Pushed

He ruined all her grand plans of ignoring him when he came back a hard and hot Master... After mysteriously missing for over two months, the vanilla man of Catherine Woods' not so vanilla dreams turns up at her front door. The news he shares is too incredible to believe, but if she wants to work with him and verify it as fact, he requires her to agree to one thing. "I'll be the man you need me to be. I'm prepared to explore your deepest, darkest fantasies. I want to take you down, put you on your knees, so I can lift you up and praise you after you've pleased me. I'm prepared to fight for the right to do this. You've been the ghost in my bed long enough. It's time you came out of the shadows. It's not going to be easy. It's not going to be gentle or nice, but we both know that's not what does it for you. This is." When she saw the metal collar precariously hanging over two of his fingers, a hot thrill zinged through her. "You've been searching for a place." The steel glinted in the porch light as it slowly swung to and fro. "And here it is. Right where I want you. Wrapped around my fingers." Catherine was prepared for a great many things when Jude Wilde returned, but none of those things included him being transformed into a hard and hot Master. When he was an arrogant, vanilla jerk she could turn him away. Now? Now she wasn't sure whether she was agreeing to be his because she wanted to verify inconceivable facts, or experience the kind of hard he was offering. Jude had been to hell and back. He'd survived and now he was ready to live the kind of life that mattered...with her. He was tired of being haunted by the past he and Cat never got the chance to create. The here and now, that's what he was after. Well that, and a chance at making her his before he needed to tell her the truth. By then, hopefully it would be too late for her to hate him. The only question that remained was would she ever forgive the man who forced her to sacrifice the sister she'd just reconnected with, for the greater good?"I hate you." She growled low in her throat before she bit his shoulder. "No you don't." He let the weight of his body pin her tightly to the wall as he crushed his hips into her. Rocking. Pressing. Grinding. "I...I do." He smiled against the warm and fragrant skin of her neck, whispering, "Hate me some more, pretty girl. Despise me." When her nails raked his back as she wrapped her legs around him, he let out a satisfied breath. This is what he needed. This is what he wanted. "Beg me. Beg me to fuck you hard."