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Knight

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My legs trembled and my womb contracted.
“Knight –” His name trembled too.
“You do not,” he clipped, “wanna make me say it again.”
I held his eyes and he held mine.
I pushed it, for him.
Then his arms started to uncross as his body started to move and I dropped my purse and keys to the floor.
Then, eyes still on his, I lifted my skirt slowly and hooked my fingers into my panties. Then I pushed them down, they fell down my legs, the silk and lace flitting across my already sensitive skin as they dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of them and curled my fingers in the black silk of my dress, biting my lip and pulling it over my head.
When it fell from my fingers to the floor, Knight barked, “Study,” turned and stalked away.
I walked on shaking legs to the study.
Okay, all right.
Okay, all right.
Evidence was suggesting I bit off more than I could chew.
I walked into the warm woods and golden tans of his office, straight to the desk, breathing heavily and hoping I knew what the heck I was doing.
Our safe word was giraffe. In all the time we’d been together, I’d never considered using it. And Knight frequently got inspired. I’d been gagged with a scarf and tied spread-eagled to his bed. I’d gone down on him in his steam room off the bathroom. He’d f**ked my face and my pu**y while I was strapped on all fours to his bed.
And I’d loved every minute.
This, he was so angry, that vibrating heat unrelenting, I was worried.
Maybe I should have let him in on the fact that Viv was with us. He liked her, trusted her and said she had a good head on her shoulders.
Shakily, I positioned and I did it carefully. Torso to his desk. Ass out. And I made sure my legs were as wide as I could get them comfortably. That was how Knight liked me, always. With training, I’d learned to do that automatically when asked. I didn’t want to forget now.
I heard him come back and I pressed my lips together as I pressed my cheek to some papers on his desk. Then I rolled my lips.
I felt a light breeze and heard a soft whoosh as something hit the desk beside me but I didn’t dare look.
Then nothing.
I waited, deep breathing but failing to calm my escalating panic.
More nothing.
When I was about to say something, tell him Viv was with us, even tell him this was his birthday present, his hand suddenly was between my legs, pulling up rough yet gentle, like Knight could do. I gasped. Then I felt something I didn’t know what it was trailing across my bottom.
“You earned the strap tonight, baby.” I heard him say softly.
Oh God.
Oh God!
Well, at least it wasn’t the cane. I wasn’t ready for that yet. Viv said it hurt like a mother.
The thing on my behind kept stroking as Knight cupped me between my legs and he went on. “This one’s brand new. All for you. Break you in while you break it in,” he muttered.
Then his hand went away and that thing, what I knew was the strap, glided between my legs.
My eyes closed because that felt nice.
“Let’s get you ready,” Knight whispered and my eyes opened.
Then the strap was gone and his hand was between my legs, two fingers thrusting up, tight and hard and I cried out in shock and something else altogether.
“Drenched,” he growled. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s fingers.”
Oh God. I wanted that.
So I did it.
“Harder, Anya, you gotta be ready to take your strap.”
I moved faster, harder, grinding into his fingers and this went on a while, a scary, crazy, hot while until I was whimpering.
“Stop,” he ordered but continued to thrust into me. “Stay still,” he kept ordering while finger f**king me. “You do not move unless it’s to jump to the strap. You do not, under any circumstances, come. No matter what I do to you, baby. You whisper ‘Daddy’ if you think you’re gonna come. Other than that, you do not speak unless I ask you something directly. Then you answer immediately. And you know how I want your answer, Anya. You get more if I have to remind you. Now do you get me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His fingers stopped thrusting, they started rubbing hard at my clit, I whimpered and he whispered, “Good, baby.”
Then his hand went away and in short order I knew exactly what Viv was talking about.
This was good. Better than his hand spanking me. It was awesome.
The strap stung, no doubt about it. My ass jumped, I winced. And the sound of the crack against my flesh only made things better. But like when he used his hand, Knight never brought it down in the same place twice in quick or even close succession. And he also slapped it across my thighs.
Every blow, the strap bit in, and the sting radiated out, the pain and sting traveling right between my legs until I was consistently whimpering with need. But as sharp as the sting was, the pain was fleeting and since he didn’t cover the same area repeatedly, it stayed fleeting.
He stopped and his hand thrust between my legs.
“Rub against that, hard, take yourself close,” he ordered and I did what I was told and I did it until I was close and then I moaned, “Daddy.”
He stopped and the strap was back at me. More sting. More fire. My legs were quaking, my ass jumping.
Then his hand between my legs.
“Up Anya, stay facing the desk. Fast, baby.”
I pushed myself up and felt his body close behind me.
“You aren’t done and you do not come until I give it to you. Yeah?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed.
Then he was moving and I felt his hands working at the front and behind me then I felt something smooth curling around me between my legs from ass to belly, tight. Then it was rubbing back and forth, gentle, quick, the friction, it worked me, separating me until it was right there and my head fell back as I moaned.
Knight’s lips came to my ear. “You like your strap?”
Oh yeah. I liked my strap. Fuck yeah.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Take the ends, back and front, rub yourself. Do not come. Stop if you think you will.”
I nodded and found the ends of the strap, back and front.
“Hold them tight, baby,” Knight ordered, I obeyed and he pressed his back to mine as his hands moved on me.
Oh God. This was good. This was unbelievably good.
I worked the strap as Knight’s hands moved on me, all over me and his mouth worked my neck.
Then I took myself close, mouth panting, and I stopped.
“My baby, bein’ good,” Knight murmured against my neck. “Give it time, come down and then keep going.”