Page 7 of Long for Me
Chapter Three
Bennett
Over the last two months, I’d become used to the prickle of awareness that ignited my nerves whenever Rebecca Morales was within twenty feet of me. I’d even tested it. My cock had a direct line on the sweet scent of my sexy but uptight and too serious assistant. It saluted her as soon as we stepped off the elevator on the top floor of Ashby Enterprises every damn day.
My dick had, again, somehow sensed her before I did. Because Rebecca at Luminous was as crazy as her being willing to bend over my desk so I could spank her, like I envisioned almost every time her ass swayed and swished out of my office. I’d shaken off the odd feeling and paused the demonstration with Kaila, needing to get myself under control.
My dick didn’t get hard when I whipped women during demonstrations. It was too technical, too scripted, and on a night like this, it was toned down so as not to scare the guests. In reality though, I was never one for liking to use a tool. Tonight’s rules required it but with any sub I played with the way I desired, my hand was always the preferred method of delivering a spanking.
“You still doing okay, Kaila?” I was stalling. Rebecca Morales was at fucking Luminous, her white wristband shining like a neon beacon. Fuck, what was she doing here? This was my space and the one place I could get away from her.
“Good, sir.” I brushed my fingers through her hair. “Can we continue?”
“Our time is almost up.”
“Pity, sir.” She winked at me, her green eyes clearing. “I was hoping we could finish this later, more appropriately.”
Yeah, no. I’d had Kaila before and there was nothing about my time with her that made me up for a repeat. I was particular about who I took to bed and even more so who I played with. Kaila’s taste was more severe than I had any interest in. She needed someone who wielded a cat-o’-nine-tails with precision. That man wasn’t me. I didn’t get off on delivering pain the way other Doms did. I needed the control, fucking craved it, but for me it happened in other ways.
I’d only agreed to help with demonstrations as a favor to Dylan.
“Fifteen more and then we’re done for the night. I can help you with after care unless you have someone else for it?” This scene had been so tame she probably didn’t need it, but it was still my responsibility to care for her in some way.
I needed to get out of the stage area as soon as possible so I could find Rebecca and figure out what in the hell she was doing here.
Disappointment flickered in her eyes before she looked at the floor. “I’ll find someone sir, thank you.”
I stepped back and flipped the crop against my thigh and found Rebecca again. She hadn’t moved. In fact, her lips were parted and even though the lights were dimmed, there was a pale hue of pink on her cheek bones. Her hands were gripping the red rope in front of her like she needed the help standing up and I ate up every single inch of her.
She was beautiful. Gorgeous. None of the words even came close to describing her. With hair that was shining and sparkling, full lips always glossy and a deep wine color, it was her almond eyes that pulled me in, showed me her pain and her annoyance with me. She couldn’t hide anything in them and yeah, I goaded her, pissed her off. She was gorgeous as hell when she’d purse her lips and glare at me.
Her body had been built for fucking. Breasts big enough for a handful and more than once I’d imagined her nipples. Rosy? Pink? Or were they darker? Shit.
I was hard again and still had to finish the scene.
“Fifteen,” I reminded Kaila and stood behind her. I glanced back to Rebecca one more time, flicked the crop against my thigh. Her eyes dropped and holy fuck, she licked her lips.
Did she like this? Want it? She was always so serious, so composed, I’d always imagined she was tied too tight for something like this.
But I was finding out. As soon as I was done here.
Focus, asshole.
Jesus. Rebecca scrambled my brain.
“Count them, sub.” I lifted my hand and flicked the crop, no longer even minimally pleased at the mark left behind on Kaila’s backside. She counted each smack perfectly. I paid attention to every movement, every flick of my crop, the way Kaila wrapped her fingers around the bindings. Forcing Rebecca out of my head, I focused on the scene in front of me. A crop could cause little pain, but that wasn’t the point. As a Dom, my job was to be in control, to take care of the sub in front of me regardless of the scene. My primary concern was her pleasure, joy in her submission. My pleasure was found in someone handing over control to me, entrusting their body—and maybe one day their heart and soul—to me because doing so thrilled me.
“Eight, sir. May I have another, please?”
“Thank you for your manners, Kaila.”
I flicked the crop again beneath her ass and sped up. She could do this for hours. The twenty minutes we were scheduled would barely be a warm-up for her, but she’d been a sub for years. Her manners were impeccable.
I finished up quickly and tossed the crop to the table before I unbound her wrists and ankles. I turned so I was facing the crowd again and blinked.
My jaw tensed. Rebecca was gone.
I soothed Kaila’s wrists and shoulders, bringing blood back into her limbs.
