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“Good. What else?” He leaned down and brushed his unshaven
chin over one of her nipples.

“Need,” she gasped.

“What do you need, Indie?”

“I need you to touch me.”

And he wanted to touch her. With his tongue he caught the
tip of her nipple and flicked it back and forth. She moaned behind pursed lips
as she shifted slightly on the bed.

“Is it difficult for you to lie still?” He knew the answer,
but wanted to hear her say it.

“I’m having a hard time keeping my hands to myself. God, I
want to touch you,” she breathed.

He couldn’t wait to feel her hands on him, but if he allowed
that, he could kiss his control goodbye. He wanted to take it slow with her. The
buildup, the fist-clenching anticipation, it wasn’t just for her. Banner loved
it,
craved it
.

“Thank you for being honest, but this isn’t about what you
want. It’s about what I want.” He could see the disappointment in her face as
he pushed off the bed and stood. “I’m going to move you, but I want you to keep
your eyes closed until I tell you to open them.”

“Yes Sir.”

He grabbed her hands and pulled her up so that she sat on
the edge of the bed. “You don’t have to call me Sir, Indie.”

“It just feels…right. Does it bother you?”

“Actually, I love it.”

A huge smile lit up her face.

“Like I said, I’m not much for protocol. But since it feels
right to you, by all means, call me Sir.” He sat behind her, scooting her
toward him. Her soft curves fit perfectly between his legs and against his
body. He had to bite back a groan when she wiggled her ass against his hard
cock as she settled into him.

“Uh-uh. No moving unless I tell you to.” Or that chain he
used to hold back his desire to fuck her would snap like a twig.

He had positioned them in front of the mirror so he could
watch the way she responded to his touch, his voice. The image they created
together was highly erotic. Her skin was flushed from desire and there was a
vulnerable trust behind her unguarded facial expressions.

“Sorry, Sir,” she murmured.

“If you hadn’t done that on purpose, I’d believe that little
apology. But we both know that you grinding your luscious ass against my dick
wasn’t an accident, was it?”

The mirror reflected a sly little smile on her lips. “No, it
wasn’t.”

He placed each of her hands on the bed along the outside of
his thighs. “Keep them there. Are you going to be a good girl and hold still?”

“Yes Sir.”

She flinched when he reached around and palmed her full
breasts. The soft weight of them felt incredible in his hands. As he squeezed
gently, he rubbed the hardened nubs of her nipples with his thumbs and she blew
out a small breath. He tugged them outward, stretching the sensitive tips,
causing her to moan.

“I love the way you respond to my touch.”

Slowly he moved one hand up and rested it on her throat.
Indie tensed. He would never choke her, but the implication that he could if he
wanted to, was more than enough to heighten her awareness. Her pulse raced
beneath his fingertips. Tilting her head back, he licked the shell of her ear
then ran his tongue down the side of her slender neck. When he reached the
curve of her shoulder he bit down and she shuddered.

“Are you wet yet, Indie?”

“I’m fucking soaked.” The words burst from her.

Playfully, he bit down on her shoulder again.

“Ow!” She laughed. “Well, I am.”

“Maybe I should check for myself.” Keeping one hand on her
throat, he slid the other down the curve of her belly to the warm folds of her
pussy. Careful not to touch her clit, he slipped a finger inside her. “Yup,
fucking soaked.” He withdrew, smearing her wetness along the smooth outer skin
of her mound. “And I love that you’re hairless here. Nothing to block my view
or get in the way, just a pretty, pink cunt.”

He caressed her inner thighs, barely brushing the outside of
her labia as he moved from right to left. He watched her in the mirror. Her
eyebrows were drawn together, giving her an almost pained appearance. When he
slipped a finger back through her slick folds, still avoiding her clit, her
expression softened. He withdrew and her face hardened again. Back and forth,
he gave her the promise of pleasure, but didn’t deliver. For long minutes, he
drew out her torment, touching, but not touching.

“Banner,” she pleaded, her breath coming in quick pants.

