Finding Master Right

“What’s working for you, little girl? Being tied, being tickled, or both?”

“Both, Sir,” she said through gritted teeth. She whimpered.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” she said, her voice tight. Her hips were angled as far toward him as they could get, and she’d even shuffled a few inches toward him.

He pressed hard on her clit, then eased off, tickling again.

Kate mumbled something profane under her breath. “Why are you so mean?”

“Mean? You don’t like this?”

“Ugh! It’s . . . frustrating. My pants are a

He raised his brows. “You told me you wanted them to stay on, remember?”

They stared at each other. She couldn’t have it both ways.

He ran one of his short fingernails over the bump of her clit, and she moaned. He’d never claimed he played fair.

“Temporary insanity!” she blurted. “Could you take them off?”

Don’t gloat. Just give the woman what she wants. “Certainly. Up.”

She stood, and he slid the yoga pants down her long, perfect legs, then steadied her as she stepped out of them.

Damn. Her bare pussy was so close to his face that he could smell her arousal. So her ex hadn’t been big on giving oral? Poor girl. He leaned in and blew a breath along her sex. Automatically, her hips tipped toward him again.

Not so fast, greedy.

“Kneel in the position I showed you last time. Facedown, ass up.”

She groaned, but complied. He held her elbow so she didn’t topple over.

“Tell me if your neck starts to get sore.” He checked her hands, which were warm and still a good color.

“Yes, Sir.”

He ran the brush over her bound arms, tickled between her fingers, drew invisible designs on her back.

“Look at those pretty stripes.” Her ass had several red belt marks still visible. He went over them with the brush and she whimpered, and then held her breath every time he went near the cleft of her ass.

“How have you stayed a virgin here with an ass like this?” He swept his brush down the valley, fascinated at the way Kate cringed and her ass tightened when he drew close. As he used the brush to lick a tickling path over the puckered hole, her high-pitched whine made him chuckle. Maybe she’d marked “curious” on the questio

“I don’t know.” Her voice was high, plaintive. “No one was ever interested in . . . that part of me before, I guess.”

He tossed the brush aside and slipped a finger between her legs, finding she was even more soaked than before. Playing with her clit made her squirm, her breath coming hard.

“Well, if you have a Dom, chances are he’ll use you there too. Some guys aren’t into it, though, so you might be safe.” If she went to Konstantin or Ambrose, however, she wouldn’t be.

“You’ve taken all your slaves there?” She gasped, trying to edge backward and capture his hand between her thighs.

“Yes. A few were anal virgins, but I fixed that. My slaves don’t get to tell me no without a damn good reason.”

“Like?”

“If it was an abuse trigger, or if there was a health reason why they couldn’t.”

Kate didn’t answer, but her moans were eloquent. Apparently, her clit liked him just fine, even if she didn’t want sex.

She squirmed and whined exactly the way he wanted, her body far more obedient to him than her mind. As she was about to come, he stopped and untied her arms.

“I think that’s enough for today.”

“What?” She got to her feet and looked at him incredulously. “But . . . you put that big pile of things there. I thought we’d be experimenting for a while.”

“Actually, Kate, I’m getting pretty uncomfortable.” He was careful to keep his expression neutral. “I know you’re curious about things and want to know whether you’ll like them, but I’m having trouble staying scientific about this. You don’t want sex, and I respect that, but I’m not a machine. I have needs to deal with too.”

“So you want me to leave so you can . . . ?”

“Exactly.”

“But I could help you with that.” She grasped his hard-on through his dress pants.

Ba

“You said you didn’t want sex.”

“I changed my mind.” The control she had over the situation was making her arrogant. Enough was enough.

“You changed your mind?” He frowned at her, not bothering to hide his a

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 a