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Did he seriously think he could talk to her like that and get away with it? What the hell had crawled up his ass and died? Malcolm had talked about Keith having his “moods,” but she’d always assumed her brother was exaggerating. After all, Mal wasn’t the most easygoing guy in the world. Look at how long he’d held a grudge against Keith for doing his job.
The drive home seemed to drag on forever. She hit traffic coming out of the city that made her want to bang her head on the steering wheel or shout insults out of her window at the top of her lungs. She settled for swearing at her fellow drivers with her windows safely up.
Keith’s car was parked in the visitor’s space outside her condo, and it suddenly seemed like her drive hadn’t taken nearly as long as it should have. She grabbed her courage and her briefcase. When she rounded the corner of her building and spotted him sitting on her stoop next to her potted flowers, wearing the same suit he’d had on earlier, she wondered if she’d jumped to the wrong conclusions. After all, he might be here because he wanted help with Malcolm. Or perhaps he wanted to apologize for last night.
He rose and held out his hand. She looked at it uncertainly. Did he expect her to hand over the house keys or her briefcase? The problem was solved when he took her jacket and the leather bag. The steel in his eyes matched his grim expression. “If you have plans this weekend, you have five minutes to cancel them.”
She honestly didn’t know how to react to that. Nobody had ever said something like that to her before. “Why would I cancel my plans?” Other than Sunday brunch with her mother, Layla, and Aunt Cindy, she didn’t have anything big planned. Saturday was for errands.
He leaned close, stopping with his face so nearby that her eyes wouldn’t focus. “Because your Master told you to. You asked to be trained. Apparently I failed to understand how serious you were. Your training begins now.”
She trembled, anticipation mixing with outrage. This wasn’t the Keith she knew. That man didn’t threaten or bully. He might coerce every now and again, but his intentions didn’t vacillate wildly from one day to the next. It took courage she didn’t have to push him back, so she sidled out of his way and tried to fit her key into her dead bolt. Lining up the key with the hole took more dexterity than she had right then. Her heart pounded, and blood roared in her ears. She’d asked for this, but she wasn’t ready for it. Was his goal to scare her off? If so, he was doing a damn good job. She’d never seen him like this.
As her heart beat the rhythm of her fear, heat rushed between her thighs—just as it had when he’d kissed her last weekend. She felt him press against her back, crowding her to the wall.
“Kitty Kat, bad slaves are punished. Turning your back on your Master and refusing to obey a direct order is definitely grounds for punishment.” His breath spread warmth behind her ear and down her neck. More heat radiated through her abdomen. He’d called her by that name once before, the same day he’d kissed her. The way he said it made her sound wicked, completely decadent, something she’d never been.
“I didn’t agree to let you be my Master.” Her voice came out husky and a little hoarse, as if she’d been doing a lot of screaming. If she went along with what he asked, she probably would be doing a lot of screaming.
“‘Red,’ my sweet slave, is the word you’re looking for. Say that, and I’ll stop whatever we’re doing and we’ll talk. ‘Yellow’ pauses the action. We talk and decide where we want to go from there. ‘Green’ is the all-clear signal.” He didn’t move an inch.
The pulse in her neck ticked hard against her skin. She had the sense he was waiting for her response. “You said we had to talk. This isn’t talking. You’re scaring me, Keith. I’ve never seen you like this.”
“ This is what you asked for, Kitty
The drive home seemed to drag on forever. She hit traffic coming out of the city that made her want to bang her head on the steering wheel or shout insults out of her window at the top of her lungs. She settled for swearing at her fellow drivers with her windows safely up.
Keith’s car was parked in the visitor’s space outside her condo, and it suddenly seemed like her drive hadn’t taken nearly as long as it should have. She grabbed her courage and her briefcase. When she rounded the corner of her building and spotted him sitting on her stoop next to her potted flowers, wearing the same suit he’d had on earlier, she wondered if she’d jumped to the wrong conclusions. After all, he might be here because he wanted help with Malcolm. Or perhaps he wanted to apologize for last night.
He rose and held out his hand. She looked at it uncertainly. Did he expect her to hand over the house keys or her briefcase? The problem was solved when he took her jacket and the leather bag. The steel in his eyes matched his grim expression. “If you have plans this weekend, you have five minutes to cancel them.”
She honestly didn’t know how to react to that. Nobody had ever said something like that to her before. “Why would I cancel my plans?” Other than Sunday brunch with her mother, Layla, and Aunt Cindy, she didn’t have anything big planned. Saturday was for errands.
He leaned close, stopping with his face so nearby that her eyes wouldn’t focus. “Because your Master told you to. You asked to be trained. Apparently I failed to understand how serious you were. Your training begins now.”
She trembled, anticipation mixing with outrage. This wasn’t the Keith she knew. That man didn’t threaten or bully. He might coerce every now and again, but his intentions didn’t vacillate wildly from one day to the next. It took courage she didn’t have to push him back, so she sidled out of his way and tried to fit her key into her dead bolt. Lining up the key with the hole took more dexterity than she had right then. Her heart pounded, and blood roared in her ears. She’d asked for this, but she wasn’t ready for it. Was his goal to scare her off? If so, he was doing a damn good job. She’d never seen him like this.
As her heart beat the rhythm of her fear, heat rushed between her thighs—just as it had when he’d kissed her last weekend. She felt him press against her back, crowding her to the wall.
“Kitty Kat, bad slaves are punished. Turning your back on your Master and refusing to obey a direct order is definitely grounds for punishment.” His breath spread warmth behind her ear and down her neck. More heat radiated through her abdomen. He’d called her by that name once before, the same day he’d kissed her. The way he said it made her sound wicked, completely decadent, something she’d never been.
“I didn’t agree to let you be my Master.” Her voice came out husky and a little hoarse, as if she’d been doing a lot of screaming. If she went along with what he asked, she probably would be doing a lot of screaming.
“‘Red,’ my sweet slave, is the word you’re looking for. Say that, and I’ll stop whatever we’re doing and we’ll talk. ‘Yellow’ pauses the action. We talk and decide where we want to go from there. ‘Green’ is the all-clear signal.” He didn’t move an inch.
The pulse in her neck ticked hard against her skin. She had the sense he was waiting for her response. “You said we had to talk. This isn’t talking. You’re scaring me, Keith. I’ve never seen you like this.”
“ This is what you asked for, Kitty
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