didn’t seem to care how much she tried to avoid penetration. He held her in place, and slowly he fucked the tip of his finger into her poor bottom.
Her hand stilled on her clit, and she held her breath. He tore open another packet of lube and slicked the tip of his finger more before coaxing it all the way in. Staying very still, she could feel his every tiny movement. She moaned low, sounding tortured even to her own ears. It felt too weird, but the way he was humming in satisfaction said this wasn’t the last of it. He finger fucked her ass until it didn’t feel so tight and awful.
“It’s just one finger, little slave. I’m going to add another one now.”
“No, no, Banner. Please. Another day, okay? I’ll let you do it another day. Not today.”
“‘No’ and ‘another day’ aren’t your safewords.” He chuckled, then paused. She didn’t reply. “I’ve been wanting this sexy ass of yours since I met you. I didn’t fuck you here because I thought I’d let your future Dom have the honor. Now that you’re mine, I don’t need to deny myself anymore.”
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br /> His words and their meaning blurred in her head, too heavy to process now. Another slick finger tried to gain entrance. This time she didn’t attempt to talk him out of it, because she assumed her body would simply refuse. Unfortunately, he was very convincing, and she hissed and swore through the burn of his second finger sinking into her.
“Please, Master.” She choked, gasped, tried to escape him.
Instead of giving in, he dragged her hips to the edge of the bed, added lube, and stretched her poor, suffering anus more.
Why had she wanted him back again?
“I think you’re ready now, but it’s still going to be uncomfortable. Do you remember your safeword?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied miserably.
“Do you want to use your safeword now? I won’t be upset.” He sounded sincere, but the truth was, she was more than a little curious. The first time he’d touched her there, it had blown her mind. She might have developed a fixation with the idea. She just hated having to admit it.
“No. You can . . . try if you want to.” There. That made it about him. “But if it hurts too much?”
“You’ll tell me, and I’ll stop.”
“O-okay.”
Banner stroked her skin as though he were comforting a skittish animal. The tip of his well-lubed dick slid back and forth over her ass, and then he pressed the tip inward with firm but gentle intention. The burning stretch of it felt impossible, but she couldn’t escape him.
“No, Master. I don’t like it.” She whined, and he stilled.
“Wombat?”
Was she giving up? Apparently, this could be amazing. “No, Master.”
“Shh. Relax your body, sweet girl. It’ll be better when I’m all the way in. Try to focus on letting me in, okay?”
She doubted that was true, but she’d gotten this far, so she wasn’t going to give up now. Inch by inch he fought his way in, adding lube and starting again when necessary. Finally, she felt his thighs touch the back of hers.
Banner arched protectively around her, holding her to him. She sniffled, sobbed, felt like her body was being invaded.
“I know, that wasn’t very fun, was it? But you were such a good girl for me.” He groaned in her ear, and it made her shiver. His cock twitched in her ass, and it felt a hundred times bigger than it already was.
“Not fun at all.” She was too afraid to move.
A hand slid between her thigh and the bed, seeking out her clit. Still sensitive from being kept so close to orgasm, she moaned and squirmed despite herself. Banner withdrew a tiny bit, then pressed back in, circling her hardened nub with cruel and persistent fingers. He’d made her move, damn him, and soon the fullness and burning soreness was stoking the banked fire in her belly.
It seemed impossible, but slowly his huge cock fucked her ass, claiming the last bit of her as his own. Aching, she writhed and babbled beneath him. He toyed with her clit, his touch gentle and teasing, a horrible counterpoint to the unbearably hard cock inside her. Pressure built in her pussy and bottom until she was a throbbing mass of sensation. Ache and ecstasy distracted each other—blended until her body clamped down on his cock. The orgasm rushed her, intense and stupefying. Her own hoarse screams deafened her.
“Fuck!” Banner’s voice was thick and pained. He panted, sounding as though he was trying to control himself.
Sore as she was, she squeezed his cock, trying to slow him down, but accidentally triggering her second orgasm. The movement of his hips became uncoordinated and with a desperate yowl, he came, his dick pulsing inside her and his fingers digging painfully into her clit.
Her third orgasm caught her by surprise. Unlike the others, this one was a total bitch and made everything throb painfully.
By the time she was coherent enough to realize that Banner had collapsed on top of her, she also heard applause coming from down the hall. She buried her face in the now sweaty bedding, feeling a stinging blush creep up her chest.
“Don’t worry. It’s tradition, little slave.” He peeled her hair away where it was stuck and kissed the back of her neck.
Her heart fluttered. How could he sound romantic when his cock was still buried in her ass? “Tomorrow when we see them, no one will mention hearing anything.”
Slowly, gently, he slid out of her, giving her body time to adjust to his withdrawal. He groaned.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” She looked back at him, and he was grinning at her.
