Except the sexual ones. They’d pushed those, and she was going to crash through at least one tonight.
She took his hand and let him lead her into a fantasy world.
An hour later, she felt her whole body light with anticipation as Ben closed the door to the privacy room.
They’d spent their time on the dungeon floor watching some heavy scenes, Ben’s hands on her waist as he leaned in and whispered the sexiest things in her ear.
The only thing that marred the experience was the cell phone in his pocket, but they’d all agreed to lift the no cell phones on the dungeon floor rule while the mission was ongoing. She wasn’t carrying, but then her handlers could come running into the dungeon if they needed to, and Ben’s was back in Toronto.
Still, it was his choice because Joseph could call her father.
He needed it, and she wasn’t going to complain. It was put in silent mode, and in the weeks they’d been playing he hadn’t answered it once. It was there because he struggled to let go of control when it came to Huisman.
Everything else was pretty fucking perfect.
She dropped to her knees, spreading them wide and letting her head fall forward. She offered him the greatest gift she could give him in this sacred space. Her submission.
“I will never get used to how I feel when I see you like this.” His boots came into view, and his hand came out to touch her head. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever known. Seeing you like this, knowing you’re willing to do this for me, brings me peace.”
It was as close as he’d gotten toI love you. Ben could be shut down emotionally. He often followed her cues, and she was going to give him a big one tonight. She was shoving away all her doubt and worry. It had no place in this room. This room was their temple where they worshipped each other, where they became whole.
“I find peace with you, Sir.”
He was silent for a moment. “Do you think we could move forward, Kenzie? Could you call me Master? In our contract we said we would revisit the title in a week or two and see how you felt about it.”
She would have called him Master the first night, but she realized she was too bright eyed sometimes and Ben was the one who felt like he needed to earn his title. A deep wave of satisfaction curled inside her, and she brought her head up so she could see his gorgeous face. “Yes, Master. I would like that very much.”
The smile on his face warmed her.
He gripped her hand and helped her to stand. Since that first night, they’d explored and played, and she’d spent a lot of time on a St. Andrew’s Cross and that spanking bench, though he liked to spank her anywhere, really. When she got particularly saucy in a meeting, he would pull her into a room afterward and slap her ass silly before turning her over and sliding her on his cock. He’d fucked her up against the door to the conference room once after a healthy argument about Huisman. He didn’t appreciate her careful—he called it slow—investigation, and she thought his get-in-there approach was reckless.
But neither of them cared after a good long fuck.
She was ready for another.
“How are you tonight?” He asked the question he always did before they started a formal session.
“I’m perfectly green, Master.”
“Even after that meeting? I know your father is annoyed.”
Her head shook. “We are not allowed to talk about my parents in here. No parents at all.”
His lips curled up slightly. “Well, we won’t talk about mine when yours are so much more interesting. I’m supposed to go fishing when this is done. I think your father might try to drown me. He doesn’t think Canadians can swim.”
Her father was a menace. “He would never desecrate his precious lake house with a murder. He would just bury you there, so I think you’re safe.”
“I do not want to ask.” He stepped back. “Strip for me.”
He liked to watch her get naked. Oh, he would rip her clothes off when need came over him, but he loved to stand back and watch as she carefully revealed everything that belonged to him.
She worked the fastenings of her corset, the one her cousin designed so she could unbind herself with one hand. She carefully took off her shoes and then pushed her thong over her hips. All the while she watched as Ben’s leathers tented with his erection.
She loved his cock. She loved sucking it and playing with it, and she went wild when he used it on her.
He made her drunk with love and lust.
“I’m ready for you, Master.”
