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Knight's Mistress

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‘Dominic, please,’ she whispered.
‘Soon, Katherine. You know it’s always better when you wait.’ Reaching around her, he lightly flicked the pearls, and as she sucked in her breath at the fierce stimulation, he warned, ‘You’re not allowed to come yet. If you do, I won’t fuck you. Do you understand?’
A shuddering gasp. She nodded.
‘We have to work on your restraint issues, Katherine. Soon, you’ll find it easier to control your urges. I’m going to suck on the tips of your nipples now. You have to resist coming. Say, yes, I understand.’
‘Yes, I understand,’ she breathed, gripping the arms of the chair tightly, her spine rigid.
Moving around to the front of the chair, he spread her thighs, knelt between them, unhooked the front closure on the bra and watched her breasts burst from their bindings with a quiver. ‘Is that more comfortable?’
She wanted to scream and swear, punch him black and blue, but she wanted him to fuck her a thousand times more. So she said, ‘Yes,’ because she was dying to have him inside her, now, ten minutes ago, yesterday and the day before. For that irresistible, fathomless, unrivalled pleasure she’d do and say whatever he wanted.
‘Unclasp your fingers so I can take off this bra.’
She instantly obeyed.
‘How docile you’ve become,’ he said gently, tossing aside the bra. ‘I’m pleased. You’ll be rewarded soon. But not until I give you permission. You must learn better control. Now put your hands in your lap and sit up straight.’ His fingers closed over the diamond clips and he lifted slightly.
She whimpered and stretched her spine.
‘There.’ He dropped his hands. ‘Now you’re sitting up properly. That didn’t hurt, did it?’
The streaking thrill had gone straight down to her stomach, curled through her clit with such force she was left panting. She shook her head.
‘I didn’t hear you.’
‘No,’ she whispered, quivering.
‘Do you feel like coming when I pull on your nipples?’
His voice was soft as a caress. Would he let her come? ‘Yes,’ she answered. ‘Very much.’
‘Even if I were to bite your nipples? Would that make you come?’
She could almost feel his teeth on her flesh, her body aching for his touch. ‘Yes, even then,’ she said on a suffocated breath.
‘You obviously want to come.’ He gently circled her areola with the tip of his finger.
‘Yes, yes.’ Frantic, desperate, so wet with longing she could feel the tiny trickle slide from her body.
‘I’m afraid you’re not quite obedient enough to reward yet. You must stop squirming and’ – he sighed softly – ‘you’re ruining that chair.’
Every muscle in her body was tense; she didn’t know if she could control her orgasm. ‘Dominic, I need to come!’
He leaned forwards, looked into her hot, lustful eyes. His sudden smile was beautiful and pitiless. ‘What makes you think that matters to me?’
Her shoulders sagged. ‘How long?’ Her voice was ragged, her eyes smarting with tears.
‘It’s up to you. Patience, Katherine.’ Bending his head, he lightly licked the swollen tip of her nipple compressed under the diamond turnbuckle, then slowly sucked the sensitive, bruised flesh until it stood out prominently, gradually increasing the pressure.
She whimpered. ‘I want to come.’
He lifted his head. ‘Not yet.’ He tightened the nipple clamp a half turn.
She gasped at the raw intensity, began to shake, fought against her swelling climax.
Dominic watched her heroic effort to stem her orgasm, anticipated with pleasure schooling the volatile passions of the insatiable Miss Hart. ‘One more nipple,’ he murmured, lowering his head. ‘And then we’ll see whether you deserve to come.’
She moaned as his mouth closed around her nipple, made a small little helpless sound as he sucked hard enough to coax the tender tip into a hard, stiff point. ‘May I come now?’ she gasped, her breasts heavy and swollen, her nipples throbbing, her body desperate for release.
He raised his head, ran his fingers over the swell of her breasts, flicked the pearls with his fingertips. ‘In ten minutes.’
Her eyes snapped open. ‘I’ll do it myself!’
He grabbed her hands, held them against her thighs, looked at her steadily and calmly. ‘Ten minutes, Katherine, or you won’t come at all.’
She uttered a little despairing cry. ‘You can’t mean it!’ The throbbing between her legs was a deep, raw ache.
‘Of course I mean it.’ He smiled thinly. ‘Now put your hands in your legs. Do it, Katherine. You don’t seem to be willing to learn. Are you telling me you don’t want to come?’
She quickly obeyed.
‘Now, don’t move,’ he murmured, gently touching her inner thighs, spreading them wider with his fingers. He carefully parted the soft folds of her moist sex. His fingers closed over her swollen, throbbing clit.
Her back arched, she moaned, pushed against his fingers.
‘Do. Not. Move.’ He emphasized each word with a sharp tap on her clit.
She stifled the expletive that rose to her lips, so close to climaxing, her nerve endings were tingling.
‘Very good,’ he said quietly. ‘You’re learning.’ He slid his fingers over her hard, tiny nub, slowly, deliberately, softly, giving her what she liked.