Tormented

She couldn’t know that he would show up at Jake’s cabin and decide to buy her. Did she somehow know that Jason would be at the Scarlet Auction? Was that why she was an auction participant?

That seemed unlikely as well. It was a roundabout way to get access to Jason, who wasn’t even that involved in his uncle’s campaign. And why would she think there was anything worth investigating? Uncle Gordon was a fucking Boy Scout.

And Kimani seemed to genuinely like Gordon.

Sam had asked about the political action committee, so maybe Gordon wasn’t the target. A group of developers raising more than half a million might be somewhat interesting, but it hardly seemed newsworthy. Independent expenditures, whether organized by labor or business, happened all the time. Unless Kimani and Sam were hoping to make mountains out of molehills, there was nothing to report there.

He wondered if Jason’s participation in the Scarlet Auction as well as his own could hurt Uncle Gordon. The intrigue and scandal would draw attention, but, as nephews, they were a step removed from Gordon. Voters should be savvy enough to know that Gordon couldn’t control what other members of his family did. Nevertheless, the political consultant might have to take a run at the scenario.

Fuck.

Buying Kimani had come with complications he hadn’t expected. Whether she had set out to find dirt on the Lee family or she’d decided to take advantage of an opportunity that had fallen in her lap, Ben didn’t like it.

He glanced at the monitor to see that Kimani was fixed on the screen, currently depicting a scene from In the Realm of the Senses, a timeless film that seemed not the slightest bit dated though it had been made in 1976. She rubbed her thighs together.

Fuck.

She looked so hot. He couldn’t wait to sink himself, sans a condom, into her.

He headed for the playroom and threw open the door. When her gaze met his, he could see the hunger of lust in her eyes, and that turned him on as much of anything.

"Please fuck me."

Surprised, he raised his brows.

"Fuck me hard."

It was music to his ears. The hottest thing he had ever heard. His emotions ran high at her statement, half plea, half demand. He wanted nothing more than to give her what she wanted. He wanted to see her come, wanted to see her brow furrowed in passion, wanted to hear her scream out his name.

But first, he had something to take care of.

Stepping to her, he grabbed her by the jaw and lifted her chin. "You say it so well. Say it again."

Her eyes were dark pools of shiny arousal. "Fuck me hard. Master."

His cock throbbed.

"Again."

"Fuck me hard, Master."

"More. Beg like you mean it."

"Please, Master, please fuck me. Your pet needs to be fucked so badly. Please let me have your cock inside me. Please, Master!"

This was an unexpected turn of events, but good.

Releasing her jaw, he retrieved the key from his pocket and unlocked the chastity belt. The scent of her hit him hard, making the blood flow through him fast and hot. He let the belt drop to the floor and felt for her wetness.

"You're nice and ready for cock, aren't you?"

She closed her eyes as his fingers grazed her clitoris. "Yes, Master, I am."

He dipped a finger into her channel. Feeling her sodden heat, he had to take a calming breath. She moaned as he withdrew his digit. She swayed her hips, and for a while he allowed her to hump his hand. He plunged two fingers into her pussy, and easily found her swollen G-spot. Her groans grew louder. He pulled his fingers out and shoved them into her mouth. She licked and sucked.

"Good pet," he praised.

After she had cleaned off his fingers, he bent down and picked up the belt and placed it atop a dresser. Opening one of the drawers, he pulled out a vibrating egg and its accompanying controller. He slipped the remote control into his pocket, remembering that he still had the remote and shock collar that Jake had used on Claire. He didn’t rule out using the collar on Kimani, but he would wait on it for now. He had other toys at his disposal.