His eyes heated. “Not yet you aren’t. But you will be.”
He eased her to the bed, placing her the way he wanted. On herback, knees bent and her ass nearly hanging off. He spread her wide. “Stay there. Don’t move or we’ll have punishment.”
She could be a good girl when she wanted to be, and she always wanted to be his good girl.
“Let me tie you up.” It was a command, but she could tell him no.
She was comfortable with him now. “Yes, Master.”
She let her arms float over her head. The bed was fully equipped with restraints. He wrapped the rope around her wrists, lovingly binding her, and then kissed his way down her body. He ended up dropping to his knees between her legs, his mouth hovering over her pussy as her body pulsed with desire.
The man had the most talented tongue. He could make such a feast of her.
“Kenzie, baby, you know what I’m going to do tonight.”
She knew. She’d worn carefully selected plugs for weeks. And had the best time complaining about it in the morning conferences. At first Ben was kind of shocked that she would mention it in front of…everyone…but now he simply grinned and went with it and talked about lube in a way that made her dad talk a lot about vomiting. Naturally Coop and TJ joined in, and Tristan started sending group texts about best practices when it came to anal sex. He was working at Langley in DC, but he proved he could cause trouble even with an ocean between them.
“You’re going to take my ass,” she whispered, loving how vulnerable she felt. It was good to have a place where she could be vulnerable and open and let this part of her flow. The part only Benjamin Parker ever got to see.
A shudder went through him, and he seemed to have to control himself. “Yes. I’m going to take your ass, baby. It’s mine. The way you’re mine.”
She was perfectly fine with that as long as he was hers.
Ben pulled his vest off and laid it over the tray she prepared. It was not only a way to honor and serve her Dom, but also to control the kind of lube used. It was kind of nice that Ben was willing to leave that work to her. She could control the scene in some small way.
She closed her eyes and prepared for a truly delicious evening. He would eat her pussy and bring her to orgasm four or five times before he gently took her ass. She’d planned it out to perfection.
The crackling sound and then distinct smell of ozone let her know something had gone awry.
She looked up, but he wasn’t in her line of sight. She could see the carefully prepared tray, but it didn’t look like he’d started to use it for anything but a place to lay his leather vest. “Ben? I didn’t ask for a violet wand.”
He came into view, his face alight with pure joy. She had never seen him so open and happy. “I know, babe. But see, it’s been pointed out to me that I’m a lazy Dom. Asking my sub to do all the work for our scenes. Now I might have explained to your sister that you enjoy preparing the scene.”
Oh, shit. Her twin was causing trouble. “Kala is giving you hell. It’s fine, Ben. You’re right. I do enjoy it. I like making sure everything is ready for you, Master.”
He smoothed back her hair with the hand that wasn’t holding the violet wand. The wand that was right there, and she had no idea what setting it was on. She had no idea how good he was with a violet wand. “Oh, sweetie, if Kala talked to me about how I top my sub, I would start a fight club and we might finally be able to work on our issues. I’m not joking. We have discussed that. We think a couple of hours of punching the shit out of each other might help our relationship, and I happen to know how hard she can punch. You know, now that I think about it, I should have known the difference between you because of your fighting style. She’s way meaner than you.”
She was a little offended. “I can be mean in a fight, but I didn’t want to fight you. And no, there is no fight club.”
He leaned over slightly and touched the violet wand to her left nipple.
And she damn near came off the bed. It wasn’t like the sucker was on a higher setting. It had been a flutter over her skin, but it was enough. “Ben.”
He sighed as though he’d done something deeply satisfying. “It wasn’t Kala. It was Tash, and she pointed out that you like to top from the bottom and you might like to put it as service when it’s your way of ensuring you know what happens. Well, I would be a bad top to allow this to continue.”
He touched the wand to her right nipple, the sensation sizzling across her skin. Kenzie gasped and held on to the restraints her assholeMaster had placed her in knowing she would think he was going to eat her pussy. Liar.
It was kind of sexy.
“Tash might have pointed out that it’s not submission if you’re in control of everything.” Another sizzle along her skin. He was on the side of the bed, but his stupid long arms and ridiculously tall body treated the queen-size bed like it was a twin. He didn’t have to struggle to reach her. “You’re in control of one thing tonight, Kenzie. Whether or not you say yes, but you’re not going to say no to me. I’m going to torture this gorgeous body. I’m going to put my mark all over you, baby, and you’re going to do nothing but ask me for more.”
The trouble was, he was right. She would never say no to this man.
Even as he started to trace a line of fire down her body.
“I like the violet wand. Don’t you, baby? I can torture the hell out of you at this setting and not leave a mark.”
Kenzie whimpered. She wasn’t sure if she was whimpering about the fire that skittered over her skin or the idea that he wouldn’t mark her. She loved it. Loved the bite marks and where he sucked her skin it bloomed like a little tattoo, proof of how primal he could be when it came to her.
