Wallbanger by Sable Jordan

and she lifted
it over his head, dragged it off his arms. Back on the floor, the
moxie she’d gathered going from the bed to the toggle and back fled
in the space between two of her thundering heartbeats. “Is this
necessary, Sir?”
    Arm hooked behind her back, he pulled her
flush against him. “Are you questioning my decision, Princess?” He
smoothed down her skin until his large hand gripped an ass
cheek.
    Kizzie’s breaths came in short puffs,
resolving to review why she responded to him so effortlessly at a
later date. Right now, she wanted the punishment his firm hold
promised. “No, Sir. I…just don’t know if this is your preference or
Sacha’s.”
    “Consider it training for Sacha.” Instead of
the spanking, he patted her lightly on the flank. “Doesn’t mean I
won’t enjoy it. The pants, Princess. I’d like to take a shower and
it’s easier without ‘em.”
    She gulped, stared up at the ceiling while
she worked the button of his jeans. Did he want her to…? “Will I be
expected to bathe Sacha, too, Sir?”
    Gaze moving laterally on a roundabout route
to the floor, she dropped to her knees, tugging the denim and the
boxers down his long legs. His hand steadied on her shoulder when
she lifted on one foot to free him of the pants. She repeated the
process with the other and kept her eyes locked on the wooden
planks beneath her knees, which hurt like hell, incidentally. He
didn’t answer her question, and that only built the anxiety that
his answer would be in the affirmative.
    “Eyes up, sparky,” Xander commanded, and
without thinking Kizzie did as instructed, getting a good long look
at his cock. Her mouth dropped open on a silent gasp, and he
sniggered; chucked her under the chin. “See? You’re a natural. But
close that or I’ll fill it.” With a wink he headed for the
bathroom. “I can handle the shower on my own. Y’did good, Kiz. Go
get dressed. We leave in an hour.”
    The water started before she recovered enough
to get off the floor.
    “Son of a…” she muttered, annoyed that he’d
gotten to her— again —and then dismissed her like it was
nothing— again . She stared at the closed bathroom door, then
turned on her heel and paused, glancing at his phone on the
dresser. Horny or not, she was still an agent, and she was sure
Xander’s mobile was filled with all kinds of key contacts she and
her team could use.
    She crept over to the device, careful not to
touch it, and a closer inspection confirmed her suspicions. Beneath
the darkened display screen she could just make out a biometric
scanner on the lower right corner. A camera lens in the upper left
was probably used for facial or iris pattern recognition, if not
both. It was safe to assume he had it rigged for voice
identification as well.
    She wished her wizard were there to help. He
could hack a satellite. She’d seen him do it.
    “Dammit.” Kizzie fumed. Duquesne was prepared
for every situation. Why else would he leave his phone accessible?
He knew she’d try to check it. He was probably in that shower
laughing his ass off, and she could do nothing but let him.
    As it stood, Xander had all the control in
this game, making it so she was constantly on her guard, reacting.
It was time that changed.
    At the closet, Kizzie pulled a navy suit from
the wardrobe, helping herself to the dresser to find the rest of
the items she’d need. Then, like a good sub, she sat perfectly
straight on the edge of the bed and waited for Sir to come out.
    * * * *
    Towel wrapped around his waist, Xander left
the steaming bathroom and paused. He glanced at his phone,
seemingly undisturbed, and then at the naked woman on his bed.
    “I told you to get dressed.” He smirked. Maybe she wants another spanking….
    She stood and padded to him. “I know, Sir,
but it would please me to dress you first. That is, if it would
please you , Sir.”
    Horrible idea . He’d already been
thinking about her too much, the remnants of his conscience