Kate pushed her face against the ottoman and tried not to move, but her body started to follow his fingers whenever he drew away for a moment.
Banner caught her clit between two fingers, and she wailed into the leather. “I asked you a question, Trouble. I demand a proper answer.”
“I-I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t remember what you asked.”
He squeezed harder and she squealed.
“I asked you once, Kate, you’ll regret it if I have to ask you again. Whose good girl are you?” The dark seduction of his voice and the threat between her legs, his teasing, and all of the build up to today . . .
A loud keening sound escaped her as she struggled to form words. She tried to fight her way back from the edge, but she could feel her body teetering, ready to come, impatient and hopeful.
“I’m yours, Master!”
Banner groaned, then rubbed his thumb over her sensitized bud. She howled, unable to stop the orgasm as pleasure overtook her. Every muscle in her body strained and protested, wanting more.
“Bad!” He growled in her ear and slapped her pussy, setting her off a second time. She curled up in a ball, her body clutching at nothing, frustrated at being denied the hard cock she knew was just inches away.
There was a metallic click, and something tugged at her collar. She looked up and there stood Banner, his brow low and his lip curled. Wrathful and holding the handle of a leash. He tugged, and she lurched to her feet.
“Come with me.”
She trailed after him, stumbling to keep up, the friction of her legs against her naked sex making her come again as they walked. If he noticed, he didn’t care, and she struggled to keep her balance as her body reveled in what he’d done.
But why was he so mad?
Oh shit. She’d read something about this.
“Please, Sir, I didn’t mean to come.” Tears welled in her eyes and one spilled over. Things had been going so well, but she’d ruined it. How was she supposed to stop herself from coming, though? Sometimes it was easy enough, but he didn’t know what it had been like for her. She hadn’t had sex in almost a year, and masturbating couldn’t hold a candle to this.
Orgasm aftershocks pulsed through her as he dragged her down the hall. One big hand banded her wrist and didn’t let go after she’d tripped and almost gone down.
Why was this so hot? Even the rough march down the hallway was turning her on. His proprietary grip on her wrist, his irritated gaze, knowing he was probably going to punish her for coming. Especially knowing he was going to punish her for coming. She shouldn’t like this, right? Books said some women were into it, but she’d never guessed she’d be one of them. And yet, the meaner he got the hotter it made her.
Banner turned out of the hall into a bedroom that was just as old-fashioned as the rest of the house she’d seen. A large four-poster bed with thick metal beams dominated the space, but the room was large enough that it didn’t feel crowded.
Her captor stopped and dropped her wrist, but he still held the end of her leash in one of his monster-sized hands. The anger hadn’t left his face, and he shook slightly.
Kate cowered back, stopping when she reached the end of the chain.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was going to happen until it was too late to stop. Sir.”
For a moment, he only stared at her, then he squeezed the bridge of his nose and tipped his head back.
“You called me Master.” His voice was hoarse, tense. “I’m sorry. You surprised me.”
Kate searched her mind, remembering him badgering her for something. Then she recalled what had accidentally slipped out.
“Is that why you’re angry? It was a mistake. I got my words all confused, but in my defense I was about to . . .” She made a hand gesture that she hoped would be sufficient. “I thought you were mad that I . . . finished without permission.”
“I’m not mad at you. I noticed you got off, but I can’t really do anything about that. I forgot to tell you to ask first, so I can’t punish you.”
Relieved she hadn’t upset him, she ran a finger over a few cold links of the chain that connected them, and she watched his face. His gaze was on her fingers. “What would you do to me if I was your slave and I came without permission?”
“I don’t think you want to know that, Kate.” His eyes became hooded. “I’m a sadist.”
Curious, she stepped closer. “Would you do something really bad?”
“I’d cane your pussy.”