Chapter Thirteen
Kenzie watched as Ben strode out of the locker room. This afternoon’s showdown with her dad had been rough, but they’d had dinner earlier and all seemed well.
Now he walked out with Dare, a smile on his face.
“He looks happy,” Tasha said, adjusting her corset.
Kala was already on the dungeon floor. She and Cooper had found a play partner in one of Ollie’s closest friends. He was a big-time barrister during the day. Pain slut at night. They loved topping a sub together and then would retire to a privacy room to go at it hard.
She had prepped their privacy room earlier today.
Her man needed some relaxation time, and she needed him.
For all the joy of the last few weeks, there was still tension hanging over them.
Huisman was being quiet, but that simply meant he was planning something.
Something big, and she was almost certain it would have to do with the three young women they were watching over.
She hoped the traitor didn’t turn out to be Tim. She wasn’t sure Ben could handle it if Tim turned out to be Huisman’s insider. She was sure he had one.
“I think he is. I think Ben’s spent the last few years of his life trusting no one except his team members, and he’s figuring out how nice it is to have a friend group.
” Kenzie gave him a smile, and her whole body tightened with anticipation as he went from friendly smile for Dare to his eyes heating as he looked her over.
He would find out that a friend group rapidly became a family group.
She was certain he would pick her when the time came. When Huisman dropped whatever bomb he was planning, Ben would pick her. Like she’d picked Ben when Huisman tried to make them believe he was working with him.
During their last mission, Huisman had planted several rumors that Ben was working with him and had been the entire time. He’d said it to Zach, but Lou recorded the incident. They’d analyzed it and she’d been Ben’s biggest supporter. In the end, they all saw through Huisman’s lies.
But Huisman would try again and she would find a way to protect the man she loved.
“He’s fitting in well,” Tasha said with a satisfied smile. “I think this is actually going to work out. And I caught him smiling at one of Dad’s truly horrible jokes.”
The good news was with the exception of Ben’s objections the other day, he and her father seemed to be getting along. She didn’t worry about her mom. Her mom got along with everyone.
“Hey, baby.” Ben reached for her hand, dragging her close and kissing her forehead with a tenderness that made her ache. “Are you ready? All the olds are safe in their beds. It’s our night to play.”
They weren’t. Her mom and dad were out on the town with Damon and Penny and the so not old Robert and Ariel and Nick and Hayley Markovic.
“I’m ready.” She’d never been more ready.
The Garden was beautiful, but she wanted to be back in Dallas.
At The Hideout. Their club. She loved her team but she missed Brianna and Devi and Daisy, and she so missed Bud Two.
She wanted to settle in with Ben, and this felt like a holiday.
Not the work part but the part where they were floating, enjoying the time they had and not pushing real boundaries.
Except the sexual ones. They’d pushed those, and she was going to crash through at least one tonight.
She took his hand and let him lead her into a fantasy world.
An hour later, she felt her whole body light with anticipation as Ben closed the door to the privacy room.
They’d spent their time on the dungeon floor watching some heavy scenes, Ben’s hands on her waist as he leaned in and whispered the sexiest things in her ear.
The only thing that marred the experience was the cell phone in his pocket, but they’d all agreed to lift the no cell phones on the dungeon floor rule while the mission was ongoing.
She wasn’t carrying, but then her handlers could come running into the dungeon if they needed to, and Ben’s was back in Toronto.
Still, it was his choice because Joseph could call her father.
He needed it, and she wasn’t going to complain. It was put in silent mode, and in the weeks they’d been playing he hadn’t answered it once. It was there because he struggled to let go of control when it came to Huisman.
Everything else was pretty fucking perfect.
She dropped to her knees, spreading them wide and letting her head fall forward. She offered him the greatest gift she could give him in this sacred space. Her submission.
“I will never get used to how I feel when I see you like this.” His boots came into view, and his hand came out to touch her head. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever known. Seeing you like this, knowing you’re willing to do this for me, brings me peace.”
It was as close as he’d gotten to I love you.
Ben could be shut down emotionally. He often followed her cues, and she was going to give him a big one tonight.