“Is there something you want to ask me?”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you,” he said as he swirled his finger close
to her clit, then moved away.

“Oh God. Touch my clit.” She whimpered. “Make me come.
Please.”

He feathered a finger over the small, fleshy nub. A tremor
ran through her body. She was exquisite, hovering on the edge of orgasm. He’d
barely touched her clit, but he knew that it wouldn’t take much more to make
her come.

“Open your eyes, Indie,” he commanded as he gently stroked
upward on her clit.

Her violet eyes flew open as she moaned. He captured her
gaze in the mirror.

“Do you see what I see?” he asked, nuzzling her neck as he
stroked her again. He could feel her body tensing beneath his touch. “You’re
perfect, just like this…natural, wild, about to come. Don’t close your eyes. I
want you to see how beautiful you are.” He held her gaze and strummed her clit
in an unhurried and steady rhythm.

She nodded, her eyes hooded with desire.

He kept his pace slow but increased the pressure of his
touch. She began to mewl with each stroke, her body rigid from the orgasm
building in her.

He waited for exactly the right moment, reading her body’s
signals.

She inhaled sharply then released the breath with a groan as
she started to come. He pinched her clit hard between his thumb and forefinger.
Her eyes widened and she screamed, bucking as he held it for a few seconds. He
released the little bundle of nerves then lazily stroked it through the rest of
her climax, prolonging it as she shuddered.

Her eyes were bright and her chest heaved as she looked at
their reflection. “Holy shit.”

“You have such a way with words,” he teased.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that it’s never been like that
before,” she said between gasps.

“Explain,” he urged as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this. I…um…don’t come
easily. Well, unless I’m by myself and battery-operated equipment is involved,”
she admitted.

This would be an experience for both of them then because he
planned to give her more orgasms than she could handle. “Oh, I think that’s all
about to change.”

“Really?” She slid from his grasp and knelt before him on
the floor, reaching for the waist of his pajama pants.

He intercepted her hand before she had the chance to touch
him and shook his head.

The confused, hurt look was back again. “But what about
you?”

He sighed. It would be damn good to show her that there was
a world beyond the one she knew, but breakfast would come first. “I don’t
expect you to get me off just because I made you come. That’s not the way this
works. Don’t for one second think that was anything other than a purely selfish
act. I made you come because it pleased me to do so. Like I told you before,
this is about what I want. And right now I want to make breakfast,” he declared
with a wink as he stood and pulled her to her feet.

She frowned as she eyed his erection. It’s not as if she
could miss the huge fucking tent in the front of his pants.

“It’s a sight you should get used to. I have a feeling it’s
going to be a constant with you around.” He gave her a wicked grin and led her
out to the kitchen.

Chapter Four

“Mmm,” Indie moaned sleepily as she felt soft lips brush her
shoulder. It was really nice to wake up with the feel of his body spooning hers
from behind.

“You awake, sleepy head?” Banner asked, his lips still
against her skin.

“Do I have to be?” She snuggled deeper into the pillow. His
bed was so comfy and she liked being surrounded by his smell. She’d been tired
after he’d fed her a big breakfast. The food acted much like a sedative. She’d
asked him for a cup of coffee to help wake her up and instead received an order
to take a nap. At first she’d been irritated about being sent to bed like a
child, until she realized that he was right. She hadn’t been able to sleep the
night before and was exhausted because of it.

Now that she’d been pleasured, fed and rested, she was
content. A girl could get used to being spoiled like this.

She could stay in this bed all day. To her disappointment,
Banner moved away from her. Instantly, she missed the warmth at her back.

“It’s really too bad you don’t want to get up. I have a
steaming mug of this really yummy coffee. It’s a medium roast flavored with
coconut. I think I remember someone saying they wanted coffee,” he coaxed in a
rough voice.

She stretched and let out a blissful groan. Clutching the
sheet to her breasts with her elbows, she sat up and stopped short of rubbing
her eyes. Then she remembered she wasn’t wearing any makeup to smear and
happily rubbed the sleep from her face. “Did you just use the word yummy?”

