Finding Master Right (Masters Unleashed 1)

“Keep looking at me like that, Kate, and I won’t be able to behave for very long.”

She felt her eyes widen. “Like what?” She tried to clear her face of emotion.

His pained expression morphed to a predatory grin. “Like you like the idea of my dick in your pretty mouth.”

“What? No! I . . . I—” She sputtered protests as her cheeks grew hot.

His cocky expression grated on her nerves. “These betray you too.” He placed his thumbs over her aching nipples and rubbed them back and forth.

The soft touch over her sensitive peaks made her body crave more. She bit down on her lip to keep from moaning.

He chuckled. “Turn around and grab your ankles.”

Still embarrassed about his accusation, she spat, “Fuck, no.” Immediately, she knew it’d been a mistake. Before she could take the words back, he had her hair in his fist.

He marched her to the couch, then sat, positioning her over his lap. Oh crap. What was her safeword again?

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to find us back in this position.” He stroked his hand over ass. Somehow, even with yoga pants on, it still felt vulnerable.

Her head dangled above the floor as she tried to balance on his knee with as much dignity as possible.

“Banner,” she whined.

“The disobedience was enough to warrant this.” He brought h

is giant hand down onto her ass and she hissed in a breath.

How did he manage to make it hurt over the pants?

“But then you made it worse by cursing. A pretty mouth like yours shouldn’t be saying such ugly words.” He smacked her again.

And again.

She squirmed.

“Really, Kate.” Smack. “While I love having you over my knee—” smack “—I thought you’d have learned your lesson last time.”

She rolled her eyes, trying to convince herself that his words weren’t making her hotter. “Just punish me already and stop with the lecturing!”

The silence that followed was eerie. Crap. What had she done?

A dark laugh made her heart jump to her throat. Unceremoniously, he dumped her onto the floor. She scrambled back, confused and more turned on than she should have been.

From the floor, he looked enormous. He rose to his full height, then started to unbuckle his belt, staring down at her the whole time. “Kneel properly,” he commanded.

She gulped. “Now, listen, Banner . . .”

“You do not have permission to speak unless it’s to use your safeword.” Slowly, with deliberate movements, he took off his suit jacket and placed it on the side of the couch. Then the belt landed on the cushion next to her, as if he were purposefully sending her a message. “If I have to repeat myself, I’m adding five to your count.”

She didn’t know what her count was but figured five more would suck, so she hastily got to her knees. It took effort to remember his exact instructions from last time but when he nodded curtly at her, she guessed she’d done it right.

He took his time undoing his cufflinks, then rolling up each sleeve. Damn, it tapped into every fantasy that included a suit.

Yes, yes, yes . . . roll those sleeves. His tattoos came into view, and she almost groaned. Was there such a thing as arm porn?

“Bend over the couch,” he ordered.

It took her a few seconds to comply.