Finding Master Right

by Sparrow Beckett

She backed away from him toward the platform, using her legs to find it since she’d apparently remembered that she wasn’t to look away. Banner took some satisfaction in that, at least. It took a moment to arrange herself on it, knees pressed tightly together and hair falling forward to cover her breasts. He got up from his chair and approached her slowly.

  “Your ass is as charming as the rest of you. If you insult your body again in my presence, you will be punished.”

  “But it’s mine! Why shouldn’t I be able to say what I want about it?”

  Her grabbed Kate’s chin and stared into her eyes. “Because when you insult yourself, you insult my taste in women. I won’t tolerate it.” He brushed her hair back so that it stopped obscuring his view, then tapped the inside of her knee to nudge her legs farther apart. Her pussy was completely devoid of hair. Naughty girl. For a moment he slid his fingers up the inside of her thigh to test her reaction. There was no cringing back, just a nervous silence. He stopped midthigh and withdrew his hand, then hid his amusement when she exhaled heavily.

  “Do you know what this is?” he asked, holding up the collar.

  “A collar, Sir?”

  “Yes. This one is just to remind you who’s in charge today. When it’s around your neck, you are mine. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Banner fastened the collar around her neck. The amount of satisfaction he felt at seeing it there was ridiculous. Kate’s eyes glossed over, and when he ran his thumb over her lips she opened her mouth so obediently that he almost groaned aloud. How could she be this submissive and not know? He slid the tip of his thumb into her mouth, and she suckled and nipped at it. His cock throbbed with envy.

  When Banner couldn’t stand it anymore, he pulled his hand away. How she’d made that so frustrating was a mystery. It was only his thumb!

  He grabbed the chair and dragged it closer to the ottoman. “I get the impression you’re used to getting what you want right away. When you have a Dom, he’ll use you when he feels like it, or he’ll make you wait. You don’t get to pick. Some will let their submissives ask for what they want, but some expect their women to wait patiently to be noticed.”

  “So you’d walk away?” she whispered.

  “I might, to remind you of your place. It would be hard for me to do today though.”

  “And why is that?” Naked, collared, kneeling where he’d placed her, and she suddenly looked smug? Oh, the things he wanted to do to her.

  Rather than answer, he grabbed the remote and started the movie he’d cued up to watch if she hadn’t shown up.

  She sighed noisily and shifted. “Are you seriously going to watch TV right now?”

  “If you move you’ll be punished. You need to learn to do what you’re told.”

  “Oh reeeeally?” She snickered.

  “This is your last warning, Kate.” He arched a brow, waiting to see how far she would push him. “You need to watch your tone with a Dom, and especially with me.” Mischief and trepidation warred in her eyes and he waited, not willing to lay bets on which one would win.

  She settled, so he turned his gaze to the opening credits, even though his attention was on the girl. About five minutes into the movie she started to fidget. At first it was small things—a slight shift of the leg, a repositioning of the hand. It seemed like an innocent reaction to holding her position for so long. A few more minutes and she stretched her back, thrusting her breasts out at him, then tipped her head back and looked at the ceiling.

  “Is there a problem, Trouble?”

  “I’m bored.”

  “That’s not my problem. This is something you need to get used to. Right now I’m busy, so I’m not going to touch you. Exercise some patience and wait.”

  She frowned at him. “I’m not a patient person. And what if I don’t want to be touched by you?” Her voice had tripped over the word “touched.” “Maybe this was a mistake.”

  Her reaction was interesting. The word had triggered something. And why was her impatience and pouting turning him on? Typically, he had no tolerance for that in a submissive. Did she truly understand what dominance meant? He had to take a strong stance with her now, before she thought submission was a cakewalk.

  “I don’t care what you want. I might touch you later, if I feel like it.” Oh, he felt like it, alright. “You have a safeword to use if I do something you don’t want, but other than that you’ll do what I say. If you don’t want to be here, you know where the door is.”

