His expression turned dangerous. “Hmm . . . I remember something about ‘Master, I’ve been a bad girl. Will you please fuck my ass?’ Does that sound about right?”

Kate gasped and struggled to get off his lap, but he picked her up and shoved her facedown on the bed.

She tried to scramble away, but he pinned her beneath him and ground his pelvis against her bottom.

A hand wriggled under her and found her clit, and soon she was moaning and pressing back against his thrusts, the leather caressing her ass. He knelt up and struggled out of his pants, then pinned her back down again, now with his dick nestled between her ass cheeks. The sensation of his rigid cock sliding against her back hole when she was already so damn hot for him made her ridiculously horny. And scared.

Banner held her down with one hand and yanked open the bedside table. He pulled out some rope and several small packets.

“What’s that?” She whimpered.

“Rope.”

“Noooo . . . no more rope. I’ll be good.” Her wrists were still raw from earlier.

“And you’ll let me do what I want without having to tie you down?”

She froze. Who knew what he had in mind?

He saw her hesitation. “You have a safeword, Trouble.”

Relieved, she bit her lip and nodded. She was so frustrated she was ready to do anything he asked anyway.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.”

Her mouth fell open. “You should forget you ever heard me admit that.” Was no part of her brain a mystery to this man? It hardly seemed fair.

He allowed her to roll onto her back and cooperated when she pulled one of his huge hands to encircle her throat.

“Oh, you like this, do you?” He squeezed gently, and her already hot girly bits got heavy and full. Her clit twinged, begging for attention.

When she licked her finger Banner’s eyes glazed over. She let her hand creep down between her legs, and she circled her clit. This time she didn’t need to close her eyes to see him above her. Her finger slipped over her hard bud, and she shuddered. She’d been so frustrated for so long, and now here he was playing into her fantasies. Banner had her by the neck and his other hand was skimming along her body, sensitizing every part he could reach, pinching cruelly at her nipples when she started getting too close to coming.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped when he yanked her hand away from her pussy and held her wrists so she couldn’t finish. “Please, Banner? Don’t leave me like this.”

“On your front. Ass in the air.” His voice was hoarse, and she didn’t think he was faring any better than she was.

She turned over and presented, and as a reward he let her touch herself again. As she got closer to orgasm again, he ran his hand over her bottom, dipping his fingers into the crease of her ass. Why did everything he did feel so good?

The first time he skimmed his finger over her back hole, she jumped and tried to squirm away, but he grabbed her hip and forced her to stay in place as he did it again. She closed her eyes and let it happen, and when she reopened them she realized there were small packages of lube on the bed.

Noooooooo.

One of his big fingers prodded at her backside, and she heard the sound of packaging just before a cold, slick dribble slid down the crack of her ass. His finger caught it and spread it around, and he didn’t seem to care how much she tried to avoid penetration. He held her in place, and slowly he fucked the tip of his finger into her poor bottom.

Her hand stilled on her clit, and she held her breath. He tore open another packet of lube and slicked the tip of his finger more before coaxing it all the way in. Staying very still, she could feel his every tiny movement. She moaned low, sounding tortured even to her own ears. It felt too weird, but the way he was humming in satisfaction said this wasn’t the last of it. He finger fucked her ass until it didn’t feel so tight and awful.

“It’s just one finger, little slave. I’m going to add another one now.”

“No, no, Banner. Please. Another day, okay? I’ll let you do it another day. Not today.”

“‘No’ and ‘another day’ aren’t your safewords.” He chuckled, then paused. She didn’t reply. “I’ve been wanting this sexy ass of yours since I met you. I didn’t fuck you here because I thought I’d let your future Dom have the honor. Now that you’re mine, I don’t need to deny myself anymore.”

His words and their meaning blurred in her head, too heavy to process now. Another slick finger tried to gain entrance. This time she didn’t attempt to talk him out of it, because she assumed her body would simply refuse. Unfortunately, he was very convincing, and she hissed and swore through the burn of his second finger sinking into her.

“Please, Master.” She choked, gasped, tried to escape him.

Instead of giving in, he dragged her hips to the edge of the bed, added lube, and stretched her poor, suffering anus more.

Why had she wanted him back again?

“I think you’re ready now, but it’s still going to be uncomfortable. Do you remember your safeword?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied miserably.

“Do you want to use your safeword now? I won’t be upset.” He sounded sincere, but the truth was, she was more than a little curious. The first time he’d touched her there, it had blown her mind. She might have developed a fixation with the idea. She just hated having to admit it.

“No. You can . . . try if you want to.” There. That made it about him. “But if it hurts too much?”

“You’ll tell me, and I’ll stop.”

“O-okay.”

Banner stroked her skin as though he were comforting a skittish animal. The tip of his well-lubed dick slid back and forth over her ass, and then he pressed the tip inward with firm but gentle intention. The burning stretch of it felt impossible, but she couldn’t escape him.

“No, Master. I don’t like it.” She whined, and he stilled.

“Wombat?”

Was she giving up? Apparently, this could be amazing. “No, Master.”

“Shh. Relax your body, sweet girl. It’ll be better when I’m all the way in. Try to focus on letting me in, okay?”

She doubted that was true, but she’d gotten this far, so she wasn’t going to give up now. Inch by inch he fought his way in, adding lube and starting again when necessary. Finally, she felt his thighs touch the back of hers.

Banner arched protectively around her, holding her to him. She sniffled, sobbed, felt like her body was being invaded.

“I know, that wasn’t very fun, was it? But you were such a good girl for me.” He groaned in her ear, and it made her shiver. His cock twitched in her ass, and it felt a hundred times bigger than it already was.

“Not fun at all.” She was too afraid to move.

A hand slid between her thigh and the bed, seeking out her clit. Still sensitive from being kept so close to orgasm, she moaned and squirmed despite herself. Banner withdrew a tiny bit, then pressed back in, circling her hardened nub with cruel and persistent fingers. He’d made her move, damn him, and soon the fullness and burning soreness was stoking the banked fire in her belly.

It seemed impossible, but slowly his huge cock fucked her ass, claiming the last bit of her as his own. Aching, she writhed and babbled beneath him. He toyed with her clit, his touch gentle and teasing, a horrible counterpoint to the unbearably hard cock inside her. Pressure built in her pussy and bottom until she was a throbbing mass of sensation. Ache and ecstasy distracted each other—blended until her body clamped down on his cock. The orgasm rushed her, intense and stupefying. Her own hoarse screams deafened her.

“Fuck!” Banner’s voice was thick and pained. He panted, sounding as though he was trying to control himself.

Sore as she was, she squeezed his cock, trying to slow him down, but accidentally triggering her second orgasm. The movement of his hips became uncoordinated and with a desperate yowl, he came, his dick pulsing inside her and his fingers digging painfully into her clit.