Knight's Mistress
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Priming her for the night ahead.
She no longer felt the full impact of his brutal assault on her nipples. She only felt a volatile, white-hot lust: analgesic, incandescent, melting away reason and intellect, preference or choice.
As her breathing escalated, Dominic jerked his head from her grasp and leaned back slightly. ‘Ready, Miss Hart?’
No longer moored in reality, she didn’t hear him. Her eyes were half closed, her swollen nipples were throbbing in time to her heartbeat and skittish pre-orgasmic flutters were beginning to spin out of control.
He smiled. Was six days enough to fully explore his new employee’s hot-blooded passions? Should he change his plans, bring her along? He frowned. That meant moving outside his comfort zone. Not that he wouldn’t be well compensated. Sex on demand didn’t look like it would be a problem for Miss Hart.
A soft whimper interrupted his musing.
Recapturing her nipple in his mouth, he gripped the soft, elastic tissue with his teeth, grasped her other nipple with his free hand and eased his head and hand back by slow degrees until both nipples were stretched and distended. Intensified his focus on her G-spot as well for sure-fire results.
Whimpering in a ragged little cadence, Kate no longer knew if it was pleasure or pain bombarding her brain, the raw sensations overwhelmed by a raging hysteria. Whether it was torment or bliss she was feeling, the result was drenching her sex, stealing her reason, shattering her nerve endings, driving her with churning force towards orgasm.
‘Oh God,’ she panted. ‘Oh God, oh God, oh—’
Her explosive scream shattered the stillness, an all-encompassing, soul-stirring ecstasy invaded her soul. I never knew, I never knew, I never knew it could be this unbelievably good … And she willingly gave herself up to the awesome, can-you-die-from-such-acute-pleasure orgasm that streamed, gushed, poured through her body for so long she ran out of breath to scream.
And was reduced at the end to a purr of contentment.
Then silence.
When she finally opened her eyes, she whispered, ‘I love the whole, entire, indescribably glorious world …’
Easing his fingers from her body, Dominic stood upright and smiled. ‘A dynamite orgasm will do that for you.’
‘You really are good,’ she breathed.
‘You’re really easy to please,’ he pleasantly said. ‘There’s more when you’ve recovered.’
She languorously stretched, smiled. ‘Because you haven’t come.’
‘No. I was thinking of you.’ His blue gaze was benevolent, his voice mild. ‘You’re a natural. We’re going to get along.’
‘Did you think we wouldn’t?’ How could we not after that, she naively thought.
He shrugged. ‘You never know. Although,’ he said with a warm smile, ‘I’m looking forward to the night.’
Maybe it was the look in his eyes rather than his words that caused her alarm. ‘I may not last a whole night,’ she nervously said.
‘I don’t think we have to worry about that.’ He reached out, ran his fingertip leisurely across the underside of one breast, his gaze assessing. ‘I’ve noticed you never wear a bra. You should,’ he said as if they’d been discussing her wardrobe rather than a night of sex.
‘I don’t like bras.’
He knew she didn’t, like he knew everything else about her now that he’d actually read Max’s brief. ‘Nevertheless, we’ll remedy that.’
She frowned. ‘Just a damned minute.’
‘Is it a problem?’
‘Of course it’s a problem.’
‘Well have to work out something then.’
‘I’ve seen your working out something,’ she muttered. ‘For your information, I’m not easily intimidated.’
He laughed. ‘I’m sure you’re not. Still, you’ll look gorgeous in a bra.’ He cupped her breasts. ‘These are stunning.’ They were high, firm, ripe and round; she didn’t need a bra. That wasn’t the point. ‘Maybe blue lace or black – what do you think? Perhaps virginal white.’
She slapped his hands away.
Or she slapped at his hands and he humoured her by complying.
‘We’ll just get a few bras to show off your great tits,’ he said blandly, as if they were discussing choices on a dinner menu. As if she hadn’t just told him no. ‘You won’t need panties,’ he added, as though they’d already agreed on his agenda. He lightly brushed his knuckles over her silky pubic hair. ‘I want you available for fucking. How does that sound? Do you think you’d like to give me unrestricted access to your hot little body – in one of my offices, perhaps, or maybe in a private room at the China Club, or up against a wall somewhere with people walking by ten feet away? Does that interest you?’
She’d clenched her fists on the bar top three sentences ago, he noticed. She was astonishingly easy to arouse; a little nymphet at his beck and call. And fully consenting. He’d given her a chance to leave.
Contemplating her hot, sexually charged green gaze, the flush of arousal pinking her face, he decided, defiance aside, that Miss Hart was primed again. ‘I can keep you for six more days,’ he said, his voice exquisitely soft. ‘You’re not going to sue me. We both know that, don’t we?’ He waited for her reply, a faint smile on his lips. ‘Don’t we?’ he pressed when she didn’t respond. ‘Answer me.’
