Finding Master Right (30 page)

“You fucking dick,” Ambrose growled.

Banner watched him, rubbing at a quickly bruising spot on his jaw.

“That was for Kate.” Ambrose shook his head. He picked up the end of Kate’s leash and handed it to Banner. “If you ever do this to her again, I’ll strangle you, myself.”

What?

Banner looked down at the leash in his hand, then back at Ambrose.

“What are you doing? I don’t understand.”

“How am I friends with such an idiot?” Ambrose rolled his eyes, which looked funny on such a brute of a man. “I just spent the past several weeks training her, to show you that you were wrong about her and what she wanted. If you don’t want her back just say the word. I’ve been aching to fuck her since you gave her to me, but I knew you’d never forgive me if I did.”

What?

He’d been saving her for Banner, not rejecting her? Anger tried to surface, but she was also relieved. So many thoughts and questions swirled in her mind that she had no idea how to feel about any of it.

Banner seemed to be having trouble following the conversation too. “So you’re telling me you just kept her for me? You haven’t fucked her?”

“I hadn’t even kissed her until tonight. Do you have any idea what a crime against humanity this has been?” Ambrose turned and eyed her appreciatively. “A month of cold showers was cruel and unusual punishment.”

Ambrose turned back to Banner. “But if you don’t want her, by all means, get the fuck out of my house. I have a long list of depraved things I mean to do to her.”

As Kate watched, Banner seemed to grow a foot taller and sprout fangs and horns.

“Get out,” Banner growled.

“You’re kicking me out of the room?” Ambrose said in mock disapproval. “This is my house. You’re not even going to let me watch?”

“Out!” Banner bellowed.

Ambrose laughed loudly. “So does this mean you want her back, then? Because I have some ginger in the fridge with her name on it . . .”

Banner gave him a shove toward the door, then grabbed the other man in a bear hug.

“Yeah, I love you, too, asshat. Now let go of me. Your hard-on is weirding me out.” Ambrose pushed him away and started to pull the door closed behind him.

Down the hall, Konstantin was issuing stern commands in Russian, but as the door clicked shut all Kate could hear was the blood rushing in her ears.

When Banner turned back to her, she was pretty sure the fangs were still there.

“Did you know?”

“What? That he didn’t like me like that?” Kate asked, not sure she liked the look in his eye.

“Oh, he likes you like that. If I called him back in here he’d agree to double-team you in a heartbeat.” Banner’s smile was grim. “I’d offer you the chance to try DP, but if he ever touches you again, I’ll break his legs.”

“What’s DP?”

Banner blinked at her, then grinned. “Bless your innocent heart. Well, my dear, that’s when two men take their dicks and . . .”

She put her hands over her ears, afraid of what he’d say next. His mouth kept moving, but she hummed so she didn’t hear him.

When he started to laugh she took a chance and let go of her ears.

“No?” He sat on the edge of the bed and dragged her onto his lap, burying his face in her hair and inhaling. “Mmm. You smell so sexy. You’re lucky he didn’t give you back at the beginning of the party, or I would have fucked you in the middle of the kitchen.”

“I can’t believe I was begging you to.” She covered her face with her hands. There had to have been seven or eight people in the room, looking at her naked body and listening to her beg for Banner to fuck her. So slutty. “Sexually empowered” was the appropriate terminology, but in this instance she was having trouble feeling that enlightened about things. She poked around in her head, wondering if sub drop was setting in, but this time it seemed less serious.

Banner held her quietly for a few minutes, gripping her so tight that she wondered if he was going to crack one of her ribs.

“So, after all that, do you want me, too, or do you wish I’d left you with Ambrose? Or maybe you don’t want either of us? It’s your choice.”

She feigned shock. “What? I get a say? And here I thought I didn’t get an opinion, just a safeword.”

Banner kissed her, then, possessively claiming her mouth. When she was breathless he pulled back.

“Of course you get a choice. Just say the word, and I’ll let you go. I’ll call a cab or drive you home myself.” He shifted under her, and she felt his dick prodding at her bottom from through the leather pants.

“You’d make me go home, after I begged so nicely?”

