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“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.
His erection was tucked uncomfortably down one leg of his pants. Kate rested a hand on his thigh, right under th
e distinct outline of his cock against the snug leather. She stared at it, then bit her lip and looked back up at him.
Fuuuuuuck. She was hotter in real life than she was in his spank bank. If she made one wrong move, his dick was going to go off and fill his boot.
It looked as though no one was paying attention to them. Some people were dancing, some were watching the Dom flog the sub on the saltire, a few were watching a girl getting spanked by a Dom who looked displeased. They had privacy in the small crowd since they weren’t doing anything with visual interest.
Banner cupped her chin. “I want to see you.”
“But . . .” She groped for words. “I’m not very sexy compared to some of these girls.” Kate glanced at the girls dancing with Konstantin.
Before she could say another word, Banner grabbed her arm and hauled her roughly to her feet. “What did I tell you would happen if you insulted yourself again?” He frog-marched her to a vacant chair. This lesson seemed to be harder than any other mental adjustment for most female submissives. What was it with women being so hard on themselves? Didn’t they know that most men didn’t expect them to be perfect? Men weren’t.
He sat down and sighed, then hauled the hesitant woman facedown over his lap. Although she squeaked, she didn’t fight. In this position, the edge of her dress barely covered her ass.
Slowly, he lifted her hem revealing lace boy-leg panties that showed a lot of cheek.
“Everyone is looking at you, Kate. You might not like your body, but there are several men in the room fantasizing about coming on this ass.” He smoothed a hand over it, and she groaned in embarrassed arousal. “The girls in the latex are checking it out too. I wonder what they’d do to you if I let them have you.”
“Don’t let other people touch me. Please, Master.”
No one? Not even Ambrose? He doubted she meant it that way.
“If I was allowed to, I’d shove my finger in your pussy and make you come in front of all these nice people. Would you like that?”
“I don’t care who’s watching, Master. I need to come.”
Why was he doing this to himself?
He smacked her ass. She gasped then pressed back, looking for the next blow.
“You like this too much. It’s supposed to be a punishment.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You will be.”
Kate cried out even though he hadn’t hit her again, and she squirmed on his lap. The scent of her arousal was making him crazy—urging him to do what he wanted. Shoving his cock into her a few hundred times wouldn’t break the no sexual contact rule, would it?
He barely tapped her the next few times, and he chuckled at her adorable growl of frustration.
“What’s the matter?”
“I . . . uh . . . remember you hitting harder than this, Master.”
“And when do you remember that, Trouble? Do you think of me punishing you when you masturbate?”
“Oh, fuck.” She groaned and hid her face from onlookers.
Seriously? He’d just meant to embarrass her. From her reaction, though, it was true. She thought of him when she masturbated?
Banner peered around them, glad that Ambrose wasn’t close enough to hear, even though he was back in the room and watching.
