Finding Master Right (Masters Unleashed 1)

“Easy for you to say, you don’t have the kind of job where . . .” She gasped, seeming to lose track of what she meant to say as he hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down and off.

Banner balled them in his fist, pried her mouth open, and shoved them in, even though she fought it. She hadn’t used her safeword.

“Shut up,” he whispered gruffly in her ear. “I’m going to beat you now.” He grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and put it in her hand. “If it gets too much for you, just let go of the spoon, and I’ll stop.”

Her grip on the spoon loosened and she glared at him.

“You’re going to be a big baby?”

Kate made a sound of disgust but tightened her hold on the spoon.

Eager to get started, he opened a drawer and pulled out the first thing he touched. Rolling pin? She wasn’t ready for that. Meat tenderizer. Even he wasn’t ready for that. Banner looked back at Kate and her eyes were wide and nervous, but she hadn’t dropped the spoon yet.

Elastics, chopsticks. He fiddled with them and quickly made some nipple clamps. With his best attempt to be impersonal, he tugged on her nipples and put the impromptu clamps on. She squealed and squirmed, and he tried not to think of the fact that she was naked and at his mercy.

Banner undid his belt. Her hips came up off the granite, begging for her Master’s attention. The sound of his belt sliding free made her go very still and her lovely green eyes followed him as he bowed her legs and spread her knees. He stroked the insides of her thighs, stopping before he reached her pussy. From that he moved to small slaps, then harder ones. His heavy leather belt was gentle enough when he tapped her with it.

With grunts and whines, she begged for more, straining toward him as far as the twine would allow. He hit her twice, harder on the inside of the thigh. Through the gag, she screamed, then started to cough. Banner yanked the now sodden underwear out of her mouth.

“Are you okay?” His thumb brushed her bottom lip as she panted for breath.

She caught the unsuspecting digit in her mouth and sucked, the sensuality of it more intimate than some blow jobs he’d gotten in the past. Her tongue swirled around, and she nipped at him. He groaned, leaning his aching groin on the edge of the kitchen island. Sucking his thumb wasn’t sexual contact, was it? Right then, he wasn’t sure he cared what Ambrose thought. Trying to keep control, he flicked the chopsticks, loving the way she winced, and then sucked him harder.

When he pulled his thumb from her mouth, she sighed in disappointment. Crawling up on top of her and fucking her face was probably out of the question.

On the counter, in the corner, there was a vase that contained what looked like sugarcane. He strolled over to it and looked back at Kate, who was frowning and shaking her head. He plucked one of the thinner stalks and swished it.

“No, Master! I’ll be good.”

A group of people came into the room, chatting. Kate’s legs snapped shut. The guests grew quiet as they realized what was going on, and they sat or leaned against the wall where they could watch but stay out of Banner’s way.

Two people sitting behind her head were one thing. Apparently she could forget they were there, but five more standing around watching was different.

Banner stroked her knees, and she sighed but kept them pressed together.

“Open your legs for me, pretty girl.”

For a moment he thought she’d comply, but then her gaze darted to the strangers and back t

o him. This one wasn’t an exhibitionist.

He delivered a sharp slap to the outside of her thigh. “Spread your fucking legs before I tie them open,” he barked.

Trembling, her knees inched apart. He pushed them wider, admiring the bare smoothness of her mons. Moisture beaded her sex and he had to push away thoughts of Ambrose on top of her, about to slide his dick into her tightness. A blush spread over her skin, encompassing most of her body.

“Stay still now. If you move I might hit you in the wrong place.”

“Y-yes, Master.” Her voice trembled.

Their gazes met and tenderness for her thickened his throat.

God. How would he ever hand her back over to Ambrose?

He hefted the sugarcane in his hand, then rubbed the roughness of it over her skin, leaving red marks on her belly and thighs. Kate’s breath was ragged, and he was sure his own was too. After a few taps, he hit the inside of her thigh harder.

“Ow! Mmmm.” She pressed upward for more.

Banner leaned down and brushed his lips over the red splotch he’d left, and her hips jerked.