She gasped, and he wrapped the chain around his hand and tugged her closer. “I just can’t believe how out of control you make me feel. I’m supposed to be a responsible adult here.”
Fear mixed with excitement, making her belly flutter. “What do I make you want to do?”
Banner’s eyes narrowed, dark and ominous. “Hurt you, control you. Make you come.”
She ran her tongue over the back of her teeth. Her throat was dry. A sarcastic comeback eluded her. Finally, she settled for straight forward, feeling like Oliver Twist.
“Please, Sir.”
Again he tugged on the chain, reeling her in, then hoo
king a finger under the collar, making it just a bit too tight. “Please?”
“Yes.”
He brushed his lips against hers. “Use your words, girl. Tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you if you can have it. What do you want? For me to let you go? To go home?”
Kate tried to kiss him, but he held her in place by the collar, their lips barely touching.
“Answer me now.”
Embarrassed, she let her gaze wander. “I want all of the things you said. I want you to control me . . .” She couldn’t say the rest. Pain didn’t normally entice her, but right now, maybe she wanted that too.
“You don’t want to come?”
She didn’t just want to come. Jeez. How did a nice girl just come out and tell a guy she wanted hot, nasty sex?
“I—I do, but not like before. Uh . . . Sir.” Ugh. Real smooth, Kate. After that sexy proposition, how could he possibly resist?
His low chuckle sounded evil at the core. “So you don’t want to come that way? Would you prefer I take you to my dungeon and hang you from your ankles?”
She frowned at him and made a sound of annoyance. “Banner, you know what I mean. You didn’t bring me in here without being pretty sure what I wanted. Quit being difficult.”
“Mind that mouth of yours, or I’ll put you over my knee again.”
She could feel him watching with interest as she averted her gaze. Did she want another spanking? Damn. She didn’t know what she wanted anymore.
Motion caught her attention. One-handed, he yanked his T-shirt off.
For a moment, the breadth of his chest and the ripple of his muscles baffled her. No wonder he could manhandle her as if she were a rag doll. She wasn’t exactly tiny.
“Are you okay?” He chuckled, and with difficulty she moved her gaze back up to his face.
“Sorry, Sir. I was just surprised.”
“You hadn’t considered that I might have a chest under my shirt?” He smiled, obviously aware she was admiring his build. At least he wasn’t flexing or showing off.
“I did, Sir. I just didn’t know my imagination was so conservative.”
“Come here.” He led her to the bed, where he sat on the edge.
To her chagrin, he guided her to lie face down, over his lap. Last time it had been a surprise. This time she felt like an idiot—she was too big to be on someone’s lap. So why was this so arousing? Maybe because of the dominance? Because he was taking control and doing what he wanted, even knowing it embarrassed her?
Ugh. Stupid, annoying sex drive.
“I’m not a child, and I didn’t even do anything!”
His hand snaked into her hair, holding her in place before she did something crazy to get herself in trouble. Like try to get up.