United and Dangerous, Cherie Benjamin [best romance ebooks txt] 📗

he had, he would be a great replacement for Erik.  Erik was going to make a wonderful addition to the Coven Commission; they just hoped that everything worked out.

Breakfast was soon over and Ara was in the bathroom getting ready for the day.  Kane had laid out a blue silk blouse and floral print skirt that came just below her mid-thigh, and, as she guessed, a blue lace shelf front clasp bra with no panties.  Kinky fucker.  After getting dressed, she walked into the room to find Kane dressed in jeans, a tight long sleeve t-shirt, and fuck hot black leather jacket. 

"Wow, baby, you look fucking hot."  Kane moaned.

"Thanks, so do you."

"Come, I have a gift for you."  Kane turned and picked up another leather jacket and held it out for her to slip her arms into it. 

"Oh, Kane, I love it."  She said as she stroked the butter-soft leather. 

"Well, you look so fucking good that I want to say the hell with everything and fuck you until you can't walk, but we need to take care of this one piece of business and then rest of the time is all mine."

"Yes, Master."

"Come, I want you to wear your collar." 

Ara dropped to her knees and laid her hands on the top of her thighs, with her head down.  Kane was so pleased how she could naturally drop into her submissive mode.  Picking up the collar and the key, he stood in front of her.  Placing his fingers under her chin, he raised her face to face him.

"Will you give yourself over to me completely to do with as I see fit?  You may answer."

"Yes, Master."

Kane slipped the necklace around her neck and secured it with the key.  He couldn’t wait to see her in nothing but the necklace, but that would have to wait.  "Stand up, my pet."

Ara stood and looked lovingly at her Master and wondered how she had gotten so lucky to find someone like him as her first, and now only, and last Dominant. 

"You will not refer to me as Master until we have finished our business.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Great.  Now let's go get this over with."

As they left the house they saw Erik and Ben out front with the SUV.  "Cool jacket, Ara."  Erik barked.

"Thanks, I think so."  Ara said, adjusting the lapels of the jacket.    

They were quickly on their way and soon arrived at the training facility.  Seth was waiting outside with a large smile on his face.  "Seth, good to see you this morning."  Ara said.

"Glad to be here."

"Come, let's get this started." Erik huffed.   He was so torn about the situation.  On the one hand, he loved being the personal guard for the Donna of the family, but the opportunity to be on the Coven Commission was so huge that he couldn't believe he had been selected.   Damn it.

They all went into the facility and over the next hour, Erik put Seth through every test he could think of; he passed each with excellence.  He was a top-notch marksman; his hand-to-hand combat was a thing of beauty.  His movements so quick and fluid that there were times that, if you were not watching intently, you would have missed the move.  At the end, Erik, Kane, and Ara felt more than confident Seth would be a wonderful bodyguard for Ara.

After Seth was finished, Kane and Ara took in a little bit of target practice.  Kane knew that his mother had told him that Ara was good with a gun, but he never knew how good she truly was until that moment.  Round after round, she hit the kill zone with every shot.  Hell, the further the distance; the better she got.  Seth and Erik stood back with their mouths opened, shocked by how good she was.  Kane was a good shot, but, as much as it hurt him to admit it, she was better. 

After her last shot, she put her safety back on and placed the gun back down on the shelf.  Removing her eye protection and ear protection, she turned and saw Kane, Erik, and Seth standing with a weird look on their faces.  "What?"

Kane walked up, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close, so she could feel how hard he was.  "You are, no doubt, the sexiest fucking woman in the world and I can't wait to be buried balls deep in that hot, wet pussy of yours."  He whispered into her ear.

"Fuck."  Ara moaned.

Kane looked over at Erik and Seth.  "Seth, be in the office on Monday.  Erik, we are going now."   Kane demanded as he took Ara's hand and rushed to the SUV.  "Take us home, Ben, and make it quick."

Ben knew that he better drive like the wind.  The boss was horny and he needed his relief.  He knew what it was like; there were times, hell, about all the time, he needed his cock in his wife's hot pussy.  To look at her, you would think she was a shy little mouse, but, what was not commonly known, Janetta was actually a Dominatrix and he was her submissive.  Just thinking about her in her black latex catsuit with a flogger in hand, made him hard. 

 

They had played for years, and it had never gotten old; instead, increased their pleasure.  Not to say that there were many times when he had broken a rule, but he was all too familiar with the feel of his Mistress’ punishment.  After the punishment, she had always taken care of him and he had learned from his mistakes.  His life was good, hell, it was great, because they hadn’t shared it with anyone yet, but they were expecting their first child.  Janetta was seven weeks pregnant and they were waiting until her twelfth week before making the announcement.   Thankfully, he was able to get Kane and Ara home in record time.  He and J would be spending the weekend at home, because Kane had told them they were not needed, which meant only thing… Master Kane was coming out to play. 

