Knight's Mistress
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She gasped. Really, she couldn’t help it. He – it – was magnificent. Astonishing. The wild drumbeat of arousal reached crescendo pitch, she melted inside and whispered, ‘Ohmygod.’ Reaching down between her legs where he and his glorious cock were standing tall, she ran her fingertips over the swollen head of his towering erection. Stroked the sleek, turgid flesh, circled the flaring flange once, twice before he stopped her, gently cuffing her wrist with his thumb and middle finger. ‘If you want me to entertain you first,’ he murmured, ‘we’d better take a pass on this.’
‘You’re sure you don’t mind me being selfish?’
‘Not at all.’
‘Oh, good,’ she said with relief, ‘because – look.’ She held out her trembling hands.
It was the most erotic gesture he’d seen in a very long time and for a moment he didn’t know whether to be delighted or apprehensive. But he didn’t think about it long because he was here for entirely selfish reasons.
‘Give me your hands.’ He spoke gently; she was clearly on the brink. Taking her hands, he placed them on his shoulders. ‘Hang on, now. Legs too.’ Wrapping her legs around his waist, he slipped his palms under her bottom, lifted her off the bar, shifting his hold so he was supporting her thighs with his forearms and moved towards the window walls.
The head of his erection was nudging her cleft as he walked to the windows, each easy stride deepening his penetration, the pressure on her G-spot increasingly intense. ‘I can’t wait! Hurry!’
He abruptly halted. ‘Don’t give me orders,’ he said gruffly.
She dragged in a breath because his thick cock was lodged snugly against that most tender, swollen bundle of nerves and the sweet pleasure was beginning to peak. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Just – please …’
Readjusting his grip, he eased the pressure on her G-spot because he refused to take orders and he needed to make that clear. ‘We need some ground rules.’
‘How did you do that?’ she asked breathlessly. Even her clit had stopped pulsing.
‘What?’
She flicked a glance downwards. ‘That miracle switcheroo. My brain is functioning again.’
He smiled. ‘Lots of practice.’ Then his smile faded. ‘We have to talk.’
‘Oh God, you’re going to stop because I pissed you off.’
‘Maybe, maybe not. It depends. Why didn’t you leave when I gave you the chance?’
‘Because you’re hot in every way that matters. You can’t say you don’t know that. Every woman who gets this close to you must feel the same way.’ Another of those downward glances. ‘And if you think you can talk me into leaving when you’re halfway inside me and I’m dying for another orgasm …’ She gave him a hopeful look, a really sweet smile. ‘Could we stop talking now? I promise to listen later – truly I will.’
He stared at her for a moment, as if she’d just landed from Mars and he wasn’t sure if she was friend or foe. Then he slowly exhaled. ‘What the hell am I going to do with you?’
‘For starters, don’t put me down yet, if you don’t mind,’ she said quickly, feeling as though things might be going her way. ‘I’m kinda in a fuzzy limbo right now. And second, I’m hoping for another orgasm ASAP – again – only if you don’t mind.’
He laughed and she felt it in a nice little buzz that stroked her libido just the tiniest bit. ‘How about I promise not to ever, ever give you an order.’
‘It’s not just that.’ He paused long enough to make her nervous before he continued in a carefully modulated tone that you’d use to tell someone that their puppy died. ‘Look,’ he said with a long-suffering sigh. ‘I can do vanilla sex. I just don’t know how long I can do it. And at that point, I’m not sure I can trust myself with—’ He stopped.
‘Someone like me.’
‘Yes. I have control issues. You know that.’
‘And you’ve been doing the should I, shouldn’t I, ever since—’
‘Palo Alto. And I don’t even believe in the word virtue for all the obvious reasons, but I’ve been trying. You’re really young and inexperienced, but unfortunately, you’re also irresistible. And I’m used to taking what I want.’
‘If it helps, you’re preaching to the choir. You’re sizzling hot in a thousand different ways not even counting your extravagant lifestyle and’ – she grinned – ‘I want you bad. Not to mention, you can stay hard’ – she wiggled her hips – ‘apparently for ever.’
‘Not for ever.’ His brows flickered in amusement. ‘Only until you’ve had enough.’
‘Ummm – I like the sound of that. Aren’t your arms getting tired?’
He smiled. ‘You don’t weigh much.’
‘Jeez, how sweet is that? Not that you don’t have your weird side, but maybe we all do. Did I mention I have my own AK-47 that my gramps bought for me on my sixteenth birthday?’
