“No, you’re definitely a grown woman.” His free hand slipped down her spine, then caressed the curve of her ass. “I’m not doing this because you were mouthy, although I should. I’m doing this because when I mentioned putting you over my knee, it excited you. You’ve been a relatively good girl today, so you deserve a reward.”
“My reward is a spanking? How does that make sense?”
He slapped one of her ass cheeks, and she gasped.
“Because you like this.” His first few blows were light but gradually got harder.
Her embarrassment hurt more than the warm glow that started on her ass. Being over his lap was somehow worse than kneeling in vulnerable positions on the ottoman. Even though he could see less, it was more personal. A swat landed just below her ass cheek and she squealed in surprise.
“Hurts there, doesn’t it?”
Two more and it was starting to feel as if her ass was horribly sunburned. She tried to squirm away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He grabbed the back of her neck, and she stilled, melting against him.
“It hurts! I don’t like it.” The words had come out as a whine, but dignity had disappeared when she’d landed over his knee.
His hand quested between her legs, finding her wet, proving she was a liar. Unable to help it, she spread her thighs to make it easier for him, and he plunged a finger inside her. Her legs went hot, cold, felt hollow, as he finger-fucked her.
“Please, fuck me, Sir. Please!” she babbled.
“Oh, but I don’t think you’re ready for me yet, baby girl.” His voice was quiet and mocking.
God, how could words make this hotter?
“I am. I promise.” Her pussy clenched around his finger. “I’ll do anything you want.”
“That’s a dangerous thing to offer a man like me.” Something brushed over her anus, gentle and tickling.
She froze, trying to process the foreign sensation.
“What’s the matter, Kate?” He did it again.
She shuddered and tried, in vain, to pull away. “No, no. Don’t!” Her whole body quivered, on the brink of orgasm.
“Have you ever been touched there before?”
“No, Sir.” She was panting, the warm weight of his hand feeling heavy and controlling on her neck.
“Your body likes it.”
Kate was wound so tight she felt as though she was vibrating. “Not today. Not today, please, Sir. It makes me too confused. I need to come.”
“Hmm. You want to, you don’t need to.” Banner shifted under her and she felt his hard cock pressed into her side.
“Please, you don’t understand.” She sobbed. “Please, Master, I beg you.”
Banner swore and lifted her, then tossed her facedown on the bed. She writhed there for a moment, her moans drowning out whatever he was doing. Would he leave her there, untouched? Kate pressed a hand between her legs, and he pinched her ass hard. She shrieked, and he grabbed her ankles, crossing them and flipping her over.
“You don’t touch yourself without my permission.” He put a hand between her legs, and she tried to rub against him. “This is mine. It’s not for you to play with unless I tell you to.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He yanked her to the edge of the bed. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Surprised, she glanced down to find that his pants were gone, and his enormous cock was sheathed in a condom. Damn, he was big. Maybe the size of his hands should have clued her in.
He wrapped her legs around him and ran the tip of his cock up and down the slipperiness of her slit. He lined himself up with her entrance and started to push. She mewled and struggled but didn’t want to get away. Slowly, her body accepted him, stretching to accommodate his girth.