Finding Master Right (17 page)

Silence spread between them, and Kate chewed on her thumb, the edges of her teeth leaving indentations on its pad. How could she make even that sexy?

So, was she walking out or submitting? He’d never been big on ultimatums, but this thing between them was seriously fucked up. There was something about her that he found completely irresistible, but there were certain things that didn’t work for him—like handing over his power to someone else.

Instead of giving him an answer, she popped her finger into her smirking mouth, then trailed her hand down between her breasts to her mons. She slid her fingers between her legs and started to play with her clit.

Fucking little brat.

He lunged for her, and she bolted from the room, shrieking with laughter. Some predatory instinct tore at him. Obviously, she wanted him to chase her. Between his hard-on and the adrenaline coursing through him this might not be pretty. Any self-respecting Dom would have ignored this behavior and sat in the room until she got bored and came back looking for him, but the idea of hunting through his house for a naked, horny girl was too interesting to ignore.

He pulled off his shoes and socks and stalked up the stairs, avoiding boards that squeaked.

“I’m assuming you want me to find you and fuck you, Kate.” His voice boomed through the house. “If that’s not what you want, come out now, and we’ll forget this happened.”

A laugh bounced through the corridor, but it echoed and was hard to tell which direction it came from.

“If you catch me you can do anything you want.”

Fuck, I’m going to make her regret saying that.

Had that laughter come from upstairs? First things first. He went up to his room, grabbed a condom out of his drawer, and stuck it in his pocket.

The upstairs hall was silent. He stood very still, listening, wondering how many closets he’d have to search before he found her.

The guest room nearest his looked empty, but he checked under the bed, behind the door, in the closet. Nothing in the upstairs sitting room, or the rooms that were usually used by Rook, Ambrose or Konstantin when they stayed over.

Had she grabbed her clothes and left the house?

His breathing was loud in his ears, and his heart hammered. He’d never had a girl run from him before. Instead of being annoyed, the hunt turned him on.

There was something very primal about hunting for a girl to fuck.

A noise came from downstairs, and he took the steps three at a time, skidding to a halt by the front door.

Girl.

Kate ran into the living room, knocking over a magazine rack. He followed her slowly, knowing there was no other way out. Her back was to the far wall, and her gaze flew around the room, looking for an escape route. Leisurely, he strolled toward her, feinting once when she dodged to the side, as if she were going to make a break for it. The heaving of her chest drew his attention to her breasts. At the last second she tried to get around him, and he slammed her back against the wall with just enough force to surprise her.

He pressed against her and slid a hand from her waist up to cup her breast, tugging at the nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Kate was quivering as though her instincts were telling her to run. She didn’t.

“That wasn’t fair. You know the house, and I don’t.”

“You said if I caught you. You didn’t say it had to be fair.”

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, eyes gleaming.

“Whatever I want, apparently. It was your idea.” He lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers. Kate clamped her lips shut, and she tried to turn her face away, but he grabbed her jaw to hold her still. She tried to push him away, but he pressed his knee up between her legs. She moaned, as he’d hoped. Her mouth fell open, and he kissed her with all of the suppressed arousal he was having trouble containing. He pressed his knee up harder, almost lifting her off the floor. Without much urging, she kissed him back, her mouth moving hungrily under his.

When he stopped, she bit his lip.

Banner recoiled. “Fuck!”

The girl gave him a long, worried look, then ran into the hall. Did she surprise herself as much as she’d surprised him?

He went after her and found her standing at the other end of the hall, looking for somewhere to hide. The bite had rattled her.

Their gazes locked. She squeaked and bolted into the kitchen, her tits bouncing and her cheeks flushed. Banner headed for the dining room, assuming she’d try using the other door to get out of the kitchen, rather than coming back into the hall.

Nothing in the dining room, and he pushed through the swinging door into the kitchen, but it looked empty too. Had she tricked him and gone back out into the hall? He stood still, listening hard.