“What? A grown man can’t say things like yummy?” He arched a
brow, his hazy blue eyes full of amusement. “Because you look really yummy in
my bed.”

She grinned, taking the warm mug from him. “I do?”

“I knew you would when I saw you posing on the table last
night. I said to myself, ‘Now that would look delicious in my bed.’”

“I bet you say that about all the girls.”

His face darkened at her implication. “No, Indie, I don’t.
You’re the first woman I’ve brought to my home, submissive or otherwise. This
isn’t a regular occurrence. And I can tell you it will likely be the only time
I do something like this.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t think I’ll ever come across another woman
like you.”

Awkwardly, she took a sip of her coffee. His words, too
close to real sentiment, made her uncomfortable. She didn’t want to hear things
like that. Okay so there was a part of her that definitely wanted to hear it,
but she was over being manipulated by flattery. It was best for both of them if
they kept things casual. After all, it was only three days. That wasn’t long
enough for her to fall for him, right?

“It bothers you that I said that doesn’t it?” he asked
lightly.

Man, nothing gets by him.
Was she really that
transparent? “It’s just that I don’t want us to make this into anything more
than it really is.”

“And what would that be, Indigo?”

“Two people having fun. Nothing more than that, right?”

“You know what I think? I think you should stop trying to
analyze everything and just let yourself live in the moment.”

“How very Zen of you.”

“Smart ass. You’ll get yourself spanked if you keep it up.”

“Maybe I want to be spanked.” Oh my God, had she really just
said that out loud? What the hell was in this coffee?

“Do you, Indigo? Because if that’s true all you have to do
is ask. I’m not one for playing rebellion games just so you can earn a
spanking. You want one, ask for it. I’d love to see my handprint on that lovely
pale skin of yours.”

Her pussy clenched at the visual of being draped across
Banner’s lap, her bare ass glowing pink under his hand. How often had she
fantasized about being spanked? Not the little slap on the butt some guys gave
during sex, but a real spanking…a stinging, hot, pussy-drenching, barehanded
spanking.

“Indigo?” Banner’s voice jerked her right out of her
fantasy.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m on to you and your little
tactics.”

“Oh yeah?” His grin was downright mischievous. God, he was
so sexy.

“Yeah. You’re trying to distract me with promises of
spankings.” And damn if it hadn’t worked.

He laughed as he stood. “Come on. Eat now, spank later. I
have some things I need to do for dinner. You can help.”

“Is it that late already?” Careful not to spill her coffee,
she moved to the edge of the bed and glanced down at her nakedness.

“Yes, and don’t even think about asking to put on clothes.”
He took the mug from her, helped her to her feet, but didn’t let go of her
hand. He pulled her in for a soft yet hungry kiss, leaving her breathless when
he pulled away. “I want you exactly like this in case I feel the need to touch
you…or lick you…or make you come again.”

As if she would argue with that.

* * * * *

“Where do you want me?” she asked as she stood next to the
stainless steel sink. There was a brief moment of giddiness about preparing a
meal with Banner Faust in his kitchen, but she kept it under wraps, trying to
appear professional. Professional what, she had no idea because it was really
hard to appear professional anything when she was buck-ass-nekkid.

“Hop up on the counter and just keep me company until I’m
done with the ginger. Are you comfortable in the kitchen?” he asked as he set a
hand of fresh ginger on the cutting board.

She did as instructed, the granite cold beneath her bare
flesh. She’d forgotten she hadn’t told him about culinary school. She hadn’t
wanted him to think she was trying to use him to push her career forward. She
realized now that he wasn’t one to make snap judgments. That department had her
name written all over it. It seemed stupid she hadn’t told him since it was
something they both clearly had passion for.

“I happen to be really good in the kitchen. I’m a student at
Le Cordon Bleu,” she said confidently.

A big smile lit up his face. She was amazed by how much it
changed him from brooding and serious to heart-stopping.

“Why didn’t you tell me? That’s great, Indie.” Delicately he
began peeling the ginger.