Playing Hard to Master (Masters Unleashed 2)

Anna nodded and walked out, but Sindee crawled across the desk, her pussy and jewel-plugged ass on shameless display to Ambrose.

“Master, please let me suck your cock,” she whined. “You’ve been ignoring us all day, and I’m sooo horny.” Like a cat, she butted her head against his chest, then arched up and whispered something in his ear.

Konstantin frowned. “No. Out.” He swatted her butt, and she reluctantly got off the desk and headed out the door, giving him a series of long pouty looks over her shoulder.

When she was gone, he chuckled. “I really need to stop dating nymphos.”

“Yes, I can see how this would be horrible for you.”

“Yesterday, I had to lock them in the kennel, just so I could get through a one-page document.”

“If you hated it that much, you could always just work at your office.”

Konstantin sighed. “It’s more efficient to go downtown, I suppose, but when I want a blowjob I have to come all the way back here. It’s inconvenient.”

“You poor bastard.”

“Maybe I need a woman who plays hard to get.”

“You keep picking women who play hard to get rid of.”

He chuckled. “We all have our burdens.”

“Somewhere a man is playing a tiny violin in sympathy for your plight.”

“He’s a good man, whoever he is.” Konstantin sipped from the highball glass on his desk. “You want a drink?”

“It’s too early for that.”

Kon snorted. “In what time zone? It’s nine thirty at night in this one.”

Ambrose sat in the chair across from Kon and buried his face in his hands. All he kept seeing was Everly’s face, her body, a sassy expression, the depth of submission hiding behind the brattiness. Some sort of sound escaped him, but he wasn’t even sure what it was.

“What’s wrong with you?”

When Ambrose took his hands from his face, Konstantin wa

s frowning at him.

“I think I’m in trouble.”

Kon stood and braced his hands on the desk. “What do you need? Money? I have most of mine tied up right now, but it won’t take long to liquidate some of my investments. Or do you need help kicking someone’s ass?”

Ambrose snorted. Typical Konstantin, ready to give him the shirt off his back. “Kicking ass? What, are we in high school again? We haven’t gotten in a scrap since that bar fight in Texas, like a million years ago.”

“I guess we should have just left when the bouncer said our IDs looked fake.” Kon grinned, settling back into his chair. “So what’s wrong?”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Are you still moping around about Kate? You knew that wasn’t going to work out from the beginning. I don’t know why you let yourself get sucked into that mess.”

“If you trained her for a month, you wouldn’t be able to help yourself either.”

“I probably would have banged her in a million different ways so that when Banner regained his senses, I’d have her out of my system. Fair’s fair.” He smiled slyly. “Kate’s a doll, and superhot, but she’s not slutty enough for me. She’d never submit to half the stuff I’m into.”

Ambrose was sure Konstantin was wrong—with the right training, Kate would do almost anything, but she wasn’t his anymore and he shouldn’t even be thinking of her that way. Besides, he’d deliberately kept the feelings he’d developed for Kate stunted, knowing that eventually Banner would demand he give her back.

This thing with Everly was different. Other than the fact that she was allergic to his money, there was nothing to stop him from pursuing her. That and the fact that he couldn’t handle another relationship as intense as what he’d had with Shae. Playing at D/s was fine, but serious, long-term D/s was on his list of hard limits.