  Kate growled in frustration. “The least you could do is let me turn around so I can watch the movie.”

  “Oh, you want to watch the movie? I’m sorry. How rude of me.” Banner suppressed his annoyance and rose to his feet. He grabbed her by the waist, ignoring her squawk of surprise, and turned her toward the flat screen. “Kneel up.” She complied, and he shoved her shoulders down until her chest and the side of her face were against the ottoman, her bottom high in the air. As an artist, the arch of her back and the curve of her ass gave him a lot to admire. As a man, it made him groan. “Stay.”

  “What? No!” She knelt up again.

  She wanted to know what things were like with him? Fine.

  In one fluid movement he was sitting on the chair, with the naughty girl dangling face down over his lap. He swatted her ass four times, finding the jiggle and her squeals sexy and distracting, but this wasn’t the time to play with her. Roughly, he put her back in position and held her there by her hair, even though she wasn’t fighting him. Her body was starting to respond submissively, which gave him a more optimistic outlook on trying to train her. He traced the well-defined handprints he’d left with the tip of his finger.

  “I said stay, Kate. Do you understand what that means?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice shook.

  “I’ll be seeing every inch of you anyway, so there’s no need to be shy. Modesty is never worth the punishment. Remember that.” He sat back in his chair and pretended to become engrossed in the movie, but really he just watched her and tried not to think about the fact that he wanted to be balls deep in her pretty pussy instead of trying to teach her obedience. She was right there—her delicate flesh exposed to him, her body at his mercy.

  Chapter 5

  What am I doing?

  She concentrated on the vague discomfort in her back, trying to ignore the fact that she barely knew this man and had her big ass, girl parts, and back . . . uh . . . hole basically in his face. He was sitting so close that sometimes she imagined she could feel his breath feather across the sensitive skin of her posterior. Or maybe it wasn’t her imagination at all.

  Please let him be watching TV. Please let him have seen so many naked girls that this is boring and he’s barely paying attention.

  “Do you have any idea how pretty your body is, Kate?” The low rumble of his voice was unexpected against the movie’s low volume.

  Kill me now.

  “You have, quite possibly, the loveliest legs I’ve ever seen.” A fingertip brushed the back of her thigh and she quivered. “Kate? I complimented one of your many assets. What do you say?”

  Ugh. No one said this was going to be a Miss Manners quiz. She should probably just say thank you, but it sounded so conceited. “My legs are a bit too long, I think. My volleyball coach said they weren’t, but I think the high school paid her to be nice to students.”

  Banner sighed. “Wrong answer.” He landed a stinging slap on her ass.

  She gasped. “Ow!”

  The burn spread across her skin as she tensed against a second blow that didn’t come. Wasn’t there some sort of rule saying he had to spread those smacks around? It felt as though he’d swatted her in the same spot as last time. She didn’t like the pain, really, but the sting was a reminder that someone had taken charge of her and he wasn’t messing around.

  She opened her mouth to complain, but when she turned her head, she saw the reproach in his eyes and let her mouth shut again. She’d save the colorful expletives for when she
was clothed and standing with her back against a wall. On a different continent.

  “Good girl. Remember that back talk will get you punished. Every time. Okay?” The stern expression he wore sent a heavier ache to her clit. Where was the incentive to be good if being bad made him look at her like that?

  “Yes, Sir.” The urge to be naughty, just to see what would happen, was strong. Her girly bits were hot and felt slick when she shifted.

  “Now, what you should have said when I complimented your legs was, ‘Thank you, Sir.’ That’s all.”

  “Thank you for saying I have nice legs, Sir.”

  “Better.” His fingertips brushed slowly upward on her thigh.

  Her body tensed. Part of her wanted to run away, or use her safeword, but a bigger part wanted to prove to Banner that he was wrong, and that she could do this.

