He said nothing, merely grabbed her other hand, then held both together behind her in an unyielding grip that aroused her even more.
Her breathing accelerated. Even without the stimulation to her clit, she still felt a split second from orgasm. And the heat of his body blanketing her back, his free hand moving her long hair off her neck, just before he kissed his way across her sensitive skin . . . Kata shuddered, her senses on overload.
“Please . . .” God, she hated herself for begging, but she couldn’t stop it.
He edged to her side, caressed his way down her spine, rough fingertips sliding over her skin. She trembled, arched into his touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
Hunter made her feel that way, like a goddess. She loved the way he seemed crazy with desire for her.
Suddenly, his touch disappeared. Kata held her breath, expectation thrumming through her. Then thwack! He struck her ass with a solid palm.
She yelped. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I promised to punish you, so I am,” he growled.
Fire began to crawl across the right cheek of her ass, stunning Kata mute. Only the rhythm of Hunter’s hot breaths on her shoulder and his grip on her wrists told her that he remained behind her. Then he slapped her left cheek with equal force.
He repeated the process again. Then again.
Her rear began to throb, become a luscious starburst of sensation. That ache joined the one behind her clit. Need escalated. Her heart slammed into her ribs. Her knees buckled.
Hunter hooked an arm around her waist to hold her upright, his fingers hovering over her pu**y. Kata sucked in a breath in anticipation, but he didn’t touch her, leaving her to dangle at the edge of overwhelming need.
She whimpered. “Oh, God. Please . . .”
“Why should I reward your disobedience by giving you an orgasm?”
“I need it,” Kata admitted with a moan.
“I needed you to strip, and you refused me.”
“You ordered me.”
Hunter’s fingertips drifted down, rubbing light, lazy circles over the hood of her clit, the pressure too light and scattered to do anything but drive her up higher. Kata fisted her hands, trying to thrust her hips against his fingers, praying he’d rub her right into oblivion. But he clutched her hip tightly, controlling her every move.
“As I will again and again. Learn to take direction, and you’ll find I can be very generous. If not . . .”
He let the implication sink in.
Damn him! He might have her in this moment. No way she was going to comply with him twenty-four/seven. She fully intended to repay Hunter for this. Then he could go to hell.
“Stay here,” he barked. “Do not move.”
Kata tensed at his order, spitting mad and scared. She itched to rebel, find some way to have him eating out of the palm of her hand. But if she tried, he’d only withhold orgasm again. And right now, she needed so badly what only he could give her. “I won’t.”
“Answer me properly with a ‘Yes, Sir.’”
Sir? No way . . . That rubbed her independent streak raw. Seriously, payback was going to be a bitch.
Silent moments stretched on, and her body ached, screamed for the release she knew he wouldn’t give her until she cooperated.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she finally choked out, “Yes, Sir.”
“That was slow, and it lacked sincerity, but I’ll let it pass tonight.” He released her wrists. “Turn and face the shower. Brace your hands on the wall in front of you. Spread your legs wider.”
Kata froze, her mind racing. Then slowly, she turned, glancing over her shoulder at Hunter.