She had no interest in leaving.
“I thought we could talk about who you thought was the most appropriate choice for me before I leave.” Asking for sex seemed a bit forward.
His expression hardened. “Take off your dress and wait for me in the dungeon.”
Shit. Was he angry?
He frowned at her and she fled to the basement before he decided she needed to be punished.
When she got to the dungeon, she pulled off her dress and folded it before laying it aside. Her heart was hammering. What was he going to do to her?
For that matter, he’d said wait, but did that mean in a specific place or position?
Kneeling was probably the best bet, but where? On the bed seemed presumptuous. That left the coffee table or the floor. How bad did she want him to use her? She knelt on the floor, hands behind her head and knees as far apart as she could manage.
She waited. In the dungeon there was no way to tell the passage of time, but it felt like at least ten minutes, or maybe days, had passed. Her knees were starting to ache on the hard floor, and although she considered getting up, she fought through her discomfort on the off chance that her patience would please him. She was cold, but she didn’t know if it was the temperature of the room or just her nerves.
He prowled in wearing jeans and nothing else, and she couldn’t help but gawk at his thickly muscled chest and arms. She got the feeling she’d be seeing the real him tonight. No more games. No more training.
Not a word of praise or thanks passed his lips for her obedience. Slaves were expected to kneel, to wait. That was becoming clear. He opened a cabinet and the array of implements it held stunned her. Flogger, crop, cane, whip, paddle—she knew those. There were other unpleasant-looking things that were a mystery. Now that he could do what he wanted to her, what would he do?
Fear and anticipation coursed through her, and she felt dizzy. Calm down, Kate, fainting isn’t sexy.
“My knees are getting sore. Are you going to leave me here all night?” The words were out before she could review them.
The smile he turned on her was terrifying.
“Impolite girls don’t get treated politely.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her to her feet, then made her hunch over before he walked her to the bed. “You’re used to being in charge, Kate, but tonight that’s not going to happen. Tonight I’ll do what I want, and you’ll thank me for it. Understood?” She grunted from the discomfort, and he must have taken it for agreement, because he resumed his lecture. “While you’re with me, you’re my toy—a thing for me to play with. If you want to be treated like a good girl, you need to act like one. Sassing will get you in a world of trouble.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You will be.”
His words were quiet, but the discipline they implied made her crazily hot.
“Kneel there.” He let go of her and pointed to the middle of the bed. Shaking with anticipation, she crawled there, then knelt.
What was her safeword again?
She craned her neck, trying to see what he was doing.
“Lie down.”
Just like that? No kissing her and seducing her into sex?
“On my stomach?”
Banner moved into view with two pillows, which he piled in front of her thighs before draping her over them. Exposed.
He went away and came back with rope.
“What are you going to do with that, Sir?”
Banner didn’t reply.
Dumb question. Point taken.
Faster than she would have thought possible, he had her tied spread-eagle to the bed. The sensation of the rope on her wrists and ankles and the feeling of being trapped were both working for her. She struggled, but nothing felt like it would give. Banner loomed over her, and she sucked in a breath.
“What do you think you deserve?”
“For being a tease tonight? I don’t know, Sir. Probably the same thing you do.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Idiot. Not a good time to sass.
“I was being a tease?”
“Um, yes?”
Did he seriously think that making her kneel and feeding her from his hand would have no effect? And what about the situation in the hallway upstairs? She hadn’t started that.
He slipped something between her pussy and the bed. She couldn’t see around herself to find out what he was up to. There was a click and a low buzzing started between her legs. Banner twisted the thing back and forth until it was pressed directly against her clit.
“Mmm.” She squirmed against it, but it wasn’t going fast enough to be anything more than a frustration. Still, as turned on as she was it might not take long.
“Teasing me after ending things wasn’t very nice.”
From her peripheral vision, she spotted him holding a cane. Where had that come from? She groaned.
“No, it wasn’t, Sir. I just can’t seem to help it when I’m around you. That’s why it’s probably better that we make a clean break after this.”
He rapped her ass with the cane and a fiery streak dashed across her skin.
“Ow! Fucker!”
Another blow landed, and she squealed and squirmed, but the ropes held her in place. He caressed her ass and her pussy with the cane, the wood hard, cold, and impersonal. She ground against the vibrator, wishing he’d set it higher.
“Watch your mouth, or this is going to get more unpleasant than it has to be.” The growled command near her ear made her whimper. She needed to come so bad.
Three more strikes with the wicked thing and her throat was thick, her eyes welling. Her ass felt blistered.
“Stop! Please!” She sobbed. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I won’t. It was mean of me, but I like you too much and it makes me do stupid things.”
“Do you?” He walked around the bed, thumping the cane absently in his hand. “So, if you like me so much, why did you end our arrangement?”
He grabbed a handful of her sore ass and squeezed, making her grunt from the pain.
“You scare me, Sir. I’ve seen sex slaves, and I don’t want to be like that. I don’t wait by the door like some brainless sex toy, just hoping for the chance to lick your boots. I don’t want to grovel at your feet for the rest of my life.”
Banner bit her ass in multiple places, making her squeak.
“You’re too good for the orgasms I give you?” He brushed a finger over her back hole, and she clenched hard and tried to squirm away.
She gasped and struggled, then stayed still, hoping he’d lose interest.
Was there even a good answer to that question? “I love having sex with you, Sir. That’s not the issue. I—” Her words stalled in her mouth. The finger that ran over her anus was damp and slippery now. How, she wasn’t sure, but it didn’t bode well.
“But?” The tip of his finger was trying to wiggle its way in, but she clenched harder to keep him out.
“No, no,” she begged as she felt him broach her back entrance. He pressed the vibe harder against her clit, and it distracted her enough to let him slip in further. Should she use her safeword?
He crawled up onto the bed and positioned himself between her thighs.
“Please, you can’t! I’m not ready. You’ll hurt me.”
“Shh, it’s just my finger. You can manage that.”
She moaned at the weird sensations he was forcing on her. It burned and ached and made her feel violated, but also turned her on so bad. “It’s big, and I don’t like it.”
“Mmhmm.” He didn’t sound as though he believed her. “Just a little more and I’ll give you what you need. You can take this for me, can’t you?”
Fuuuuuuuck. If he kept talking to her like that she’d do anything. She felt something give way and he slid his finger deeper, wiggling it in ways that made her toes curl.
It withdrew partway, and his cock slid back and forth through the slickness of her pussy. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re so wet for me. You love when I play with your ass, don’t you?”