  He went quiet. The movie babbled on in the background, and she felt the pads of his fingers awaken every inch of flesh they skimmed over. Was he testing her to see if she’d panic? She tried to ignore him, but ignoring something that felt so damn good was impossible. Softness trailed after his fingers, warm breath. Lips where fingers had been. She wanted to urge him on, but that wasn’t how this worked. Things would happen when he chose for them to happen. She let it go. Accepted.

  Or tried to. When he reached her pussy, her muscles locked. She swallowed hard. As she did, the collar moved, reminding her that this was his game, and she was only a toy. The whimper that stuttered in her throat made him chuckle quietly.

  “You can be a very good girl when you want something, can’t you.” It was a statement, not a question.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “On your questionnaire, you said that sex was something you’d consider. Is that what you want from me right now?”

  This consent thing was damn embarrassing. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Fuck.” He shifted in his seat. “Whose good girl are you?”

  Her heart was thundering so loudly it almost drowned out his words. Whose? But this was supposed to be temporary. She let her mind follow his voice down that dark path. To a place where she offered up everything inside her, and he took it without hesitation, as his right. A small feminist voice in her head told her she was weak and sick. She told that voice to go fuck itself. For now she would do this.

  “Yours,” she breathed.

  A blow landed on the back of her thigh, just below her ass cheek, and she moaned, more from pleasure than pain.

  “You may not have to call me ‘Master,’ girl, but you’ll damn well give me ‘Sir.’”

  Sir. They’d agreed on just using his name, but now she had to agree Sir was more fitting.

  His fingers slid through her telltale wetness, and he sighed appreciatively. “So ready.” Over and around his fingers slid, teasing, making her burn hotter. He tortured her clit, tapping, rubbing, pinching.

  Kate pushed her face against the ottoman and tried not to move, but her body started to follow his fingers whenever he drew away for a moment.

  Banner caught her clit between two fingers, and she wailed into the leather. “I asked you a question, Trouble. I demand a proper answer.”

  “I-I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t remember what you asked.”

  He squeezed harder and she squealed.

  “I asked you once, Kate, you’ll regret it if I have to ask you again. Whose good girl are you?” The dark seduction of his voice and the threat between her legs, his teasing, and all of the build up to today . . .

  A loud keening sound escaped her as she struggled to form words. She tried to fight her way back from the edge, but she could feel her body teetering, ready to come, impatient and hopeful.

  “I’m yours, Master!”

  Banner groaned, then rubbed his thumb over her sensitized bud. She howled, unable to stop the orgasm as pleasure overtook her. Every muscle in her body strained and protested, wanting more.

  “Bad!” He growled in her ear and slapped her pussy, setting her off a second time. She curled up in a ball, her body clutching at nothing, frustrated at being denied the hard cock she knew was just inches away.

  There was a metallic click, and something tugged at her collar. She looked up and there stood Banner, his brow low and his lip curled. Wrathful and holding the handle of a leash. He tugged, and she lurched to her feet.

  “Come with me.”

  She trailed after him, stumbling to keep up, the friction of her legs against her naked sex making her come again as they walked. If he noticed, he didn’t care, and she struggled to keep her balance as her body reveled in what he’d done.

  But why was he so mad?

  Oh shit. She’d read something about this.

  “Please, Sir, I didn’t mean to come.” Tears welled in her eyes and one spilled over. Things had been going so well, but she’d ruined it. How was she supposed to stop herself from coming, though? Sometimes it was easy enough, but he didn’t know what it had been like for her. She hadn’t had sex in almost a year, and masturbating couldn’t hold a candle to this.

  Orgasm aftershocks pulsed through her as he dragged her down the hall. One big hand banded her wrist and didn’t let go after she’d tripped and almost gone down.

  Why was this so hot? Even the rough march down the hallway was turning her on. His proprietary grip on her wrist, his irritated gaze, knowing he was probably going to punish her for coming. Especially knowing he was going to punish her for coming. She shouldn’t like this, right? Books said some women were into it, but she’d never guessed she’d be one of them. And yet, the meaner he got the hotter it made her.

