Page 95 of Over the Line

Breath whooshed from her lungs.

Before she could lose her balance, strong arms wrapped around her, steadying her. Next to her ear, Master Michael whispered, “Welcome back.”

“What the hell was that?”

He turned her to face him. “You’ve been lassoed,” he explained, eyes intensely serious. “It’s the best way to get the attention of a gorgeous woman and simultaneously remind her who she belongs to.”

She wanted to say she belonged to no one, but damn it, when he looked at her like that, her resistance evaporated. “I—”

“Say ‘yes, Master Michael’.”

“Anything you say, Sir,” she compromised. Her heart still raced, but she had to admit she liked his unusual greeting. “That’s a hell of a welcome.”

“Wait until you see what else I have in mind.”

“Oh?” The diabolical Dominant kept her guessing. And she adored that.

He kissed her senseless, devouring her, leaving her gasping.

Then he stepped back and smiled before releasing her from the lasso.

While she showered and changed, he waited downstairs. Then, when she joined him, sashaying into the kitchen on spiky heels while wearing a garter belt, stockings, and leather bustier, she had the pleasure of watching his mouth fall open.

“New?” he asked, sliding a glass of bottle of water onto the counter.

“For you, Sir.”

“Thank you.” His words were laced with approval and seduction. “I missed you.”

“I thought about you,” she admitted, taking a purposeful step toward him, playing the diva. “I almost masturbated.”

He scowled. “Almost?”

“It was close. So very tempting.”

Scowl deepening, he studied her intently. “But you didn’t?”

“Of course not, Sir.” Provocatively, she batted her eyelashes. “That would be wrong.”

“I’d have had to spank you if you had.”

“Really? And how would you have done that, Sir?”

“I’d have sat on that chair.” He pointed.

“And then, Sir?”

“I’d have taken you over my knee. Like so.”

Quicker than she could have imagined, he reached out and snatched her from the ground. He was sitting and had her over his knee in under three seconds, trapping her legs and bringing his hand down on her rear.

Yes. This was her every desire come true.

Hopelessly surrendered, she allowed her body to go limp.

He blazed her buttocks and that tender flesh right below the cheeks.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sir.”