From Sanctum with Love (Masters and Mercenaries #10)(40)

Except for now. Now he leaned over and she could feel him whispering in her ear. “I’m going to make you scream. I said I was doing this for their benefit and your own, but understand that when you scream, you’re doing it for me. When your * clamps down and your whole body shakes, no one else matters but me. They can watch all they like, but I’m the man giving you what you need.”

She felt something sharp and wicked against her earlobe. He’d bitten her, a nice little stab of pain that seemed to go straight to her *.

That sharp bite likely left a mark she would be able to see if she pushed her hair back. Everyone would be able to see it and everyone who knew her would know it was Master Kai’s mark.

Yeah, that did something for her, too.

The cane came down on her ass again, another volley to survive, every single stroke pushing her higher and higher. All those lovely endorphins were starting to flow, making the world seemed heightened and fuzzy all at the same time.

“So when you have a submissive who has betrayed her partners, an apology must be made,” Kai said. “An act of contrition, so to speak. I’m going to show Kori that it’s all right to let go here.”

Something shifted and she felt Kai’s finger move into place. He was touching her clitoris, the warm pad of his finger perfectly positioned.

“That doesn’t seem like punishment,” Jared said with a chuckle.

“Like I said, it’s more of an apology and a lesson. I’m not going to make it easy on her. My hand is going to remain still. If Kori wants something, she’s going to have to ask for it.” The crop struck her thighs.

Bastard. It was one thing to let it happen, but Kai was a nasty sadist who likely knew begging wasn’t something she normally did. She hated it.

“Or take it for herself,” he offered as though he could read her thoughts.

He was giving her an out. If she didn’t want to verbally beg, she could rub herself against his finger and everyone would know that she’d been so hot for Kai it didn’t matter who was watching.

For some that would be a horrible humiliation. For her it was kind of exciting. Who the hell wouldn’t want Kai Ferguson? No one could look at that man, get to know his way-too-intellectual heart, and not want him. Especially the dirty Dom side of him.

It went briefly through her head that if she did this with him, there would be no going back, no way to turn the clock setting to just friends again, but she shoved that thought out of her head. Kai was the most level-headed man in the world. If anyone could compartmentalize, it was Kai. He likely wouldn’t see anything weird with playing every now and then and having a perfectly professional relationship at the office.

This could work out. She was being pessimistic. This could be good for both of them. He didn’t have a play partner who genuinely needed what he was offering and no one could give her what Kai did.

A hard thwack brought her out of her thoughts. “Don’t you leave me. You stay here with me.”

His finger pressed up and around and she could feel him sliding against her clitoris.

She moved against him. Everyone would be able to see it. Everyone would see that she wasn’t willing to simply lie there and take what he gave her. She needed more. Craved more. This was how Kai would give them their bit of revenge—seeing the most controlled sub in Sanctum lose her shit over an orgasm.

Her hips moved, and without another thought, she gave over to Kai. It was oddly easy since she trusted him completely in this. He would never give her more than she could handle. She started slow, letting herself feel him. Her skin was still flushed and hot, an ache in her bones that spurred her to want more.

“Not enough?” Kai asked before smacking her ass with his free hand.

She groaned at the pain and then the pleasure as her hips slid over his finger again. She felt something teasing at the outside of her *. Likely his thumb. Over and around and the tiniest bit inside. When she moved against him, she got more.

“This, Jared, is what I like to call a dirty little masochist.” Every word out of Kai’s mouth sounded like sin. He smacked her again and she gave up even pretending to not want it. “She needs the pain to allow herself the pleasure. She’s been holding out on herself, not allowing anyone to give her what she craves.” Another smack. “She needs a sadist who cares about her, who won’t let her go too far because when she gets going she’ll be like an addict. She’ll want to prove how much she can take. This pretty girl needs a Dom who can handle her.”

She rode his finger, giving over for the first time in what felt like forever. It didn’t matter—all the reasons why it was a bad idea, all her good intentions—none of them mattered. All that mattered was the feel of Kai’s finger rubbing against her, his thumb penetrating her.

They found their rhythm. Between the ache his slaps brought and the pleasure of his fingers, she couldn’t hold out. It had been far too long since she’d indulged, truly indulged in submission this way. She groaned as his thumb arced up at the precise right time, mingling with the sensation of her clitoris being rubbed, and she did it. She cried out, not holding back. Her fingers sank against the padded benches and her toes curled and she let loose.

Her whole body relaxed as she started to come down. The lovely fog she hadn’t felt in years settled over her as she felt Kai remove his hand.

“Now I think I’ll indulge in a bit of aftercare. Jared, pass me the hand wipes and then I’ll get on with ensuring her skin isn’t too bruised tomorrow,” Kai was saying.