  Banner turned out of the hall into a bedroom that was just as old-fashioned as the rest of the house she’d seen. A large four-poster bed with thick metal beams dominated the space, but the room was large enough that it didn’t feel crowded.

  Her captor stopped and dropped her wrist, but he still held the end of her leash in one of his monster-sized hands. The anger hadn’t left his face, and he shook slightly.

  Kate cowered back, stopping when she reached the end of the chain.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was going to happen until it was too late to stop. Sir.”

  For a moment, he only stared at her, then he squeezed the bridge of his nose and tipped his head back.

  “You called me Master.” His voice was hoarse, tense. “I’m sorry. You surprised me.”

  Kate searched her mind, remembering him badgering her for something. Then she recalled what had accidentally slipped out.

  “Is that why you’re angry? It was a mistake. I got my words all confused, but in my defense I was about to . . .” She made a hand gesture that she hoped would be sufficient. “I thought you were mad that I . . . finished without permission.”

  “I’m not mad at you. I noticed you got off, but I can’t really do anything about that. I forgot to tell you to ask first, so I can’t punish you.”

  Relieved she hadn’t upset him, she ran a finger over a few cold links of the chain that connected them, and she watched his face. His gaze was on her fingers. “What would you do to me if I was your slave and I came without permission?”

  “I don’t think you want to know that, Kate.” His eyes became hooded. “I’m a sadist.”

  Curious, she stepped closer. “Would you do something really bad?”

  “I’d cane your pussy.”

  She gasped, and he wrapped the chain around his hand and tugged her closer. “I just can’t believe how out of control you make me feel. I’m supposed to be a responsible adult here.”

  Fear mixed with excitement, making her belly flutter. “What do I make you want to do?”

  Banner’s eyes narrowed, dark and ominous. “Hurt you, control you. Make you come.”

  She ran her tongue over the back of her teeth. Her throat was dry. A sarcastic comeback eluded her. Finally, she settled for straight forward, feeling like Oliver Twist.

  “Please, Sir.”

  Again he tugged on the chain, reeling her in, then hoo
king a finger under the collar, making it just a bit too tight. “Please?”

  “Yes.”

  He brushed his lips against hers. “Use your words, girl. Tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you if you can have it. What do you want? For me to let you go? To go home?”

  Kate tried to kiss him, but he held her in place by the collar, their lips barely touching.

  “Answer me now.”

  Embarrassed, she let her gaze wander. “I want all of the things you said. I want you to control me . . .” She couldn’t say the rest. Pain didn’t normally entice her, but right now, maybe she wanted that too.

  “You don’t want to come?”

  She didn’t just want to come. Jeez. How did a nice girl just come out and tell a guy she wanted hot, nasty sex?

  “I—I do, but not like before. Uh . . . Sir.” Ugh. Real smooth, Kate. After that sexy proposition, how could he possibly resist?

  His low chuckle sounded evil at the core. “So you don’t want to come that way? Would you prefer I take you to my dungeon and hang you from your ankles?”

  She frowned at him and made a sound of annoyance. “Banner, you know what I mean. You didn’t bring me in here without being pretty sure what I wanted. Quit being difficult.”

  “Mind that mouth of yours, or I’ll put you over my knee again.”

  She could feel him watching with interest as she averted her gaze. Did she want another spanking? Damn. She didn’t know what she wanted anymore.

  Motion caught her attention. One-handed, he yanked his T-shirt off.

  For a moment, the breadth of his chest and the ripple of his muscles baffled her. No wonder he could manhandle her as if she were a rag doll. She wasn’t exactly tiny.

  “Are you okay?” He chuckled, and with difficulty she moved her gaze back up to his face.

  “Sorry, Sir. I was just surprised.”

  “You hadn’t considered that I might have a chest under my shirt?” He smiled, obviously aware she was admiring his build. At least he wasn’t flexing or showing off.

  “I did, Sir. I just didn’t know my imagination was so conservative.”

  “Come here.” He led her to the bed, where he sat on the edge.