Be My Everything (8 page)

Katherine knew Luke wasn’t cruel, and he had pretty good
knowledge of her body. He always sensed when she was ready to explode.

“Oh! Thank God!”

She screamed out her release as she clawed at the window,
her knees beginning to give out from the weight of her rigid body. She wasn’t
sure how or even when, but the next thing she knew, they were now on their
knees and he was slowly moving in and out of her, and she could feel his warm
come shooting inside her.

He didn’t speak for a few minutes, just held her tight
against his chest and tried to get his breathing under control. He moved his
lips against her neck and then down to her shoulders. She liked when he
lingered against her, but he didn’t do it often. She turned to face him, but he
stopped her before she could completely shift her body. She wanted to touch him
and hold him. She was beginning to crave that after each encounter, but he
never allowed it.

He gently kissed her cheek. “I’ll take breakfast in the
dining room at eight tomorrow morning.”

“But—” She stopped because she wasn’t even sure what she
wanted to say.

“Good night, Katherine.” He stood up and walked into the
bathroom.

She stayed on her knees for a few seconds before getting up
and heading to the place where she belonged…

The sub bedroom.

Punishment…

Luke heard the commotion outside his office.

“I’m sorry, Miss, but you can’t just barge in there,” his
assistant said.

“The hell I can’t!” Katherine hissed at her.

He got up from his desk and headed for the door to see what
the problem was when she came barreling through with Olivia, his assistant, a
step behind her.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Cain,” Olivia said. “She pushed right past
me.”

Luke glared at Katherine, but she didn’t even flinch. He’d
have to find away to change that.

“It’s okay, Olivia,” he said. “I’ll handle this. Please take
an early lunch.”

“Yes, sir,” she said as she walked out of the office,
probably fearing for her job.

He closed the door and stared at Katherine for a second
before grabbing her arm and walking her over to the couch. He stood completely
straight, staring her down, hoping that his playroom posturing would help her
come to her senses.

“You better have a damn good reason for showing up here
and—”

“I better have a good reason? You’re the one interfering in
my life and treating me like a whore,” she yelled.

She fucking cut him off when he was speaking! He was more
than enraged now. No one treated him this way, especially not his sub.

“Kneel,” he calmly stated.

“No!” She stood her ground with a resolve in her eyes he’d
never seen before. He wondered if she’d gone stark raving mad.

“Have you lost your mind?” He paced the office, trying to
keep calm. “You must have.”

“You paid my rent,” she said. “For a year. Why would you do
that?”

“This is about your rent?” he asked, incredulously. “You’d
risked my wrath over your rent?”

“You didn’t think I’d find out you paid my landlord?” She
was like a little kitten trying to be a cougar. If he wasn’t so mad, it’d be
amusing.

“Of course I did,” he said. “I was going to tell you
tomorrow night when I called you. We don’t usually communicate with one another
until Wednesday.”

When Katherine told him about her roommate leaving, Luke
realized he’d have to find a way to fix her housing dilemma before it
interfered in their agreement. To his surprise, things were progressing much
better than he’d ever anticipated and he wasn’t about to let her living
arrangements put a stop to it.

“You had no right.”

“I had every right,” he countered. “When you entered into
this agreement, you consented to becoming my responsibility.”

“No, I didn’t,” she argued. “I don’t want to be paid for
sex.”

“I’m not paying you for sex,” he defended. “It’s my job to
take care of you. And if you can’t pay your rent and that concerns you, then
eventually it’ll interfere with our time in the playroom. You’re not to have
any worries while you’re under my care. I’m supposed to be your only concern.”

“But why couldn’t you have discussed it with me first? Given
me a chance to voice my thoughts?”

“Because this isn’t a partnership, and I thought you
understood your role, but clearly after your behavior today, you have a lot to
learn.” He continued to pace, because he was afraid if he stopped, he might
pull her over his knee.

“It makes me feel cheap to take money from you,” she said.
“That’s not what I signed up for.”

“Well, then you need to take another look at our contract
because it states that I
will
take care of your well-being as I see fit,
and providing a roof over your head falls under that category.”

“I thought that meant my safety and well-being in the
playroom, as your sub,” she said in a softer voice. “Not outside of that.”

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t take care of you
after you serve me all weekend? Our relationship isn’t just about sex.” Luke
didn’t understand why she didn’t get that he wanted to take care of her. She
was his. He just wanted her to be happy and secure.

“I-I know,” she stuttered. “I didn’t mean to…” She dropped
to her knees at his feet and looked down at the floor.

He took a steadying breath before he continued. He was
pleased she was coming to her senses. “Perhaps I should have told you when I
contacted your landlord, but I didn’t think it was necessary. I was going to
tell you tomorrow you no longer had to find another place to stay. I knew you
liked your loft, I could see it in your face when I was there, and so I made
sure it was yours. I was trying to do something nice for you.”

She didn’t say anything, and he could tell from the blush on
her cheeks she was embarrassed. He may have gone about it the wrong way, but he
was trying to help her.

“What happened here today was unacceptable,” he said. “You
may voice your concerns, but I expect you to treat me with the same respect I
treat you. You are not to bring our problems to my place of business. And you
are never to speak to me the way you did today. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I disrespected
you.”

“Stand up.”

She did as he told her to, but refused to look in his eyes.
Luke had to get her to leave, because he was afraid his temper was going to
flare at any second. He had to put some distance between the two of them before
he lost his mind. The more time they spent together, the more he wanted. He was
doing everything he could to stop these inappropriate feelings. She was his
sub, nothing more. He’d never felt this passionately about anyone before.

“I’ll text you on Thursday with your instructions,” he
informed her, indicating that he would not be calling her tomorrow evening. He
needed a cooling down period. He had to figure out how he was going to handle
such rebelliousness.

