PlaybyPlay (4 page)

Oh, she remembered, all right.

He’d thought she was drunk, and she was, but not so far gone
that she would have a blackout. She’d known exactly what she was saying, what
she was doing.

She hadn’t set out to taunt him, but when she’d glimpsed his
arousal, she couldn’t stop herself. She would never have dared say the things
she’d said had she been sober—had she not been able to blame her impulsive
behavior on the wine the next day. Seth had undoubtedly done the same and
chalked up her strange actions to the alcohol, and it was probably the best for
both of them that he did.

What she’d seen in his eyes before he’d stormed out of her
bedroom had been the same look she’d glimpsed in his eyes that night three
months ago. Had she been sober, he would never have let her challenge go
unanswered, she knew that for certain.

Just as she knew if he ever discovered that she’d lied, that
she knew more about his dark desires than he thought she did, he would make her
pay. And the worst thing about it was that she wanted him to.

* * * * *

Seth waited until he was in the hallway and they were alone
before springing his question on Joshua.

“Has Katherine mentioned to you that she may be aware of how
we spend our time after work?”

Joshua’s eyes rounded and he glanced both ways, as if
someone might hear them even though the hallway was completely empty. “No. And
I’ve never said anything either,” he added quickly.

“I know you haven’t,” Seth reassured him, “but I think she
may have found out anyway.”

“How? You think Aaron?”

“No—”

“What about—”

“I don’t believe anyone’s talked to her,” Seth ran a hand
across his face, “but something she said last night at her home makes me think
our boss has been snooping—”

“Or moonlighting,” Joshua quipped.

The younger man thought he’d just made a joke, but Seth
wondered if Joshua was on to something. Seth just needed to do a little digging
and he would have his answer.

“What are you going to do? You can’t just come out and ask
her.”

Seth shrugged. “I doubt I’ll do anything. What we do is not
a crime, and how we spend our time after work is our business.” Seth turned and
headed down the hallway toward Katherine’s office. He needed to get back before
she got tired of waiting for him and decided to make a break for it. “Besides,
if boss lady is curious, I am more than happy to enlighten her—”

“Kyoto,” Joshua warned, but Seth ignored the young man’s
stern look. Katherine had started this, not him.

“Get back to work, Diaz. I’ll see you later.”

As he walked toward Katherine’s office, Seth mulled over
what Joshua had said. Moonlighting?
Maybe.
Maybe his cold-as-ice bitch
of a boss wasn’t so cold and uptight after all. Maybe she enjoyed the sting of
leather against her flesh, her wrists bound in silk. When he got a moment, he
would ask Sonya, the Red Velvet Rope’s manager and one of the owners, to pull
the records for the past few months. If Katherine had visited the club, he’d
find out. But he had no idea what he’d do with that knowledge if he discovered
she’d visited the club and seen him and Joshua. Even worse, he had no idea what
he’d do if he discovered his taskmaster of a boss was a true sub
,
because
he certainly knew all the Dommes in the city, and she wasn’t one of them.

He ran his hand through his hair and blew out a short
breath. If Katherine was a sub
then that changed the entire game—but
first things first, he had to find out the truth, and then he’d decide what to
do after that.

He stepped into Katherine’s main office but barely took a
step before Michelle blocked his path. Pretty, sweet, efficient, OCD, and
completely type-A Michelle looked as if she was about to unravel at any moment.

“I was just about to page you. I’m so sorry. She slipped out
while you were gone. She must have used her elevator.”

He settled his hands atop the young secretary’s shoulders.
“Thank you, Michelle. It’s fine,” he said in a soothing voice, trying to ease
the storm of worry in the poor girl’s eyes.

“I’ll just wait for her in her office.” Seth strolled
inside, closed the door and locked it for good measure. He didn’t know what
he’d do to Katherine when she returned, but whether she realized it or not,
what she’d said last night had changed things between them. Hell, he hadn’t
realized it himself until now. Katherine knew about him, knew
who
and
what
he was, and still she’d taunted him, teased him last night. Katherine loved
to provoke him and he never reacted, but this time was different.

