Finding Master Right

Fuck. Trying to be suave about it, Ba

Bastard. Ambrose was mocking him.

When they broke away from each other, Kate stepped back and crossed her arms.

The two girls Konstantin would likely fuck later came over and led him onto the dance floor where they made a show of kissing and groping him to the throbbing beat.

What would be worse—letting Ambrose have Kate or admitting that he’d been wrong? Did she actually want him though? Ambrose’s words about Kate being a grown woman who could make her own decisions repeated in his head.

The next time he looked over, Ambrose was taking Kate into the hall that led to the bedrooms. Ba

“You have a lovely little thing on your leash,” he called to Ambrose’s back.

Ambrose turned and measured him with a neutral gaze. “Thank you. She was a gift from a friend. One of my two best friends, in fact.”

“Konstantin suggested I talk to you.” Smooth had deserted him this evening. The hallway was dim, making it difficult to make out Ambrose’s expression.

Choice time. Did he say he had to leave, or did he man up?

“Why? Is Kon the next one in line for Kate? Line forms to the left. Mind the velvet ropes.” Sarcasm made the statement bitter and ugly.

“I was just wondering if you’d be interested in . . .” The pause hung clumsily in the air. “Loaning her to me.”

The request seemed to surprise Ambrose. “As soon as these people leave, I’m going to fuck her. Do you think you can get her back to me before then?”

He didn’t need that visual, but there it was. “Yes.”

“I don’t know. You never did return my Metallica CD in tenth grade.” Ambrose leaned against the wall, almost bumping the framed print of the dogs playing pool. It went well with the velvet Elvis farther down the hall.

“I won’t leave her in a Discman at the park.” Ba

“No sexual contact.”

Ba

His friend unclipped the leash from her collar. “Go with Ba

Jealousy and irritation streamed through Ba

“What do you want from me, Sir?” Her gaze shifted uneasily between Ba

“You’re going to come play with me in the other room. Are you okay with that?”

She nodded, but her hand shook in his. Ambrose went up the back stairwell, leaving them alone.

“Have you and Ambrose done any impact play yet?” There wasn’t much he could do with her BDSM-wise that didn’t involve sexual contact. Impact play seemed the most impersonal. He could get through that without losing control. Couldn’t he?

“No, Sir.” Her eyes were luminous even in the dim light of the hall.

“Take off those damn shoes.”

Her whimper as she kicked them off gave him an instant hard-on, and he let himself crowd her, but only slightly.

Not mine. Not mine.

Kate turned her face aside, exposing her neck. The scent of her shampoo, mixed with her own scent, coy and teasing, made him want to pick her up and fuck her against the wall—party be damned.

“What’s the matter, Kate? Do I make you nervous?” He growled, not quite in her ear, but apparently it had the desired effect. She melted against the wall, her posture abject submission.

“Yes, Sir. Well, maybe. But it’s not just that.” She was so close that he could feel her breath on his face when she spoke. Minty, warm.

“What, then?” He caged her between his arms, his dick begging to be pressed against her, if nothing else. Even that was against the rules though. He wouldn’t betray Ambrose.

“You’re not allowed to touch me,” Kate whispered. “But I need to come.” She begged him with her eyes.

He frowned. “Ambrose said no.”

She sagged. “I know. He doesn’t let me.”

“Fuck other men? Of course not.”

“No, I mean he doesn’t let me come.”

Anger rose, even though it was none of his business. “Why?”

“I don’t deserve it, I guess.” She shrugged.

He wasn’t above using a girl for his pleasure, but to never let her get off? That didn’t sound like Ambrose’s kink. And was it affecting her self-esteem? He could almost hear it in her voice—doubt mixed with frustration. His heart twisted. What was Ambrose thinking? Maybe he’d talk to him about it later, if he could figure out how to ask without seeming like an interfering ex-boyfriend.

Not that he wanted Ambrose to touch Kate ever again. The statement about fucking her later nagged at him. It had been crass and obviously designed to bother him, and it had worked.

“That’s between you and Mr. Fabulous,” Ba

He could feel her walking two steps behind, like a good girl. Everything she did now was just fucking perfect. Almost as though she’d been trained to suit his preferences.

Damn it, Ambrose.

The great room had turned into a different party. People had begun shedding clothing while he’d been down the hall. A few women walked around topless now, wearing only underwear, and Ba

Kate smothered a laugh. “I think you’re overdressed.”

“It’s fu

She averted her eyes and smiled to herself. “Uh, nothing. You’re just . . . well-made.”

“Well-made?” He barked a laugh. “Thanks. I’ll have to remember to thank my mother.”

Her gaze drifted lower. “I thought you had a no leather pants rule.”

“It was more a guideline than a rule.”

“Hmm.” Kate had gotten over her momentary bout of shyness and ogled him. She reached out a hand and drew a tickling line from his side to just below his navel, following the waistline of his pants. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice the bulge she was encouraging.

“Do they look stupid?”

“No. On a lesser man they’d look pretentious, but on you they’re . . . quite . . . fitting.” Her eyes had slid to his obvious hard-on. Amused, she covered her face with her hands, as though she couldn’t believe what she’d said.

“Ha-ha, fu

Her amusement faded instantly. “Well, no. I couldn’t with this dress.”

“Take your dress off.”

“What?” she squeaked. “Here?”

“Now.”

“But . . .”

“Are you wearing underwear?”

Her mouth opened but no sound came out. “I . . . Yes.”

“Take off the dress.”

“No, I couldn’t.” She clutched the bodice of her dress as if she thought he’d tear it off. The thought had crossed his mind.

He lowered his voice to a growl. “Are you going to be a bad girl, Kate?”

Her gaze flew to his, and he was lost in the warm, green depths. The rebellion there faded, dissipated, and was gone.

“Such a good girl. Are you going to let everyone see your pretty body?”

Kate dropped to her knees, but didn’t break eye contact.

“Noooo.”

“No, what?”

“Please, no, Master.” It was said so quietly he almost missed it. But there it was. The word buzzed between them like a hornet’s nest.