Kane and Ara walked into the house, and, as soon as the door was closed, he pushed her up against the wall, reached under her skirt and rubbed his long fingers up and down her soaking wet lips.  "You have been a very bad little pet and I think you need a spanking."

 

Ara eyes grew large, a spanking, oh how she loved how his hand felt against her ass, warming it up and then the pleasure of the pain as he slapped, and then rubbed after each strike. 

"Does that excite my little pet?"  Kane said as he continued to rub her folds, but did not touch past the lips.  It had been too long since he had commanded her submission, and he knew that he needed to lead her deep down into blissful stillness that transforms into the calm that a true submissive craves.

Ara’s pussy quivered as she hoped; no, needed for him to plunge his long, nimble fingers deep inside and touch the spot that ached to be touched.   Her mind was going all over the place; she couldn't concentrate on anything, except for the feeling of his fingers.  Her body was burning for him, her heart was beating only for him, and her soul wanted, no, needed to be in his possession.  "Please, Master."

Kane pulled his fingers away from her pussy, and brought the fingers to his mouth and sucked the nectar off them.  "Did we forget something, my pet?"

She was so worked up with need; she had forgotten to wait for permission to speak.  Shit.

"Well, I see you have remembered, but you know that this is a rule, so, I guess instead of starting our time in my playroom with pleasure, it will be started with your punishment.  Now… you have twenty minutes to change into the outfit I have laid out in the dressing room. Be by my playroom door in waiting position.  Oh, and also place the leather jacket back on."

Ara opened her mouth to say something, but closed it immediately.  Shit, that was close.  Lowering her head, she gave him a nod, conveying the fact she understood.  She went up the stairs and into their room.  She went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and began to strip out of her clothes.  Walking into the dressing room, she was surprised to see a black shelf bra, black lace thong, garter belt, stockings, and a pair of black high heels.  Placing on the outfit, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. 

Her Master had great taste in clothes.  She then took a few minutes to clear and center her mind.  She was getting ready to go into her Master’s room and offer herself in submission to him.  This particular relationship was built on trust, love, guidance, and understanding.  She knew that he would take care of all her needs if she gave herself totally to him.  Slipping the leather jacket on, she made her way to the door leading into her Master's playroom.  He had left a pillow for her, so she lowered herself onto the pillow and into her waiting position.

Kane had gone into the spare bedroom, took a quick shower, and slipped on his favorite worn jeans.  He was so excited about going into his new playroom with his submissive.  But, as excited as he was, he knew he had to get into the right frame of mind, because she was trusting him with the wonderful gift of her submission and he needed to be mindful of her needs at all times.  Her submission was of love, devotion, and pure, naked trust; he treasured this beyond all measure.  He walked out of the room and down the hall, and was so happy to see that she was waiting in perfect form.  Taking the key from his pocket, he unlocked the door.

"Stand."

Ara quickly got to her feet, her head still lowered, but her heart was beating so fast it was as if it had hummingbird wings.  Taking in a deep cleansing breath, she waited for the next command.

Taking her hand into his, he led her into his domain.  "Raise your head and look around, my pet."

Ara raised her head and looked around the stunning playroom.  Over the years, she had read and studied about different types of playroom and the factors used to determine how a Dominant chose to decorate their domain.  From the color of the walls, to type of wood on the floors, everything screamed Master Kane. 

"Take off this fucking hot jacket and go over to the bench and lay on your stomach."

Ara walked over to the black leather whipping bench, climbed up, and lay on her stomach.  Her hands stretched up above her head and her feet were placed into the footholds as she waited for her Master.

Kane collected the equipment he needed for the punishment of his little pet.  She had not done anything severe, but a broken rule was a broken rule.  It was spelled out in their contract, so she would be receiving five slaps with his hand.  Each offense called for a different punishment, so he was happy that it was a mild punishing day.  Ara was such a wonderful submissive, but no one was perfect.  He collected the leather cuffs that he not only used on the whipping bench, but also as part of the scene that he had set up.  Walking back over to the bench, he found that Ara was in perfect form, quietly waiting for her punishment and he was sure that, if he rubbed her folds, she would be soaking wet with need.  Placing the cuffs on her wrists and attaching them to the special made hook in the head of the bench, he then did the same for each of her ankles. 

Walking around to the head of the bench, he looked down at her and enjoyed with delight of how fucking hot she looked all