LOGINNo. Be compliant.Bennett chuckled. “You are bein’ a model sub. Avoiding punishment by doin’ what you’re told without arguing or without questioning me.” He slapped her ass. “Let’s see how long you can keep it up.”The swat didn’t hurt; it merely caught her off guard because it jiggled the thing in her butt.“You’re wearing the butt plug until I take it out.” He trailed his finger down her spine, between her butt cheeks, over her tailbone to jostle the object. “Whatcha think about that, sub?”“I’m not supposed to think.” She tacked on, “Sir.”He laughed again. “Good answer. Come on. Let’s shoot a game of pool.”Pool? With her bending over the table and that…thing poking out of her behind? No way. “You’re joking, right?”That penetrating blue gaze sharpened. “You might learn more about the difference between discipline and punishment tonight after all.”Ainsley plastered on a smile. “Would you like me to chalk your stick?”The crotch of Ben’s jeans was strangling his cock.He hadn’t ex
“Ben—”“Bennett,” he corrected with an edge. “Answer the question.”“I still don’t know…the truth is I’m confused.”“I’ll un-confuse you. Because you’re not supposed to be thinking, are you?” His smile, usually so sexy and sure, took on a decidedly wolf-like gleam. “Get undressed and bend over the arm of the couch.”Ainsley bit back her question. But the uneasiness wouldn’t go away. Just focus on each step. She removed every stitch of clothing. She stretched across the couch arm. She tried to concentrate on how the soft cushion molded against her hips and belly. How the fabric abraded her ni**les.Bennett crouched beside her. “Do you know the difference between discipline and punishment?”Yes. But she had the urge to stall. “No.”“Discipline is what a Dom uses to remind the sub who’s in charge. Punishment is to correct offensive sub behavior.” He plucked her bra from the floor and quickly bound her arms with it.Neat trick. Okay, scary trick.When he rolled up her blouse, she understo
“Why is that?”“Bennett likes variety. He’s got excellent instincts with whips, floggers, riding crops and canes, knowing how far he can push the submissive’s pain threshold. Seems he’s always being asked to show his expertise on another member’s partner. When he gets her to that headspace, he returns her to her partner.”“So Ben doesn’t have sex with every woman he demonstrates on?”Layla shook her head. “Hardly any, actually. He’s very mindful of boundaries, yet there’s never any doubt who’s in charge during the scene. There’s something about his quiet intensity that draws subs like bees to flowers.”“Or it could be the size of his…ah…stinger that attracts them,” Ainsley said.“Oh man.” Layla giggled. “Ain’t that the truth. Murph once gave me twenty lashes because he caught me licking my lips during one of Bennett’s public scenes.”“Yes, Ben’s got a smoking hot body besides his impressive stinger.”Layla squinted at her. “What’s up with you calling him Ben?”“When he’s in Dom mode h
Her eyes opened and she groaned.Using the wetness from her body, he rubbed his thumb over her clit.She began bumping her pelvis against his hand, trying to get more friction. “Please.”“No.”Immediately her body stilled. Then she surrendered.“Good girl.” After teasing her, reminding her who was in charge of her orgasms, Ben quickened the motion of his thumb, increased the pressure on that plumped bit of flesh and watched as Ainsley came unhinged.She was a goddess, swamped with pleasure, her head thrown back, her silky hair swaying, her kiss-swollen lips parted as she cried out, the pulse throbbing in her neck in tandem with the pulse throbbing beneath his stroking thumb.He drew out the climax, and only when she was spent did he drive himself over the edge. Yanking on the cuffs chain, bowing her body backward so he could see his c**k pumping in and out of her. His fingers dug into her thigh when his balls lifted.Ainsley’s pu**y squeezed his c**k as seed shot out of his shaft.Ben
“You told me at the club, remember?”“No. That’s not something I usually share.”Ben kissed her nose. “We’re sharing a lot, though, aren’t we?”“Some of us more than others,” she snipped.That stopped him. “You think I’m holding back?”“I know you’re holding back, cowboy.”“About what?”“About how you became Master Bennett.”He frowned. “Master. I hate that f**kin’ term.”“I know.” Her smirk faded beneath his scrutiny. “You’ve grilled me about why I believed I was a Domme. You’re determined to prove I’m submissive, but you’ve never explained how you became interested in this lifestyle.”“I don’t suppose you’d buy the explanation of pure dumb luck?”“Not entirely.”He settled back in the cushions. Had he ever explained this to anyone? “About eight years ago, me, Cody, Trace and Trent were drinking at the Rawhide Bar after closing time. Bullshitting about jobs and women. Complaining about not getting laid enough. Them guys were coming up with sure-fire strategies to get laid and what ki
That dirty play-by-play absolutely drenched her. Ainsley so wanted to squeeze her legs together to spread that hot slickness between her thighs. Physical proof she was really here and this wasn’t just another fantasy.It wasn’t that she broke a rule; she just stretched the boundary a bit when she curled her hands around his knees and let her palms slide up his muscular legs until they reached his hips.Bennett softly snarled at her. “Just for that, you don’t get to use your hands on my cock. Only this wicked mouth.” He pulled out and stroked back in, each time coming closer to the back of her throat.She closed her eyes, wanting so much to make this good for him.“Don’t swallow until I tell you to,” he warned. “I wanna see liquid running outta your mouth, making your neck wet.”Every time she settled into the rhythm, Bennett mixed it up. Thrusting faster if he was going slow. Slowing down if he’d been using short, quick jabs. Proving to her that he had all the control.She loved every
She’d almost made it to the door that led to the dressing rooms backstage when Brian burst through the door and she staggered backwards. He steadied her with both hands.“They actually started without me? I can’t f**king believe this,” he said.“You have nothing to worry about, Master Sinclair. Your a
Trey laughed and stood in the roiling water with his hands on both naked hips. Oh well. So he couldn’t f**k her. He could still hang out with her as a friend. He liked her already. She was interesting. Different. Hot as hell. A great kisser. Why would she kiss him like that if she had a boyfriend?“D
“I’m coming,” he said.“Not without me, you aren’t.”He chuckled. The woman made his heart sing. It was stupid of him to even entertain thoughts of anyone but her. When he entered the bathroom, she was bent over the tub adjusting the temperature of the water. All that slick, rosy flesh between her leg
Trey chuckled. Father and son both had tufts of black hair sticking up in all directions.“I hope he has your brains,” Brian said.“And your talent,” Myrna added.“He’s perfect,” Trey said, unable to resist the impulse to smooth Malcolm’s fuzzy hair with his palm. It did no good. The baby’s downy black