“What did you beg me for? It’s been a long night. You need to refresh my memory.”

“Jeez, you must be getting old. You might want to have your memory checked,” she teased, burying her hands in his thick dark hair and giving it a playful tug.

His expression turned dangerous. “Hmm . . . I remember something about ‘Master, I’ve been a bad girl. Will you please fuck my ass?’ Does that sound about right?”

Kate gasped and struggled to get off his lap, but he picked her up and shoved her facedown on the bed.

She tried to scramble away, but he pinned her beneath him and ground his pelvis against her bottom.

A hand wriggled under her and found her clit, and soon she was moaning and pressing back against his thrusts, the leather caressing her ass. He knelt up and struggled out of his pants, then pinned her back down again, now with his dick nestled between her ass cheeks. The sensation of his rigid cock sliding against her back hole when she was already so damn hot for him made her ridiculously horny. And scared.

Banner held her down with one hand and yanked open the bedside table. He pulled out some rope and several small packets.

“What’s that?” She whimpered.

“Rope.”

“Noooo . . . no more rope. I’ll be good.” Her wrists were still raw from earlier.

“And you’ll let me do what I want without having to tie you down?”

She froze. Who knew what he had in mind?

He saw her hesitation. “You have a safeword, Trouble.”

Relieved, she bit her lip and nodded. She was so frustrated she was ready to do anything he asked anyway.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.”

Her mouth fell open. “You should forget you ever heard me admit that.” Was no part of her brain a mystery to this man? It hardly seemed fair.

He allowed her to roll onto her back and cooperated when she pulled one of his huge hands to encircle her throat.

“Oh, you like this, do you?” He squeezed gently, and her already hot girly bits got heavy and full. Her clit twinged, begging for attention.

When she licked her finger Banner’s eyes glazed over. She let her hand creep down between her legs, and she circled her clit. This time she didn’t need to close her eyes to see him above her. Her finger slipped over her hard bud, and she shuddered. She’d been so frustrated for so long, and now here he was playing into her fantasies. Banner had her by the neck and his other hand was skimming along her body, sensitizing every part he could reach, pinching cruelly at her nipples when she started getting too close to coming.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped when he yanked her hand away from her pussy and held her wrists so she couldn’t finish. “Please, Banner? Don’t leave me like this.”

“On your front. Ass in the air.” His voice was hoarse, and she didn’t think he was faring any better than she was.

She turned over and presented, and as a reward he let her touch herself again. As she got closer to orgasm again, he ran his hand over her bottom, dipping his fingers into the crease of her ass. Why did everything he did feel so good?

The first time he skimmed his finger over her back hole, she jumped and tried to squirm away, but he grabbed her hip and forced her to stay in place as he did it again. She closed her eyes and let it happen, and when she reopened them she realized there were small packages of lube on the bed.

Noooooooo.

One of his big fingers prodded at her backside, and she heard the sound of packaging just before a cold, slick dribble slid down the crack of her ass. His finger caught it and spread it around, and he didn’t seem to care how much she tried to avoid penetration. He held her in place, and slowly he fucked the tip of his finger into her poor bottom.

Her hand stilled on her clit, and she held her breath. He tore open another packet of lube and slicked the tip of his finger more before coaxing it all the way in. Staying very still, she could feel his every tiny movement. She moaned low, sounding tortured even to her own ears. It felt too weird, but the way he was humming in satisfaction said this wasn’t the last of it. He finger fucked her ass until it didn’t feel so tight and awful.

“It’s just one finger, little slave. I’m going to add another one now.”

“No, no, Banner. Please. Another day, okay? I’ll let you do it another day. Not today.”

“‘No’ and ‘another day’ aren’t your safewords.” He chuckled, then paused. She didn’t reply. “I’ve been wanting this sexy ass of yours since I met you. I didn’t fuck you here because I thought I’d let your future Dom have the honor. Now that you’re mine, I don’t need to deny myself anymore.”

His words and their meaning blurred in her head, too heavy to process now. Another slick finger tried to gain entrance. This time she didn’t attempt to talk him out of it, because she assumed her body would simply refuse. Unfortunately, he was very convincing, and she hissed and swore through the burn of his second finger sinking into her.

