Finding Master Right

“I said, did you do the dishes, slave?”

“No, Mistress,” he panted. “I . . . I ran out of time.”

The woman released his junk and rubbed her hands on her thighs. “Do you think you deserve punishment for that, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She stood, then motioned to him. “Up. Get into punishment position while I get the dragon tail.”

His face contorted as he knelt on the floor. It was clear he had no love for the dragon tail. Kate couldn’t blame him. It sounded wicked.

“Those sting like a son of a bitch,” Janine whispered.

“You have one?”

“No, but I’ve heard they’re awful. Chris prefers the cane for punishment. Though that can be pretty bad too.”

“Does he punish you for not doing chores?”

Janine whirled on her. “What? Are you crazy? No way! I’m no June Cleaver.”

Kate let out a breath of relief.

“I get punished for being bratty or disrespectful.” She motioned to the messy living room. “Take a look around. I’d be beaten black-and-blue if I was punished for not doing housework.” She laughed. “But I know some slaves who have that dynamic. They like it though.” After a pause, she stared at the laundry basket on the floor. “Maybe my house would be cleaner if we tried it. God knows my mother would be pleased.”

Kate nudged her. “Turn this off. I don’t like this one.”

“Okay. This one looks better.” She switched the video to a girl, completely naked, getting spanked over a slightly older man’s knee.

She thrashed and wailed. “Daddy, please! Stop!”

“Mmm.” Janine muttered, “I love when they beg.”

Kate let out a chuckle. “Dirty.”

The Dom in the video stopped and rubbed the girl’s red ass, soothing her. She whimpered but stilled. Then his hand drifted lower, to between her legs. She gasped, and Kate almost did with her. The scene was captivating. The Daddy-Dom dynamic didn’t do anything for her, but the way he spoke to the girl and handled her, it was evident that they were the real deal. The co

A door slammed. Kate jumped and spun toward the noise. Janine did the same, blushing and looking guilty as hell. Kate was sure she wore the same expression.

Chris walked in, covered in a layer of dirt from his work in construction. He eyed them then arched a brow. “What are you two up to?”

For all her bravado about porn before, Janine stuttered. “Uhh. Research. For Kate.”

Chris leaned to the side to see the computer screen. Then his eyes widened. “Porn?” He tsked and shook his head, but Kate could tell he was teasing. “Naughty. Why is porn research? Does Kate not know about the birds and the bees yet?”

“Ba

He laughed, startling her. After placing his workbag on the floor by the door, he strolled to where they were sitting. “And you thought porn was the best place to look?”

Janine shrugged. “Seemed reasonable at the time.”

Leaning over his wife, he studied the video thumbnails. “A lot of this shit is role playing. It’s bad acting.” He clicked the X and the page disappeared. He turned to Kate. “If you want to learn what Ba

Well, why didn’t she think of that? She rolled her eyes. “I have. Sort of.”

“Have you?” Chris watched her with a steady gaze that made her wither slightly. Did all Doms have that superpower?

“He wants absolute control. I can’t do that.”

Chris pursed his lips and nodded slowly. “Masters are often accustomed to being in charge. But does Ba

She thought about her encounters with Ba

“She’s his greatest treasure . . .” he’d said about subs.

She’d always associated the Master/slave dynamic with the Master mistreating or taking advantage of the slave, but Ba

Until now, he’d accepted her calling the shots on how far they went, even though maybe she’d been a cock tease. She didn’t mean to make him suffer—she meant to keep things platonic, but their dynamic was so sexually charged it was impossible to deny herself. Ultimately, she was glad he’d called her on it. Not just because of the sex, but because it didn’t feel right to take advantage of their situation.

And that was why she had to end things the next day. She couldn’t continue to use him, and then cock-block him with her issues, but they couldn’t keep going down this rabbit hole of debauchery together either. As much as she liked him, it wasn’t worth getting her heart broken, or breaking his either.

When she snapped back to the conversation, Chris was leering at Janine. She’d told Kate before that after a long day on the job, he liked to fuck in the shower. And here Kate was sitting between them. Talk about cock-blocking.

“Uhh,” she started. “I gotta go.”

They were too lost in their own world to pay her much attention. Janine gave her a quick hug good-bye while Chris yelled “’bye” over his shoulder as he strode to the bathroom.

At the door, Kate gave Janine a mischievous look. “Have fun.”

***

The smell of fresh-ground coffee hit, second only to the sight of Ba

He stood up when she approached the table, and like a gentleman, pulled the chair out for her across from where he’d been sitting. Unexpectedly, he also pecked her on the cheek. The affection threw her off her game already, which didn’t bode well.

“Here.” He pushed a cup toward her. “I got your tea.”

“Thanks.” Vowing to keep her cool, despite the warmth of his lips lingering on her cheek, she sat down and looked at him. “Are you off today? I was expecting to see you in a suit.”

He winked. “I bet you were.”

Her face turned hot as she glanced at the table. Ugh. How did he manage to keep her so off balance? “Shut up,” she mumbled.

When she lifted her gaze, he cocked an eyebrow at her. It was bratty, but what could he do? They were in the middle of a public place. It wasn’t as if he’d spank her there. She smirked. She could play games too.

Sighing, he sat back in his chair. “Did you come here just to brat at me and think you’re safe, or was there something on your mind?”

She shook herself back to business mode. “I just wanted to thank you for your help. I know it was an inconvenience.” A vision of Ba

“Wait a minute.” His brow furrowed. “Is this a break-up speech?”

She shrugged. “Is there anything to break up? We were never together.”

“True.” He narrowed his eyes and stared, making her shrink back at his intensity. “What’s this really about? What’s scaring you off?”

“Nothing,” she snapped too quickly.

His lips quirked, and she sighed.

“I just . . .”

“Can’t resist me when we’re together and that’s freaking out your carefully controlled world.”

Ding, ding, ding. We have a wi