‘No, you didn’t.’ He looked amused. ‘Should I be worried?’
‘Uh-uh, I like you.’ Her smile was part sweet and part flirty. ‘So do you want to go for it? Beyond vanilla sex fun and games. For six days starting tomorrow?’
‘My rules.’ He picked up without missing a beat.
‘You’re sure you don’t mind me being selfish?’
‘Not at all.’
‘Oh, good,’ she said with relief, ‘because – look.’ She held out her trembling hands.
It was the most erotic gesture he’d seen in a very long time and for a moment he didn’t know whether to be delighted or apprehensive. But he didn’t think about it long because he was here for entirely selfish reasons.
‘Give me your hands.’ He spoke gently; she was clearly on the brink. Taking her hands, he placed them on his shoulders. ‘Hang on, now. Legs too.’ Wrapping her legs around his waist, he slipped his palms under her bottom, lifted her off the bar, shifting his hold so he was supporting her thighs with his forearms and moved towards the window walls.
The head of his erection was nudging her cleft as he walked to the windows, each easy stride deepening his penetration, the pressure on her G-spot increasingly intense. ‘I can’t wait! Hurry!’
He abruptly halted. ‘Don’t give me orders,’ he said gruffly.
She dragged in a breath because his thick cock was lodged snugly against that most tender, swollen bundle of nerves and the sweet pleasure was beginning to peak. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Just – please …’
Readjusting his grip, he eased the pressure on her G-spot because he refused to take orders and he needed to make that clear. ‘We need some ground rules.’
‘How did you do that?’ she asked breathlessly. Even her clit had stopped pulsing.
‘What?’
She flicked a glance downwards. ‘That miracle switcheroo. My brain is functioning again.’
He smiled. ‘Lots of practice.’ Then his smile faded. ‘We have to talk.’
‘Oh God, you’re going to stop because I pissed you off.’
‘Maybe, maybe not. It depends. Why didn’t you leave when I gave you the chance?’
‘Because you’re hot in every way that matters. You can’t say you don’t know that. Every woman who gets this close to you must feel the same way.’ Another of those downward glances. ‘And if you think you can talk me into leaving when you’re halfway inside me and I’m dying for another orgasm …’ She gave him a hopeful look, a really sweet smile. ‘Could we stop talking now? I promise to listen later – truly I will.’
He stared at her for a moment, as if she’d just landed from Mars and he wasn’t sure if she was friend or foe. Then he slowly exhaled. ‘What the hell am I going to do with you?’
‘For starters, don’t put me down yet, if you don’t mind,’ she said quickly, feeling as though things might be going her way. ‘I’m kinda in a fuzzy limbo right now. And second, I’m hoping for another orgasm ASAP – again – only if you don’t mind.’
He laughed and she felt it in a nice little buzz that stroked her libido just the tiniest bit. ‘How about I promise not to ever, ever give you an order.’
‘It’s not just that.’ He paused long enough to make her nervous before he continued in a carefully modulated tone that you’d use to tell someone that their puppy died. ‘Look,’ he said with a long-suffering sigh. ‘I can do vanilla sex. I just don’t know how long I can do it. And at that point, I’m not sure I can trust myself with—’ He stopped.
‘Someone like me.’
‘Yes. I have control issues. You know that.’
‘And you’ve been doing the should I, shouldn’t I, ever since—’
‘Palo Alto. And I don’t even believe in the word virtue for all the obvious reasons, but I’ve been trying. You’re really young and inexperienced, but unfortunately, you’re also irresistible. And I’m used to taking what I want.’
‘If it helps, you’re preaching to the choir. You’re sizzling hot in a thousand different ways not even counting your extravagant lifestyle and’ – she grinned – ‘I want you bad. Not to mention, you can stay hard’ – she wiggled her hips – ‘apparently for ever.’
‘Not for ever.’ His brows flickered in amusement. ‘Only until you’ve had enough.’
‘Ummm – I like the sound of that. Aren’t your arms getting tired?’
He smiled. ‘You don’t weigh much.’
‘Jeez, how sweet is that? Not that you don’t have your weird side, but maybe we all do. Did I mention I have my own AK-47 that my gramps bought for me on my sixteenth birthday?’
‘No, you didn’t.’ He looked amused. ‘Should I be worried?’
‘Uh-uh, I like you.’ Her smile was part sweet and part flirty. ‘So do you want to go for it? Beyond vanilla sex fun and games. For six days starting tomorrow?’
‘My rules.’ He picked up without missing a beat.