The restraint and control he was so known for began to
loosen, unleashing a dark current of need and lust tinged with the edge of
domination. The sexual tension beat through his body, making him restless, and
his cock hardened within the confines of his pants. He closed his eyes, his
breaths jagged and uneven as he imagined every sinfully erotic punishment he
could bestow upon Katherine until he had her complete, irrevocable, sweet
surrender.

With desire hammering harder and faster inside him, he
crossed the room to her couch. She couldn’t have gone far and she wouldn’t be
gone long. He sat down on the black leather couch in her office with a direct
view to her elevator and waited.

* * * * *

Katherine knew she was in deep shit the moment she saw
him—all corded fury sitting on her couch. His normally even temper was gone,
and she could feel the sensual beast lurking just beneath the surface.
Something was different about Seth—
very
different. She recognized the
look in his eyes and her heartbeat quickened at the promise of erotic
punishments blazing in the depths of his golden gaze.

“I can explain,” she said in a rush, “I just went to the
basement to pull a copy of the most recent financial log—”

“What? You couldn’t have someone bring it to you?” He stood.
“Or fax it up here? Email it to you? Michelle could have even gotten it for
you.” He stalked over to her. “But no, you had to leave your office because I
told you not to. Because you wanted to prove that you could and you couldn’t
resist rubbing it in my face because you knew it would piss me off. And you
live to piss me off, don’t you Katherine?”

Oh God.
That look in his eyes—it was growing more
intense by the second. She swallowed. He came to a stop before her but she held
her ground, thrusting her chin in the air even as her stomach did tiny
flip-flops.

Her defiant gesture didn’t go unnoticed—he lifted one brow
above those arrogant almond-shaped eyes of his.

“What am I going to do with you, Katherine?” He inched
closer. “What do you think I
should
do with you? What would you
like
me
to do with you?” His voice dipped low. “
To
you?”

“I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“No? I think you do. Last night, you said some things—do you
remember what you said, Katherine?”

She shook her head quickly. “I was drunk, I don’t remember a
thing.” She spun around to face her desk and started toward the other side so
that he wouldn’t glimpse the lie on her face, but he stopped her before she
could take even one step.

He spun her back around, trapping her against the edge of
her desk with his body.

“Seth—”

“Shhh.” He placed a finger to her lips, halting her words.
“I think you remember everything you said last night. Every. Single. Word.”

She sucked in a breath, fighting for air when his hands slid
beneath her skirt, past her stockings and garters to the bare flesh of her
thighs. She should have been outraged. She should have slapped his face at his
audacity and demanded he take his hands off her right now. She did none of
those things as she bit back a ragged moan and liquid heat pooled between her
legs, her breasts now full and heavy with the weight of her desire.

He watched her, his eyes never leaving her as his hands
worked their way higher and higher.

She fought for her sanity as she struggled to gain control
of the situation and made one last futile attempt to stop him.

“Seth, I-I—”

He immediately silenced her with the press of his lips to
hers. His mouth was insistent, demanding, not coaxing but forceful as he pushed
his tongue inside to claim her. She shuddered against him, unable to battle the
desire pumping through her veins. He tasted of all man and sin as he stroked
his tongue in and out of her mouth, tasting her, devouring her.
Oh God.
She
felt as if she were in heaven. She wrapped her arms around him, her pussy
clenching with tiny tremors of need when the hard bulge in his pants dug into
her belly.

His hands made their way to her ass and he cupped the
rounded globes, rocking her against his erection as he rotated his hips,
grinding against her. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, now
mindless with pleasure as the bulge in his pants brushed against her swollen
clit.

He kept the pressure against her clit, his heavy cock
digging into her, against her, and her legs started to shake as her body began
to tremble.