She no longer felt the full impact of his brutal assault on her nipples. She only felt a volatile, white-hot lust: analgesic, incandescent, melting away reason and intellect, preference or choice.
As her breathing escalated, Dominic jerked his head from her grasp and leaned back slightly. ‘Ready, Miss Hart?’
No longer moored in reality, she didn’t hear him. Her eyes were half closed, her swollen nipples were throbbing in time to her heartbeat and skittish pre-orgasmic flutters were beginning to spin out of control.
He smiled. Was six days enough to fully explore his new employee’s hot-blooded passions? Should he change his plans, bring her along? He frowned. That meant moving outside his comfort zone. Not that he wouldn’t be well compensated. Sex on demand didn’t look like it would be a problem for Miss Hart.
A soft whimper interrupted his musing.
Recapturing her nipple in his mouth, he gripped the soft, elastic tissue with his teeth, grasped her other nipple with his free hand and eased his head and hand back by slow degrees until both nipples were stretched and distended. Intensified his focus on her G-spot as well for sure-fire results.
Whimpering in a ragged little cadence, Kate no longer knew if it was pleasure or pain bombarding her brain, the raw sensations overwhelmed by a raging hysteria. Whether it was torment or bliss she was feeling, the result was drenching her sex, stealing her reason, shattering her nerve endings, driving her with churning force towards orgasm.
‘Oh God,’ she panted. ‘Oh God, oh God, oh—’
Her explosive scream shattered the stillness, an all-encompassing, soul-stirring ecstasy invaded her soul. I never knew, I never knew, I never knew it could be this unbelievably good … And she willingly gave herself up to the awesome, can-you-die-from-such-acute-pleasure orgasm that streamed, gushed, poured through her body for so long she ran out of breath to scream.
And was reduced at the end to a purr of contentment.
Then silence.
When she finally opened her eyes, she whispered, ‘I love the whole, entire, indescribably glorious world …’
Easing his fingers from her body, Dominic stood upright and smiled. ‘A dynamite orgasm will do that for you.’
‘You really are good,’ she breathed.
‘You’re really easy to please,’ he pleasantly said. ‘There’s more when you’ve recovered.’
She languorously stretched, smiled. ‘Because you haven’t come.’
‘No. I was thinking of you.’ His blue gaze was benevolent, his voice mild. ‘You’re a natural. We’re going to get along.’
‘Did you think we wouldn’t?’ How could we not after that, she naively thought.
He shrugged. ‘You never know. Although,’ he said with a warm smile, ‘I’m looking forward to the night.’
Maybe it was the look in his eyes rather than his words that caused her alarm. ‘I may not last a whole night,’ she nervously said.
‘I don’t think we have to worry about that.’ He reached out, ran his fingertip leisurely across the underside of one breast, his gaze assessing. ‘I’ve noticed you never wear a bra. You should,’ he said as if they’d been discussing her wardrobe rather than a night of sex.
‘I don’t like bras.’
He knew she didn’t, like he knew everything else about her now that he’d actually read Max’s brief. ‘Nevertheless, we’ll remedy that.’
She frowned. ‘Just a damned minute.’
‘Is it a problem?’
‘Of course it’s a problem.’
‘Well have to work out something then.’
‘I’ve seen your working out something,’ she muttered. ‘For your information, I’m not easily intimidated.’
He laughed. ‘I’m sure you’re not. Still, you’ll look gorgeous in a bra.’ He cupped her breasts. ‘These are stunning.’ They were high, firm, ripe and round; she didn’t need a bra. That wasn’t the point. ‘Maybe blue lace or black – what do you think? Perhaps virginal white.’
She slapped his hands away.
Or she slapped at his hands and he humoured her by complying.
‘We’ll just get a few bras to show off your great tits,’ he said blandly, as if they were discussing choices on a dinner menu. As if she hadn’t just told him no. ‘You won’t need panties,’ he added, as though they’d already agreed on his agenda. He lightly brushed his knuckles over her silky pubic hair. ‘I want you available for fucking. How does that sound? Do you think you’d like to give me unrestricted access to your hot little body – in one of my offices, perhaps, or maybe in a private room at the China Club, or up against a wall somewhere with people walking by ten feet away? Does that interest you?’
She’d clenched her fists on the bar top three sentences ago, he noticed. She was astonishingly easy to arouse; a little nymphet at his beck and call. And fully consenting. He’d given her a chance to leave.
Contemplating her hot, sexually charged green gaze, the flush of arousal pinking her face, he decided, defiance aside, that Miss Hart was primed again. ‘I can keep you for six more days,’ he said, his voice exquisitely soft. ‘You’re not going to sue me. We both know that, don’t we?’ He waited for her reply, a faint smile on his lips. ‘Don’t we?’ he pressed when she didn’t respond. ‘Answer me.’