“That . . . that blew my mind. Are you okay?” He stroked her ass, examined her, then patted her as if he approved of something.
“I don’t know.” She sniffled. “I feel like my new Dom should buy me a pony or something, although I have no desire to sit on anything ever again.”
“You’re not bleeding or anything, so you’re good to go again anytime.” Banner went into the attached bathroom and washed his hands and did whatever else guys did postsex.
She rolled onto her side, whining as all of her muscles protested. Her ass ached, and her clit felt as though he’d sanded it off. Good to go again anytime? No fucking way.
He came back before she’d found the energy to move and settled them under the covers. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her face, her eyelids, her lips.
“When I was on my way here tonight, I never thought . . .” He stared at her, so close that he almost looked as though he had one eye. Kate moved her head back a fraction until he had two eyes again.
The wonder on his face made her feel important and special—as if she were the best thing that had ever happened to him. Maybe it wasn’t true, or maybe it was just the after-orgasm buzz, but for now, she’d take it. This close he was almost unbearably beautiful. The short dark hair and dark eyes usually made him seem dangerous, but the only danger from him right now was the way his lazy smile made her heart skip a beat.
But what would happen the next day? Were they actually together—a couple? Or was this just something he had to get out of his system? Asking for answers this minute seemed rude, but she had to know. It seemed like they were on the same page, but what if they weren’t?
Relax, Kate. Enjoy the afterglow. There’ll be time to interrogate him tomorrow.
“We seem to have this problem where we keep ending up in bed together.” She smiled shyly.
His brows drew together. “It’s a problem for you?”
“As long as we never have to um . . . do that again . . . then no.” She held her breath, wondering if that would be a deal breaker for him.
“Never?” How did a guy manage to look dominant while lying on his side and cuddling?
Something stirred inside her, responding, wanting to please him. He smelled like sweat and sex and still faintly of leather, and even though she was sore, her body was trying to convince her that maybe some quiet, vanilla sex could be doable. Did he even do vanilla?
“W-well. If it was a hard limit, would you give me away again?”
“No, absolutely not.” He pulled her tighter.
They stared at each other. Banner seemed to be on the verge of saying something, but he only played with a lock of her hair. Eventually, he just kissed her—sweetly, like they were sixteen and on their first date.
“There’s a lot we need to talk about, but maybe we should wait until we’re not in a house full of people.” His words rumbled in his chest, the vibration feeling sexy under her hand.
Was “having a lot to talk about” good or bad? Not knowing what he meant was making her stomach twist.
“Okay.” She laid her head on his shoulder and snuggled in. The first hint of sleepiness tried to steal over her. As she began to drift off, she had a vivid recollection of Ambrose and Konstantin applauding. “Oh fuck. I can’t believe you made me scream like that!” She buried her face in his neck.
“What? What? I can’t hear you,” he said loudly, then grinned. “There’s some sort of weird ringing in my ears.”
She laughed and smacked him.
He quickly rem
inded her why smacking a Dominant was a bad idea.
Chapter 18
The obnoxious preprogrammed ringtone dragged him out of a deep, almost drugged sleep. Lost, he tried to follow the noise, then realized it was the only thing glowing in the dark room. He stubbed his toe on something but managed to grab the phone and hit ANSWER before it went to voice mail.
“Hello.”
“Banner?” Meadow? Was he late for school? He blinked, trying to get his bearings. Her voice was weird, as if she’d been crying. Meadow didn’t cry.
Shit. Mom?
“It’s me. What’s the matter?”
The other end went silent and terror leached through him. Then his brain took a step back, watching things unfold dispassionately. He remembered the gurney. His father’s waxy skin. Abruptly, he sat down on the floor and realized he was in a room with carpeting. Not home. Where the fuck was he?
“Meadow?”
“It’s . . . it’s . . .”
Mom. Hell, how were they going to go on without her? They were too young to be orphans. Such a weird word, “orphans.” It conjured images of lockets and mangy dogs. She’d overdosed. They’d known it was coming.
Meadow was talking now, the words coming out jumbled. “You have to come now! They pumped his stomach. He’s unconscious. It was the whole fucking bottle, I think. I just picked it up for Mom yesterday. If Dylan hadn’t called the house phone . . . Oh god. Mom is here with me, but they’re not sure if he’s going to be okay. Banner, you have to come and fix this!”
It was Rook? Rook? He was on his feet and searching for a door or something. It was so dark. Something banged into him at waist height. A light turned on.
He looked around the room and saw Kate sitting up in bed, her hand on the bedside lamp.
“What’s wrong?”
Maybe that’s what she said. The words were coming from a long way off. She took something out of his hand. The phone. She was talking to Meadow.
Kate hung up and put the phone on the bed. She dressed, threw his pants at him, then ran down the hall and came back with his shirt.
If he died . . . If Rook was dead by the time they got to the hospital . . .
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