“Yes, Master,” she said, and then she headed for the door.

“And Katherine…” He sat back down at his desk. “Don’t think
for a second that this outburst will go unpunished.”

She nodded before leaving.

Luke put his head in his hands and tried to make sense of
what had just happened. He would have never tolerated that type of conduct from
any of his previous subs. He would have pulled that collar from her so fast she
wouldn’t have known what hit her. The relationship would have been dissolved
and he wouldn’t have looked back.

Unacceptable! Completely unacceptable
, he thought.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. No matter how fierce
a Dom he was, he wasn’t willing to let Katherine go even after such defiance.
He smiled because his girl had some spunk. But he was going to have to teach
her how and when to use it. Sadly, it wouldn’t be this weekend.

* * * *

Per his instructions, Katherine arrived at his home at
precisely 8:00 PM, two hours later than usual. Luke stood in the foyer and
waited for her to enter. He usually didn’t greet her, but tonight wasn’t about
routines. There was nothing regular about what he had planned for this weekend.

She opened the door and quietly entered, slipping off her
jacket and shoes and placing them in the closet before she turned and realized
he was watching her.

“Master!” She jumped, clearly startled by his presence. Once
she composed herself, she dropped to her knees.

Perfect
, he thought. At least she hadn’t forgotten
her place in his house.

“Katherine, I’m rather surprised you showed up. I expected
you to back out, especially since you know I’m not pleased with you”

Her breathing picked up and now her tiny frame was trembling
beneath him.

“I’ll offer you an opportunity to defend your actions in my
office on Tuesday,” he said. “You may speak.”

“I’m sorry, Master, for the lack of respect I showed you and
for my disobedience,” she said. “I realize what a huge mistake I made. You were
trying to help me and I was ungrateful.”

“That you were,” he agreed. “Never in my Dominant experience
have I ever had a sub who insulted me the way you did. I’m extremely
disappointed to say the least. I expected better of you.”

She gasped at his words.

“I never want to disappoint you again, Master. Please tell
me what I can do to make this right.”

“I respect that you’re an independent woman who wants to pay
her own way, and I can appreciate that, but you are my submissive and with that
role, you are expected to make certain concessions. Letting me take care of you
is one of them, but I won’t discount your feelings. You’ll always have the
opportunity to voice your concerns, but never the way you did in my office.
That cannot ever happen again if you expect to continue serving me. Is that
understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I’m not a forgiving man,” he continued. “And I rarely grant
second chances.”

She squirmed and then looked into his eyes. “Please,” she
said. “I need to submit to you.”

“I’m assuming since you showed up here tonight, wearing my
collar, you still want to continue on this journey with me.”

She nodded.

“Very well,” he said. “This will not be like a normal
weekend. You have to pay for your actions. You clearly need to learn your
place.”

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them
fall around his ankles. His erection sprang free and was standing at full
attention. He’d been hard since she entered the foyer, but the mere sight of
her did that to him. No other woman ever had this kind of power over him.

“Serve me orally,” he said in a low voice.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered as she inched closer to him and
sat up on her knees.

She ran her hands up his thighs, because she always stole
any opportunity to touch him intimately. He had to close his eyes and
concentrate. He liked when she touched him unprovoked, but he didn’t give her
the opening often. She reached for the base of his cock as she leaned her head
forward and swirled her tongue at the tip, licking the moisture up that had
beaded there. She slowly ran her tongue over her lips before taking him into
her mouth.

She is so fucking sexy
, he thought as he settled
against her face.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her closer. She didn’t miss a
beat as she sucked and licked his painfully hard dick. He continued to tug at
her hair, moving her over him at a rapid pace before slowing down and letting
her take over.

She ran her hand under his balls, cupping them in her palm
as she licked the vein underneath his dick.

“Fuck!” he hissed. “Take all of me in your mouth.”

She hesitated for a moment before she moved her head even
closer to his body. He felt her hair brush against his stomach and then he was
completely engulfed in her warmth. He thrust his hips forward, hitting the back
of her throat, but she didn’t stop. She continued to bob her head back and
forth as she scraped her teeth against his sensitive skin, just the way he
liked it.

“That’s my girl,” he breathlessly moaned as he pulled on her
hair. “This is the way to please me.”

He thought it was almost a crime he’d have to punish her the
rest of the weekend. It was wasted time, and he hated to squander a single
minute of his time with her, but he was already entirely too soft on her.

“Hmm,” she hummed around his cock. The vibration sent him
over the edge as he spiraled toward his release.

“Don’t waste a drop of it,” he screamed as he shot his load
down her throat.

He softened in her mouth as he got his breathing under
control while she licked him clean. She stayed completely still, waiting for
him to speak.

“Fix my clothes,” he ordered.

Once she got his pants back into place and shirt tucked in,
she buckled his belt and ran her hands down either side of his thighs,
smoothing out the creases. She continued to rub her hands against his legs and
then up to his hips, but he couldn’t take it anymore. Part of him wanted to
carry her up the steps and make slow love to her all night long.

Make love
, he thought. What the fuck was she doing to
him?

“Enough.” This was exactly why he couldn’t allow her to be
intimate with him. He had to stay in control.

She quickly removed her hands and sat back down on her
heels, dropping her head. He knew he was hurting her feelings, but it was
better for her in the long run. She shouldn’t develop an emotional connection
to him. He wasn’t capable of reciprocating. That was why he’d entered into this
life in the first place. He didn’t want all the baggage that came with a
relationship. It wasn’t anything he ever saw for himself. He was a busy man who
knew what he liked in the bedroom and didn’t want to waste time with all of the
nonsense that came with a normal relationship.