He wrenched his lips from hers to stare down into her face,
his dark gaze boring into her.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

He worked his hips harder and faster, his hot erection
pulsing through his pants against her wet flesh. “I want to see you come,
Katherine. I want to see you come right here on your desk against my cock.”

“Oh God,” she moaned, her breathing ragged. His words
sparked something deep inside her and she gasped as her head fell back.

He kissed her neck, his lips brushing against her throat
when he whispered, “That’s it, baby, come for me, drench my cock with your
pussy juices.”

His words triggered her release and she was powerless
against the onslaught of pleasure as she exploded into seemingly thousands of
tiny little pieces. Coming on a hoarse cry, she buried her face into his
shoulder, her body quivering against his.

He held her until she quieted, but now that her climax had
passed she wasn’t sure what she should do. What had gotten into her? Hell, the
both of them? It was as if something invaded their bodies, to the point where
they lacked any sense of reason, any measure of control.

She lifted her head, afraid of what she would see in his
eyes.

He smiled down at her. “Better?”

She nodded numbly, her mind still cloudy after her orgasm.

“Good, because now that I’ve pleasured you, it’s time that I
punished you.”

“What?” Her eyes snapped open wider as he scooped her into
his arms. Her foggy brain cleared instantly, and when he settled onto the couch
with her draped across his lap, her ass high in the air, she soon understood
what he meant by punishment.

“Seth Kyoto—release me right now,” she demanded as she
struggled wildly against him, but she was no match for him. He simply flattened
his hand against her back and held her down while he worked her skirt up her
body until it was bunched at her hips.

“Seth, stop this right now.” She bucked against him, and
then became desperate when she still couldn’t get out of his grasp. “I swear I
will fire you—”

“You can fire me, but that still won’t stop me from spanking
you.”

To emphasize his point he brought the palm of his hand down
against her bare ass. She screamed in response as tiny needles of pain fanned
out across her backside.

“I suggest you bite your tongue unless you want Michelle to
know what I’m doing to you in here.”

She twisted around long enough to shoot angry knives at him
with her eyes. “I hate you.”

His smile was arrogant but he said nothing. Instead he
whacked the hell out of her ass, forcing her head back around. By the seventh
whack she was whimpering in pain, with her face buried in her hands to keep
from crying out. And yet, beneath the sharp edge of pain hovered something
else, a physical reaction that she didn’t want to examine too closely.

She lost track of how many times he slapped her ass. It felt
like forever, though it couldn’t have been more than a minute. She breathed a
sigh of relief when he stopped, his hand gently massaging her flesh instead of
striking it. His soft touch soothed her, causing the dull throb of pain to give
way to a slow ache between her thighs.

He turned her over so that she was seated on his lap and
cupped her face, his fingers tender as he wiped away the crystalline droplets
on her cheeks that had fallen against her will.

“Do you promise to obey my commands from here on out?”

She pursed her lips into a tight line. He may have spanked
the hell out of her ass, but she still didn’t think she would ever be able to
promise that, even if it meant he’d spank her again.

“I’ll only punish you again,” he said as if he’d heard her
thoughts.

“Well, you’ll just have to do what you have to do, now won’t
you?” she snapped before she could stop herself, before she could remember who
she was talking to.

His eyes darkened as his hands tightened around her thighs
and she watched him warily. She hadn’t meant that as a challenge, but Seth
would never it see it that way.

“You have a meeting in twenty minutes so you should probably
freshen up.” He lifted off the couch, standing them both to their feet.

As she walked over to her private bathroom, she thought she
was off the hook, that he’d let her comment go, but his next words revealed she
was very much mistaken.

“We’ll finish this tonight,” he said and she stared after
him as he slipped out of her office, the door closing behind him with a
purposeful thud.

Chapter Three

Katherine could get used to this, she thought with a wry
smile. Seth, preparing dinner, that was. Him in her home? Guarding her every
move? She could do without.