The Banker (Banker 1)

“And I like sleep first thing in the morning. Don’t wake me up.”

“I’ll try not to. But the orgasm might.”

I shoved my leg behind me and kicked him.

He chuckled like it didn’t bother him at all. “Good night, baby.”

“Good night, asshole.”

He made good on his word the following morning. I was on my stomach, so he moved on top of me and fucked me in the prone position. The second his large cock was deep inside me, I was wide awake.

But I didn’t complain.

He fucked me hard and fast because he didn’t have all the time in the world. It was a quickie on overtime. He ground me into the sheets and made me come before he released inside me. “Have a good day.” He pulled out of me and hopped in the shower.

God, he was such an asshole. He fucked me when I was dead asleep and then used my shower when he was finished. Total prick.

By the time he got out of the shower, I was wide awake and unable to go back to sleep—even though it was six in the morning. I was never awake before half past seven. I put on a pot of coffee and sat in the living room in my robe.

He came downstairs minutes later, dressed in the same clothes he wore yesterday but still looking like a million bucks. “Came to see me off?”

All I gave him was a glare.

He grinned, as if my anger didn’t bother him in the least. “I’ll be back tonight. Don’t expect me to knock.” He headed to the door.

I jumped up and followed him. “That’s not how this works. You don’t just come by whenever you want.”

“What? Do you have plans?”

“No, but—”

“Then I’ll see you later.” He leaned down and kissed me on the corner of my mouth.

“Cato, you don’t own me the way you own everyone else.”

He turned back around, his playfulness gone and his intensity bright. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby. I do own you. I’ve owned you since the moment you whispered my name and came around my dick. I’ve owned you since the moment I came inside you. You’re my lady, and I come and go as I please.” He held my gaze and dared me to defy him.

I was so pissed I couldn’t think. So I slapped him hard across the face.

He jerked with the hit, and instead of displaying a fiery glare, he turned back to me like he’d never wanted me more. He calmly pulled his phone out of his pocket and made a call, his eyes glued to mine.

I had no idea what was going on.

“Push my meeting back to one.” He hung up and shoved the phone back into his pocket.

I knew something was about to go down. I was actually a little afraid.

He took a step closer to me and pulled his shirt over his head.

I stepped back.

He yanked his belt out of his jeans and slid it through his hands.

What the hell was he going to do?

He suddenly grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me to the couch.

My natural instinct was to fight—but that didn’t get me anywhere.

He forced me onto my stomach and tied my hands together at the small of my back with the belt.

“Cato, get off me.” I threw my hips up to buck him off.

“No.” He dropped his pants and boxers then yanked my robe up.

“I mean it.”

“As do I.” His heavy body moved on top of mine, and he shoved himself inside me violently, getting his girth within me in one swift move. He grabbed my hair and yanked me back, forcing me to curve my spine and look up at the ceiling.

Then he fucked me so hard.

My body shifted with the movement, but I couldn’t rest my neck because of the way he’d positioned me. He fucked me like I was a whore he’d paid for. Treated me like I was just pussy for cash.

And it felt so good.

“I. Own. You.” He pounded me so hard that my clit ached against the cushions. “Say it.”

As much as I enjoyed being fucked like this, I refused. “No one owns me.”

His dick was so thick inside me, about to burst because he hated and loved my defiance. With the endurance of an athlete, he kept going. He kept fucking me like he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted.

I felt the climax begin. I didn’t want to give in to the pleasure. That only made him the winner. But it was impossible to fight. I could feel it, could anticipate how good it would feel.

Then he stopped. “Say it.”

That was when I realized what he was doing. This was his torture. I would be in this state forever until he allowed me to release—and only with my obedience.