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“I want that, too, but I can’t bear the thought of losing you. So, if you get hurt,” she clenched her fists, taking his T-shirt with them, “I’m going to kick your ass, you hear me?”
“Damn, you’re fucking sexy as sin.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m serious, Benny.”
Before she realized what was happening, he sat up and pushed her down to the side until she was halfway across his lap and face-first into the comforter. Lifting his palm, he let it slap down on her ass cheek. Not too hard, but enough to make it sting.
“Ouch! That hurt!” She reached back with her hands to cover her backside. Since this was new to her, and they weren’t actually playing, he let her. But when she eyed him over her shoulder, he saw heat in her gaze, and his cock stirred.
“It was supposed to hurt, Kitten. The next rule is . . . no rolling your eyes at your Dom. That and sarcasm are the fastest ways to get a spanking.” He helped her to stand. “And the only thing saving you from a proper spanking is we have to head to the airport soon, so finish packing while I grab my stuff.” He got to his feet as well and patted her ass. “But soon, my hand and your butt will get very well acquainted, and you’ll beg me to let you come. Trust me.”
Ignoring her gaping mouth, he gathered his things, chuckling to himself. Oh yeah, teaching her was going to be fun.
Chapter Sixteen
Kat was trying to concentrate on reading Leather & Lace but was finding it very hard not to replace Master Xavier with Benny in her mind. Master X was paddling Rebecca for lying by omission. She hadn’t told him she’d been getting death threats, and he’d found out when someone tried to run her off the road.
Kat imagined she was the book’s female lead, draped over a spanking bench and tied down with her bare ass in the air. Master X/Benny paused after several strikes to caress her red-hot cheeks. The fictional heat and pain were going straight to Kat’s pussy and making it throb. Oh, she knew Rebecca was crying and not enjoying her punishment, but Kat remembered how the sting of Benny’s quick smacks had startled her both times. And then they’d made her wet. Wet and wanting more.
She squirmed a little in her first-class-style seat on the private jet taking them back to Tampa. They’d had time to kill before the plane landed in Charlotte to retrieve them, so Devon had taken them to one of his favorite places for lunch. It was a sports bar, which she hadn’t minded, having grown up watching almost every sports game her brother and Benny had played in high school. It’d been football in the fall, followed by hockey during the winter months. Then springtime and baseball came, and Alex pitched while Benny played third base. Kat had always been on the sidelines, cheering and giggling with her girlfriends over how hot the guys all looked in their uniforms. But unlike some of her friends, Kat had paid attention to the games and learned enough to hold her own when discussing sports with men.
Devon had introduced her to the main reason he picked that particular restaurant—the hamburgers. Kat almost ordered a house salad, but the men had all insisted she get a burger, telling her they were the best ones she would ever have in her life. Benny smiled and squeezed her knee under the table when she gave in. She knew he was worried about her weight loss, which was still noticeable, but she had to admit, it felt nice knowing he wanted to take care of her.
Devon and Marco had filled her in on some more funny stories about Benny while he’d rolled his eyes and tried to put a different spin on things. It was obvious he was very close to these men, respected them, and valued their friendship.
A pang of loss hit her again, and she wondered if Alex and Benny would still be best friends if things had turned out differently for everyone. She liked to think so and then wondered how the boyfriend/girlfriend thing would have worked out between her and Benny.
“What are you thinking so hard about, Kitten? You almost have steam coming out your ears.”
Benny sat beside her and took her hand in his. She shrugged, then remembered what he’d said about honesty. “Just a bunch of what-ifs. I wonder how our lives would have turned out if my father had never gotten mixed up with Volkov. Yours, mine, and Alex’s. Would you and I still have been together?”
His thumb rubbed the back of her hand in soothing circles. A sad smile appeared on his handsome face. “I want to say ‘yes,’ but honestly, I don’t know. I’d like to think so, but we’ve both changed so much in twelve years that it’s hard to tell. My parents’ marriage is in the minority when it comes to SEAL team members. Many of them don’t make it.”
Kat turned in her seat to face him better, and he lifted her legs so her calves crossed his lap. “Don’t get me wrong, there were times my mother wanted to throw him out on his ass. Like most of the guys, he’d come back from a mission and be in a deep funk until his mind caught up to his body being back in the States. Sometimes, the things we’ve seen and done are hard to shake. And since SEALs aren’t allowed to discuss most of our missions outside the team, it strained my parents’ relationship. I’m just grateful they stayed together through the rough spots. My mother is a strong woman, stronger than most.” His smile changed and now lit up his handsome face. “And now that I think of it, so are you. So, yeah, I think we’d still be together.”
“I’d like to think that too. Do you think we’d have kids? As close as we used to be, there are so many things I don’t know about you now. I don’t even know if you want kids.”
He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap. “Kids with you? Hell, yeah.” He nuzzled her neck. She was glad his teammates couldn’t see them from where they sat toward the back of the plane as he cupped her breast, squeezing and massaging it. “As many as we can have. Don’t think of me as a caveman . . . well, in some ways I can be . . . but the thought of you ‘barefoot and pregnant’ with my children is a big, fucking turn-on. And just think of all the fun we’d have trying.”
His hand left her breast and worked its way between her thighs. He rubbed her sex through her sweatpants, and she knew he could feel the heat and moisture emanating from her. Kat moaned lowly and separated her legs to give him more room to work with. She completely forgot they weren’t exactly alone. All she knew was the pleasure he was giving her. She squirmed on his lap, attempting to get closer to him, and felt his rigid cock against her hip.
Benny lowered the tone of his voice. “Sit still, Kitten. Put your arms around me and your face against my neck. Try to stay quiet.”
Desire flooded her. She did as she was told as he loosened the tie to her sweatpants and put his hand inside them. His fingers brushed over her clit and went lower to her wet pussy. Her breathing increased as her lips touched his neck.
Putting one finger inside her, he stroked her gently at first. “You like this, don’t you, Kitten? You like how I’m playing with you, knowing Marco or Dev could walk up here at any moment and see my hand down your pants. They could see how flushed and aroused you are.” He added a second finger, maintaining the same slow, torturous pace. “Answer me, Kitten. Do you like this, knowing you could get caught being so naughty? Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she moaned into his neck. “Please. More. Faster.”
She let out a low, disappointed cry. Instead of doing as she requested, he removed his hand from her pants and brought it to his mouth. Pulling back to watch him, her eyes widened as he licked her juices from his fingers.
“Mmm. So sweet and delicious.” His hand went back down her pants, and this time he began to play with her clit. His eyes were on her face, watching her reactions. “I wish I could throw you on one of the couches and bury my face between your legs. I could eat you for hours, making you come over and over again until I’ve had my fill. And then I’d put you on your hands and knees and take you from behind. Fucking you. Claiming you. Owning you. You’re mine, Kitten. Mine.”
His last word had come out on a growl, and she moaned with need and want. He’d spoken the truth. She was his. She always had been and always would be. He owned her heart, mind, and soul. No other man could make her feel the way Benny did. She loved him. Still. Now. Forever.
Her heart rate and breathing increased as her eyes closed. With his other hand, he grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth to his. She instantly opened her lips and let his tongue duel with hers. He increased the pace and pressure of his fingers against her clit, but it wasn’t enough to send her over. And, holy shit, she wanted to. She wanted to fall into an orgasmic abyss.
His teeth came out to nibble on her bottom lip and then along her jaw. Lowering his hand, he put two fingers back inside her as his thumb took over the assault on her clit. Sucking on her neck, he marked her as his fingers pumped harder and faster. “Come for me, baby. Fly for me.”