Over the sound of his own breath and the thumping of his pulse in his ears, he heard a scrape. Making his steps purposely heavy, he walked around the breakfast bar. He heard her whimper before he saw her, crouched beneath the bar, between one of the tall chairs and the wall.

Kate’s eyes were wide, her hair wild. The spoils of war.

“Come out.” He extended his hand, willing to let the game end now before he scared her.

She tucked farther into the corner and shook her head, looking fearful.

“Come on, Kate. Did you forget your safeword?”

“No.” Her eyebrow quirked. “Are you man enough to make me use it?”

The verbal part of his brain shorted out. He shoved the chair out of the way, not caring when it fell over and banged onto the floor.

Kate laughed and pushed him away, then squealed when he grabbed her wrist and hauled her out from under the narrow table.

“No!” She fought, kicking him in the shin and digging her nails into his hand, trying to pry his grip open.

He wrestled her into the middle of the tiled floor, then pushed her down on her knees. While grabbing her hair with one hand, he unzipped his pants and fished out his painfully hard cock. She clamped her lips shut and tried to turn away, but he pressed down on her chin and her mouth opened involuntarily. Before she could recover, he shoved his dick partway into her mouth.

“Bite me, and I’ll beat your ass.”

She whimpered but started to suck, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock and making him wish he had something to keep him upright. He kept a tight hold on her hair, directing her movements, using her mouth.

Kate watched him when she could, her eyes glassy and tame, looking at him adoringly, as though he was her lord and master. Oh, to have this woman as his own little slave. He panted, trying to hold back, and finally made her stop when he was about to come.

He pushed her onto her back, then straddled her waist. Beneath him, she seemed to wake again. She struggled and bucked.

Banner fought to catch her wrists, then pinned them to the floor. He slid on top of her and wedged his knee between her legs, even though she struggled to keep them closed.

Pausing, he looked down at her, his eyes narrowed. “What’s your safeword?”

“It’s wombat.” Panting, she tried to shove him off.

There was a strong temptation to take her there and then, but the tile was starting to hurt his knees. He could only imagine how sore the back of her head was.

Banner pulled her up and dragged her out of the kitchen and down the hall, trying to decide where he wanted her, other than right that second on the floor. He wasn’t a teenage boy. He could wait another few minutes. Maybe.

The nearest bedroom was a guest room he hardly ever used, seeing as how it was central and didn’t provide much privacy. Not an issue in an empty house. She was struggling, but not hard enough to give him the impression she wanted to get away. She just didn’t want to lose.

He picked her up and threw her on the bed, not trying to make it sexy or graceful. Kate landed sprawled out, and he was on her in an instant. She wrestled with him, but he managed to pin her bent legs upward and out of his way.

“What are you doing?” she whined.

“Seeing if you taste as sexy as you look.” He slid down, his shoulders holding her legs apart, and holding her hands so she couldn’t fight him off. The gentle breath he blew across her sex made her squeal.

Her clit poked shyly from its hiding place and the seam of her sex was spread open to him, wet and ready. He started slowly, barely brushing his mouth against her.

“Banner, no. I can’t. Please, just fuck me.”

“You can’t, what?” he growled, but paused to see if she was going to use her safeword.

“Please, I’m not going to last. Let me go.” She was trying to get away, but also looking down at him with a desire that made him want to see how hard he could make her come.

“Stay still and let me.” He bit her thigh, and she gasped.

“But I don’t like this, Sir.”

A challenge. “No? What makes you say that?”

She shrugged, averting her gaze.

“When was the last time someone went down on you?”

“High school.”

“Maybe you’ve changed your mind since then.” Hopefully, she thought he had more skill than a teenage boy. “Is this a hard limit for you?”

“No, Sir,” she whispered after a long pause.

Banner leaned in again, kissing the inside of her thigh, working his way up, skipping over her sex and leaving another trail of kisses down her other thigh. He traveled the same route again, this time nipping her gently. When he got to her pussy and skipped over it, her hips came up off the mattress, silently asking for what she thought she didn’t want. Rather than rush, he licked and nipped along one of her labia, then the other. She started to relax and he released her hands.