“Please, Master.” She choked, gasped, tried to escape him.

Instead of giving in, he dragged her hips to the edge of the bed, added lube, and stretched her poor, suffering anus more.

Why had she wanted him back again?

“I think you’re ready now, but it’s still going to be uncomfortable. Do you remember your safeword?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied miserably.

“Do you want to use your safeword now? I won’t be upset.” He sounded sincere, but the truth was, she was more than a little curious. The first time he’d touched her there, it had blown her mind. She might have developed a fixation with the idea. She just hated having to admit it.

“No. You can . . . try if you want to.” There. That made it about him. “But if it hurts too much?”

“You’ll tell me, and I’ll stop.”

“O-okay.”

Banner stroked her skin as though he were comforting a skittish animal. The tip of his well-lubed dick slid back and forth over her ass, and then he pressed the tip inward with firm but gentle intention. The burning stretch of it felt impossible, but she couldn’t escape him.

“No, Master. I don’t like it.” She whined, and he stilled.

“Wombat?”

Was she giving up? Apparently, this could be amazing. “No, Master.”

“Shh. Relax your body, sweet girl. It’ll be better when I’m all the way in. Try to focus on letting me in, okay?”

She doubted that was true, but she’d gotten this far, so she wasn’t going to give up now. Inch by inch he fought his way in, adding lube and starting again when necessary. Finally, she felt his thighs touch the back of hers.

Banner arched protectively around her, holding her to him. She sniffled, sobbed, felt like her body was being invaded.

“I know, that wasn’t very fun, was it? But you were such a good girl for me.” He groaned in her ear, and it made her shiver. His cock twitched in her ass, and it felt a hundred times bigger than it already was.

“Not fun at all.” She was too afraid to move.

A hand slid between her thigh and the bed, seeking out her clit. Still sensitive from being kept so close to orgasm, she moaned and squirmed despite herself. Banner withdrew a tiny bit, then pressed back in, circling her hardened nub with cruel and persistent fingers. He’d made her move, damn him, and soon the fullness and burning soreness was stoking the banked fire in her belly.

It seemed impossible, but slowly his huge cock fucked her ass, claiming the last bit of her as his own. Aching, she writhed and babbled beneath him. He toyed with her clit, his touch gentle and teasing, a horrible counterpoint to the unbearably hard cock inside her. Pressure built in her pussy and bottom until she was a throbbing mass of sensation. Ache and ecstasy distracted each other—blended until her body clamped down on his cock. The orgasm rushed her, intense and stupefying. Her own hoarse screams deafened her.

“Fuck!” Banner’s voice was thick and pained. He panted, sounding as though he was trying to control himself.

Sore as she was, she squeezed his cock, trying to slow him down, but accidentally triggering her second orgasm. The movement of his hips became uncoordinated and with a desperate yowl, he came, his dick pulsing inside her and his fingers digging painfully into her clit.

Her third orgasm caught her by surprise. Unlike the others, this one was a total bitch and made everything throb painfully.

By the time she was coherent enough to realize that Banner had collapsed on top of her, she also heard applause coming from down the hall. She buried her face in the now sweaty bedding, feeling a stinging blush creep up her chest.

“Don’t worry. It’s tradition, little slave.” He peeled her hair away where it was stuck and kissed the back of her neck.

Her heart fluttered. How could he sound romantic when his cock was still buried in her ass? “Tomorrow when we see them, no one will mention hearing anything.”

Slowly, gently, he slid out of her, giving her body time to adjust to his withdrawal. He groaned.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” She looked back at him, and he was grinning at her.

“That . . . that blew my mind. Are you okay?” He stroked her ass, examined her, then patted her as if he approved of something.

“I don’t know.” She sniffled. “I feel like my new Dom should buy me a pony or something, although I have no desire to sit on anything ever again.”

“You’re not bleeding or anything, so you’re good to go again anytime.” Banner went into the attached bathroom and washed his hands and did whatever else guys did postsex.

She rolled onto her side, whining as all of her muscles protested. Her ass ached, and her clit felt as though he’d sanded it off. Good to go again anytime? No fucking way.