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“That if I set foot i
n your house, I’m agreeing to let you do whatever you like to me?” Her slow smile was a blatant invitation.
“You’re making it very hard for me to stop touching you.”
“You’re making it very hard for me not to want you to.”
“Stop sucking my fingers when I feed you, or I’ll bend you over the dining room table and fuck you in front of everyone.”
“Mmmm . . . Yes, Sir.”
Yes what, exactly? Was she agreeing to behave or agreeing to being fucked in front of everyone?
“And don’t call me Master. You know it makes me crazy.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. Sometimes I can’t help it.”
They studied each other for a moment.
“This can’t work.”
“No, it can’t.”
“I’m fucking you as soon as they leave.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He led her downstairs, wondering how to politely get rid of their guests.
Chapter 11
Finally, they were gone. All of them kissed her on the cheek as they left, but the way Banner smoldered at her from across the room was too distracting to let her enjoy the interest from the others.
In her mind, Banner had fucked her in a zillion different ways since he’d brought her back downstairs. Dessert, coffee, lounging in the basement room—all of it seemed to take several lifetimes, even though the last of the guests were gone by midnight.
Banner shut the door behind Everard, and his gaze turned menacing.
“Do you want me to get your coat?”
The way he said it, and the way he looked at her, said this was her last chance to escape.
She had no interest in leaving.
“I thought we could talk about who you thought was the most appropriate choice for me before I leave.” Asking for sex seemed a bit forward.
His expression hardened. “Take off your dress and wait for me in the dungeon.”
Shit. Was he angry?
He frowned at her and she fled to the basement before he decided she needed to be punished.
When she got to the dungeon, she pulled off her dress and folded it before laying it aside. Her heart was hammering. What was he going to do to her?
For that matter, he’d said wait, but did that mean in a specific place or position?
Kneeling was probably the best bet, but where? On the bed seemed presumptuous. That left the coffee table or the floor. How bad did she want him to use her? She knelt on the floor, hands behind her head and knees as far apart as she could manage.
She waited. In the dungeon there was no way to tell the passage of time, but it felt like at least ten minutes, or maybe days, had passed. Her knees were starting to ache on the hard floor, and although she considered getting up, she fought through her discomfort on the off chance that her patience would please him. She was cold, but she didn’t know if it was the temperature of the room or just her nerves.
