Chapter 6
Six
He’d given her the choice of being taken back to school directly after dinner, but she’d asked if she could stay with him a little longer.
“A little longer or a lot longer,” he said casually. “I could chain you up and keep you.”
“Would you be more likely to do that if I was good? Or if I was bad?” she asked with mock innocence.
He smirked. “It’s cute how you think your behavior will influence what I do.”
“Won’t it? If I’m bad you’ll punish me, right?” she said, hoping to edge things in that direction.
His gaze slid to her. “You don’t have it in you to be bad enough to justify all the rough ways I’ll use you.”
Kate shivered. “I really want to see what it’s like.”
“Didn’t Master J show you?”
She looked out the window. “A little.”
They were silent the rest of the way to his house, and she wished she could read his mind.
Master J had said Rory wouldn’t be angry.
Was he right? The problem was that she didn’t even know whether she wanted Master J to be right.
She was certainly jealous when she thought about Master Rory with other women.
They arrived, going down a long driveway to a house with a lot of rectangles, sort of a modern take on Frank Lloyd Wright. Inside, Rory tossed his keys on a massive chunk of raw stone whose top had been ground down to make a table top.
Rory pressed a button and the recessed lights in the living room ceiling came on revealing a fireplace, long couches built into the walls and enormous windows rising to the ceiling.
There were a couple of coffee tables in a style that matched the built-in sofas, but there were also large expanses of open carpet.
It was a room a person could breathe in.
On the fireplace wall there were built-in bookshelves.
She started toward the books, curious about what he read.
“Come over here, kitten,” he said, sitting on the couch.
She turned and started toward him, but he held out a hand to stop her.
“Take off the dress and the boots.”
She was nervous, of course, but a part of her also wanted to undress for him. She’d worn a lacy dove gray bra and matching panties, the prettiest set she owned, hoping he’d see it.
Kate undressed, setting her clothes in the corner.
His eyes raked over her. “Come to me like a kitten would,” he said in that low, uncompromising voice.
It took her a moment to understand, but when she realized what he meant, her body reacted, tightening and anxious to play these games.
She dropped to her hands and knees and crossed the carpet with a little swish of her backside.
It was too bad she didn’t have a tail to flick.
She reached him and rubbed her cheek against his leg.
He put one hand in her hair, the other rested on his thigh. She licked his knuckles with the flat of her tongue.
“You were a kitten before? Whose?”
She shook her head.
“First time?”
She turned her head sideways, resting it against his leg and looked up at him and nodded.
“You’re good at it.” He ran a finger along her throat. “Beautiful little kittens need collars.”
Her heart squeezed.
“Know what I mean?”
She nodded. Being collared would mean she would belong to him, which was exactly what she wanted.
“Give me a kiss,” he said, leaning forward.
She rose up and kissed him, nibbling at his lips and teasing him with her tongue. He put a hand behind her head, twisted his fingers in her hair, and pulled her head back. He kissed her hard, his tongue in her mouth deep enough to almost kiss her tonsils.
When he let her go, she had to take a deep breath to catch it. She moved forward, inching close to the zipper of his jeans. She really wanted to take him in her mouth. She’d been thinking about it since she’d first seen him. Her fingers slipped forward.
“No,” he said.
She dropped back on her heels and pouted.
He chuckled. “Tell me what happened with Master J in his office.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Do I have to?”
“What do you think?” he demanded.
She took a breath and blew it out. “He had me strip for him. He touched me a little and examined me. Then he spanked me and other things.”
“What other things?”
She hesitated.
“Kate,” he said in a warning tone.
“He, um, used his fingers to make me feel better.” She looked over his shoulder at the darkness beyond the windows. “Are you mad?”
“At you? No. Why would I be mad?”
“I let him do things to me. It felt wrong.”
“Why?”
“Because I could tell you wanted it to be you. And I wanted it to be you, too.” She rested her chin on his thigh, staring at nothing, and whispered forlornly, “Why did you let him have me?”
“If I’d known that’s what it would feel like to you, I wouldn’t have.”
“He kept me in his office so you couldn’t watch.”
“I know. Did you want me there?”
“Yes.”
Master Rory studied her for a moment. “I knew the first time I saw you that you were mine, but I didn’t think you knew yet. I also thought you deserved some time to learn under the club’s protection.”
“So you were waiting patiently?”
He laughed. “No, I didn’t wait. And I wasn’t patient.
Look where you are,” he said with a shake of his head.
“I did everything I could short of punching J in the face to get him to give you to me to train. When that didn’t work, I broke into a file cabinet and stole your cell phone number and address. ”
“You did?” she asked, rising up.
“They were trying to do the right thing, but their keeping you away from me for even one scene was more than I could take.”
“I feel so much better.”
“You do, huh?” he said, sliding her hair from her neck. “It all sounds good and romantic to you, does it? You know, you have no idea what I’m like, how hardcore and rough I can get.”
“I’m waiting for you to show me.”
He studied her face with a dark expression.
“I came to the Marquis Club looking for something,” she said. “It was you. And myself. I came there because I wanted to figure out if I’ll like in real life all the things I fantasize about. And when I saw you, I thought, he’s the one I want doing things to me.”
Rory exhaled loud enough for her to hear, and it was one of the sexiest sounds ever. “Tell me your hard stops and anything I should know from your past.”
Kate’s heart pounded. This was it. After she told him this, everything would really begin.