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Chapter Twenty-One

Bennett

This woman. This ridiculously, crazy, asinine woman was going to be the death of me. When she didn’t return my phone calls earlier, I figured her board meeting went later than it should have. Then the time clicked on, an emergency came up with another client, and it was hours before I realized that not only had she not returned to the office, but she still hadn’t returned my phone calls.

From an employee, it was absolutely unacceptable.

From Rebecca, my sub, my woman,mine, it made my head want to explode right off my body. If she thought for one single second she could hand me the beauty she did in my bed, and lock me out, she had some serious reevaluating to do.

She licked her luscious, plump bottom lip and dark pink flooded her cheeks while her eyes roamed my face. Whatever the fuck she was searching for, she found it. “You, what? I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

So fucking exasperating. The urge to pick her up, take her over my knee and spank the shit out of her for terrifying me earlier slammed into my chest and I sneered at her. “Don’t. Don’t act like what we’ve shared this week isn’t special. It fucking was, sub, and you know it. Don’t sully it now with whatever the fucked-up mess is in your mind. Tell me why you are hiding from me.”

“Bennett.” Her palm, warm and soft pressed against my cheek. Just the touch, the soft hint of her flesh of her hand on mine soothed the caged beast inside me. Until she spoke again and with it, pain lashing across her so visible, it was like I’d slapped her. “I’m just your sub.”

“Like fuck you are.” I pulled her to me. My hands gripped her trim waist and my mouth covered hers. My kiss wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t exploratory, it was commanding and owning. I parted her lips roughly, shoving my tongue inside and kissed her until she succumbed to the weight of me and the fact that Iownedher. She needed a reminder? I’d give her one. I kissed her harshly, devouring her and taking everything from her until her gasp of shock turned into needy little whimpers, the ones that drove me wild and shot lust straight to my cock.

It hardened against my suit pants and I rolled my hips, pulled her against me until there was no denying that with a simple, fucking kiss, I was hard as a rock. God, she undid me. And I’d get to the mess inside her head, whatever it was that caused her to slam down her walls until I reminded her exactly what she was to me.

Mine.

Whenever I wanted. Wherever I wanted. For as long as I wanted.

I yanked away from her mouth and stared at her, waited until her desire-filled eyes flickered and met mine. “Go to the couch, bend over the arm rest, and yank down your pants, Rebecca. You want to be just my sub. You’ve got it.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I gripped her harder on her hips. I could rip down her pants, discard her underwear and throw her over my knee, but damn it. She wanted to be just my sub? She had to give it to me.

“I have a signed contract stating I can discipline you in the manner I see fit. One that also states you are to obey and serve me and fucking respect me, in the manner I see fit. And you avoiding me, running from me with whatever got into your head and muddled it, then turned off your phone so I couldn’t see to your damn safety is neither respectful nor obedient. I’ll say it again, sub. Strip off your clothes and bend over the couch.”

Her nostrils flared, and fuck I wanted to find out what made her so damn angry. I’d left her secure in knowing she was going to nail the meeting with Jakobs and since I’d already gotten a phone call from him saying they were thrilled with her proposal and were ready to move forward, she’d done exactly as I’d suspected she would.

I also knew she was more amendable, easily pliable once sated from a good spanking and orgasm. “You can red if you want, sub. But I can already smell how wet you are for me. You’re pissed, and we’ll get to that, but you don’t want to end this yet. You might hate it, but you want what I give you. Every delay adds to how many spankings you’re going to get. Now move.”

She huffed, her breasts heaved against my chest and in a move I had almost come to miss, she sneered. “You’re an asshole. And if you want me to obey, you have to let go of me.”

I dropped my hands from her and slowly arched a brow as she continued glaring at me. If daggers could shoot out of eyes, I’d be a fried pile of ash. Luckily for me, the fire in her eyes only turned me on more. Made my palm burn with the excitement of reddening her ass until she was mindless and bathed of all her anger.

She moved, spun on her heels and stomped to the couch. With quick, angry jerks of her hands, she yanked down her pants and stepped out of them. Glaring at me over her shoulder, she hissed, “You’re an asshole.”

She bent over the armrest and I didn’t bother hiding my grin.

Fuck, this woman. She made me want to laugh and rage all at the same time. I’d never had a woman that threw me into the tailspin at the same time making me feel like I was soaring. She was excruciatingly delicious.

And I loved every single damn minute of her defiance and angry obedience.

I stepped up behind her, close enough I could see her back rising and falling with her quickened breaths. Close enough I could see her thighs glistening with her moisture. Hell, yeah, she liked this shit.

I ran my thumb up her inner thigh, caught her shiver from my gentle, and most likely surprisingly soft touch and then pressed it to her mouth. “Suck the taste of you off me, sub. You’re fucking drenched.”

She opened her mouth, took my thumb like I told her to, like she’d done the other night and hummed with satisfaction.

“You’re pissed at me, but you want me. Sucks, doesn’t it? To want someone who pisses you off so much?”

The edge of her teeth scraped against my fingers and I laughed. “Yeah, bite me and I’ll become more creative with you tonight. Perhaps I’ll cover you in my cum without letting you finish. Would you like that?”

She made a noise, a groan of dissatisfaction and widening her eyes, glared at me. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”