Finding Master Right (Masters Unleashed 1)

Rather than force a traitorous answer out of her, he punished her ass, spanking her until she submitted.

“Should you ever insult the way you look?”

“No, Master,” she whispered, hanging docilely over his lap.

He pulled her up and sat her rosy ass on his knees. Although she gasped, she didn’t try to get away. When he wrapped his arms around her, she laid her head on his shoulder, and he almost melted, even though he was horny as fuck.

“Don’t insult your body. Insulting yourself implies your Dom has bad taste.”

“See?” said a man standing near them with a collared girl in the crook of his arm. “Next time you do it, this is what you’re going to get.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The people around them dispersed. Show over.

Banner gave her a squeeze. “Now, you need to look at me and say ‘I’m sexy and everyone wants me.’”

She looked deep into his eyes, and he wondered if he’d be able to pull away if she tried to kiss him.

A spark of amusement glinted in her eye. “You’re sexy and everyone wants you.”

Brat.

Before she could react, he leaned her back, yanked up her dress, and smacked her pussy.

The gasp he won from her was almost a moan.

“You’re lucky I don’t have a cane within reach, Trouble. Now say what you’re supposed to say before I make you a very sorry girl.”

“Please, Master?” She moaned and bumped her pelvic bone against his hand, wanting more.

Banner needed to throw her down and fuck her so bad he could practically taste her. “Say it.”

“I’m sexy?”

“It wasn’t supposed to be a question.” He laughed. “But yes, you are.”

Time to think of something acceptable to do to her before he destroyed his friendship with Ambrose. What else could he do? All of the equipment was in use. Taking her to Ambrose’s private office dungeon was a bad idea. If he didn’t stay around other people he might do something crazy.

“Dress off. Or do you need help?”

She pouted, but wriggled out of the dress while still sitting on his lap. He swore. If he lowered his fly and slid aside her panties it would make the wriggling a lot more interesting.

When her tits bounced free, and he couldn’t fondle them or pinch her nipples, his brain cycled through a tirade of bad words. Voluntarily submitting himself for this kind of torture must make him a masochist. He satisfied himself with resting a hand on the curve of her waist, the feel of her bare skin orgasmic.

He took the dress from her. “On the floor. Hands and knees and crawl to the kitchen.” The hardwood was going to be uncomfortable, but it was only fair considering how uncomfortable his dick was.

Following her was sweet torture. As she made her way across the room, her underwear left almost nothing to the imagination. Would jerking off until he came on her back be against the rules?

The kitchen was empty except for a couple talking quietly at the table.

Banner plucked Kate up off the floor and put her faceup on the granite-topped kitchen island. She squeaked when her bare skin met the cold stone.

“Stay.” He searched the kitchen drawers and found some twine, then tied Kate’s wrists to the drawer handles on either side of the kitchen island.

“Ouch! It’s rough!”

“If you stop pulling it won’t chafe.” He checked her hands, and they still had good color. Not too tight.