The movement of her hips encouraged him. She moaned under her breath and gasped when he bit. “What’s the matter, Kate?”

A whine of frustration escaped her, and he smiled.

“More?”

“No, it’s okay. You can stop.” Her body told a different tale, tilting toward him, seeking his mouth. It sounded as though she was letting him off the hook.

“I’m not done.”

Although she made a quiet sound of distress, she didn’t say anything about Australian marsupials.

Leisurely, he slid his tongue over the sensitive skin around her clit, circling tighter, until he flicked his tongue directly across it. Kate froze, soundless. He skimmed a finger along her entrance and found her wet, hot, ready. With gentle dabs and flicks he assaulted her clit as he slid his finger deep inside her. She shrieked, and her hips bucked. Wrapping the arm that supported him around her thigh, he held her in place and continued. Between finger fucking her and his oral assault, her noises became higher pitched, frantic. Her muscles tightened, ready to come, and he stopped.

“Noooo!”

“What?” He smiled, but was aroused by her harried expression, flushed skin, and the way she squirmed under him.

“Please, Sir. I need more.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Please!”

He started again, teasing, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, only to stop.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she shrieked. She tried to wriggle away, and he laughed.

“Where are you going? I’m not done.”

“Please, Sir, just let me finish. I’ll do it myself. I don’t care. You don’t have t . . .”

He caught her clit between his lips and suckled it gently as he wedged another finger into her tightness. Kate gurgled something unintelligible. Crushed against the bed, his cock throbbed. Even if he came in his pants it would still be worth it to have her lose this much control to him. God, he wanted to be inside her, but exerting his dominance over her was far more pressing. Alone, he could rub one out if need be, but this feeling he could get only from a submissive. And right then he only wanted it from her.

Banner tortured her, waiting for the word he wanted to hear. It wasn’t her safeword. He was an evil bastard.

When he stopped again, she lost all control—every last hint of it. She howled, tears tracking down her face.

“Shh . . . poor thing.” He stroked her thigh as she writhed beneath him.

“Please. Please, Master. Anything. Please . . .” Her words were barely coherent between her sobs.

“Please, what?”

“Please, I need to come. Please fuck me, Master.”

The word pinballed through his mind, hitting places he hadn’t realized suffered from neglect. A fierce possessiveness rolled in, and he consumed her with his gaze. Small, helpless, wanting. Only he could fix this for her. Only he could make it better.

“Are you sure you want me to fuck you, slave? You said you didn’t want me to. Now I’m not sure what to do.” He knelt up, dragged the condom out of his pocket, then rolled it on, ready to walk away if she asked him to. If she rejected him now, he might implode, but that wasn’t her problem.

She was crying now, pulling on his wrists and trying to wrap her legs around him. “I was lying. Just fuck me, and you can beat me for lying later. Please!”

“Spread your legs for me. Show me what’s mine.”

She opened wider, trying so hard to be a good girl for him.

He reached under her and grabbed two handfuls of her ass and dragged her up onto his lap until she was almost upside down. At the first touch of his cock to her entrance, she arched toward him, pushing off the bed with her hands, trying to impale herself.

Without meaning to go so fast, he sank his cock into her wetness, both of them more desperate than good technique allowed for. The girl was tight, drenched, and clutching around his cock, which was twitching in time with his pulse. He rammed into her, controlling her movements to please himself, using her the way her body needed to be used. She tensed in his arms, a keening wail gathering in her throat. Even if he was the meanest bastard alive he couldn’t have stopped her this time.

Her high-pitched cry split his ears as her cunt clamped down on him. Control . . . He had to wait. As mind-blowing as this was he didn’t want to get off too soon. He bit down on the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder.

“Fuck! Fuck!” She gasped. Her body rippled around him. More nonsensical words poured from her mouth, laced with strings of profanity.

Banner pulled her off his cock and flipped her over.