All Chapters of Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Chapter 1401 - Chapter 1410

“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

“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

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

So 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.

“No. I’m good. Ainsley?”She shook her head.“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”Damn man, bossing her in public.As soon as Bennett left, Joely leaned across the table. “Bad poker face. You are totally banging him. The elusive, sexy Ben McKay is your local hook-up, isn’t he?”“What?”“Don’t deny it. Up top.” Joely held her hand up for a high-five. “Kudos to you for getting some of that hot cowboy ass while the getting is good.”Ainsley slapped Joely’s hand. “This is so far under the radar it’s underground.”“No worries. I live my life under the radar.” She slipped out of the booth. “Thanks for an entertaining evening. I hope we can do it again soon.”She said, “Me too,” and meant it.“I’ve got your number, you’ve got mine. Let’s set up something fun once the bank business is out of the way.”“Deal.”Ainsley waited for Ben to return, feeling resentful about his command. In public. Then she thought, screw it, and started to leave.But he blocked her in. “I wondered how long you’d