She was shoving away all her doubt and worry.
It had no place in this room. This room was their temple where they worshipped each other, where they became whole.
“I find peace with you, Sir.”
He was silent for a moment. “Do you think we could move forward, Kenzie? Could you call me Master? In our contract we said we would revisit the title in a week or two and see how you felt about it.”
She would have called him Master the first night, but she realized she was too bright eyed sometimes and Ben was the one who felt like he needed to earn his title.
A deep wave of satisfaction curled inside her, and she brought her head up so she could see his gorgeous face.
“Yes, Master. I would like that very much.”
The smile on his face warmed her.
He gripped her hand and helped her to stand.
Since that first night, they’d explored and played, and she’d spent a lot of time on a St. Andrew’s Cross and that spanking bench, though he liked to spank her anywhere, really.
When she got particularly saucy in a meeting, he would pull her into a room afterward and slap her ass silly before turning her over and sliding her on his cock.
He’d fucked her up against the door to the conference room once after a healthy argument about Huisman.
He didn’t appreciate her careful—he called it slow—investigation, and she thought his get-in-there approach was reckless.
But neither of them cared after a good long fuck.
She was ready for another.
“How are you tonight?” He asked the question he always did before they started a formal session.
“I’m perfectly green, Master.”
“Even after that meeting? I know your father is annoyed.”
Her head shook. “We are not allowed to talk about my parents in here. No parents at all.”
His lips curled up slightly. “Well, we won’t talk about mine when yours are so much more interesting. I’m supposed to go fishing when this is done. I think your father might try to drown me. He doesn’t think Canadians can swim.”
Her father was a menace. “He would never desecrate his precious lake house with a murder. He would just bury you there, so I think you’re safe.”
“I do not want to ask.” He stepped back. “Strip for me.”
He liked to watch her get naked. Oh, he would rip her clothes off when need came over him, but he loved to stand back and watch as she carefully revealed everything that belonged to him.
She worked the fastenings of her corset, the one her cousin designed so she could unbind herself with one hand. She carefully took off her shoes and then pushed her thong over her hips. All the while she watched as Ben’s leathers tented with his erection.
She loved his cock. She loved sucking it and playing with it, and she went wild when he used it on her.
He made her drunk with love and lust.
“I’m ready for you, Master.”
His eyes heated. “Not yet you aren’t. But you will be.”
He eased her to the bed, placing her the way he wanted. On her back, knees bent and her ass nearly hanging off. He spread her wide. “Stay there. Don’t move or we’ll have punishment.”
She could be a good girl when she wanted to be, and she always wanted to be his good girl.
“Let me tie you up.” It was a command, but she could tell him no.
She was comfortable with him now. “Yes, Master.”
She let her arms float over her head. The bed was fully equipped with restraints. He wrapped the rope around her wrists, lovingly binding her, and then kissed his way down her body. He ended up dropping to his knees between her legs, his mouth hovering over her pussy as her body pulsed with desire.
The man had the most talented tongue. He could make such a feast of her.
“Kenzie, baby, you know what I’m going to do tonight.”
She knew. She’d worn carefully selected plugs for weeks.
And had the best time complaining about it in the morning conferences.
At first Ben was kind of shocked that she would mention it in front of…
everyone…but now he simply grinned and went with it and talked about lube in a way that made her dad talk a lot about vomiting.
Naturally Coop and TJ joined in, and Tristan started sending group texts about best practices when it came to anal sex.
He was working at Langley in DC, but he proved he could cause trouble even with an ocean between them.
“You’re going to take my ass,” she whispered, loving how vulnerable she felt. It was good to have a place where she could be vulnerable and open and let this part of her flow. The part only Benjamin Parker ever got to see.
A shudder went through him, and he seemed to have to control himself. “Yes. I’m going to take your ass, baby. It’s mine. The way you’re mine.”
She was perfectly fine with that as long as he was hers.
Ben pulled his vest off and laid it over the tray she prepared. It was not only a way to honor and serve her Dom, but also to control the kind of lube used. It was kind of nice that Ben was willing to leave that work to her. She could control the scene in some small way.