Se connecterSo at the end of the day, she felt she’d accomplished something. So much of her duties as bank president were busy work. Seemed she spent her life on the phone.Not that she minded. She’d taken the position because the regional manager assured Ainsley that the bulk of her job would be schmoozing locals into switching a portion of their banking business to National West. Ainsley could handle PR; it’s what she did best. She figured the event would show the locals that this bank was interested in investing in the community. In the next month she’d approach individual businesses, touting the benefits of diversifying their banking needs.During her divorce, she’d needed a career change. Intrigued by the management end of banking, she’d taken over a small branch office in a low-income suburb of Denver no one else wanted to tackle. Determined to keep the branch from closing, she’d approached every business, big and small, in the three-mile radius, talking up the benefits of banking locally.
He added more lube to the stretched anal opening and coated his cock. He couldn’t watch the head of his c**k breaching that tight pink pucker, but he could feel the mind blowing contraction of the muscle as pushed his shaft in without pause, until he was balls deep in that untried channel.She reared up.He pushed her flat to the table with his body, curling his hands around hers on the edge of the pool table. “Jesus. You’re so f**king tight.” His mouth brushed her ear. “It’ll get better.” He canted his pelvis, slid out a few inches and then back in.“How do you know it’ll get better? Have you had a dick in your butt?” she demanded.Several booms of thunder rattled the windowpanes.Ben sank his teeth into the skin at the base of her neck, feeling her tremble beneath him. “And what if I said yes? Would you believe I wouldn’t put a sub through something I’m not willing to have done to me?”“I’d say that’s not an answer.” She hissed when he withdrew, resting the cockhead just inside the
No. 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
Her eyes focused on his cheek. “You’re bleeding.”“Where?”“Your face. Come inside with me and I’ll clean it up.”Brandt shook his head. “I’m sure it’s just a scratch.”“Made by a rusty nail. When was your last tetanus shot? Just let me take a quick look—”“No,” he practically bellowed. “Don’t you unders
Brandt sighed. “Ain’t no talkin’ you out of this?”“Nope.” She buttoned her coat and slipped on her gloves. “Just double check that everything is shut off before you leave. I’ll call you when I get there, okay?”“Okay. But first…c’mere and give me some sugar.” He curled his fingers around her lapels a
“Gourmet meal?”He grinned. “Spaghettios. And canned peaches for dessert.”“Tempting, but I wouldn’t want to intrude.” She crouched down by Landon and straightened the seam on his footie pajamas. “So, I’ll leave the books here, but tomorrow night, I’m thinking we’ll start having story time before bed.
“True. But I’ll climb on a back of a bull as long as I can.” He took another drink of beer. “And the injury is healin’ fine, if my nosy-assed brothers asked you to grill me about it.”“They didn’t.”“Good.” Chase shivered. “I forget how goddamn cold it is here.”“You’re spoiled competing in all those w







