Knight's Mistress
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‘You like that?’
She could hear the smile in his voice, the satisfaction, and on some perversely primal level it gave her pleasure to satisfy him. Not that the quid pro quo wasn’t unbelievable. Breathtaking. Seriously worth the wait.
Unhurried, focused, he massaged her clit, around and around, slowly, gently, perfectly on target, then stroked her G-spot with equal thoughtfulness, watching her from under his lashes, waiting for her to catch that perfect wave.
Her body suddenly went still, her breath caught.
‘Look at me or I’ll stop.’
She heard his soft growl through a red-hot, pre-orgasmic haze. Then the exquisite pressure on her clit disappeared. A fraction of a second passed before the significance of the two actions registered in her fevered brain and another second before her eyelids flew up.
She met Dominic’s smile.
‘Good girl. I want you to look at me when you come. Can you do that?’
‘Do I have a choice?’ A tight-lipped hiss.
Another smile, fainter. ‘I’ll take that as a yes.’
He waited briefly, saw she was in no position to argue, and resumed his gentle stroking.
She saw the flicker of amusement in his gaze, but she was beyond resistance, needing what he could give her, already feeling the sumptuous pleasure rekindle inside her. Her greedy clit quivered in delight, the throbbing between her legs matched the racing beat of her heart, and forced to meet his hard, blue gaze, she yielded to his authority and to the rising frenzy of an imminent orgasm.
‘I want you to understand who’s in charge of your climax the next few days,’ he coolly said. ‘So there’s no misunderstandings.’
While a teeny, tiny part of her brain was telling him to fuck off, the rest of her mind was lit up like a Christmas tree, every pleasure centre blazing bright with feel-good colour, and right now she was willing to promise him anything. ‘Got it,’ she whispered, then gasped, ‘Oh God!’ and began to tremble.
‘Don’t shut your eyes.’
The sharp command coupled with a tap on her clit made her wince.
Made her take notice.
Dominic recognized the effort it took for her to raise her lashes, decided it was time to end this little game. ‘Just so we’re clear. I’m going to be fucking you all night, Miss Hart. If you please me, we’ll make some decisions after that on how to make further use of your skills. We’ll have a job evaluation in the morning, so do your best.’
She felt the first orgasmic ripples surge as she thought of Dominic Knight, cool-eyed and all business in that navy blue pinstripe suit evaluating her sexual competence in the morning. Sucking in her breath, she felt the next powerful wave slam through her body and nervously glanced up at Dominic.
‘You have my permission, Miss Hart,’ he gently said, his fingers buried deep inside her. ‘You may come now.’
As if her body was his to command, as though she had no will, as though she was a slave to raging lust, she uttered a breathless sob and instantly climaxed. For stark moments, the world disappeared, her senses overwhelmed by orgasmic spasms so intense she felt as though she’d been swallowed up in a tidal wave.
Literally gasping, still half dazed, she broke through the surface of illusion, jerked back to reality by a mouth on her nipple. ‘No, no, don’t!’ Swinging her hand up, she tried to push Dominic away, every nerve still shell-shocked.
He brushed her hand down, held her gaze, lifted his brows fractionally – his message clear. Then he bent his head.
She went rigid, not quite sure whether she was fearful or pissed.
Looking up just before his mouth touched her nipple, he grinned. ‘Come on, Miss Hart. Another orgasm can’t be that bad.’
She sniffed. ‘How would you know?’
‘All in good time,’ he murmured, and bent his head.
But he was super-gentle, his tongue soothing her nipple with little tender butterfly licks, his fingertips resting quiescent on her clit, the pressure feather-light. Her spine eased, then her constraint, and short moments later she surrendered to lush sensation, squirmed against the rising heat coursing through her body, uttered a small sigh as Dominic drew the taut peak into his mouth and nibbled lightly. Just nips at first, then little bites and as her breathing began to change, he clasped the tender tip between his teeth and exerted enough force to leave marks.
Her shocked cry quickly altered to a low throaty groan as hot pleasure nullified the sting.
‘Don’t move.’ His strong fingers sank into the soft, pliant flesh of her breast, held her prisoner as he drew her entire jewel-hard nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Hard, deliberately hard, sharply, punishingly, ignoring her whimpers – a predator taking what he wanted by force.
Her protest died in her throat – a casualty of a hot, spiking lust that left her speechless and disturbed. She shouldn’t be responding to such flagrant force. Or such flagrant sensation, a little voice pointed out. Then she heard him whisper, ‘You’re really wet, Miss Hart. Does that mean you like me?’ And she felt her face turn hot.
Even while mortified at her willing response, each authoritative bite of her nipple intensified the decadent, riveting sensations. ‘Damn you,’ she panted in blanket grievance against his authority and her breathless need. Then she sat up, shoved her fingers through his dark, silken hair, dragged his head closer, arched her back and strained against the unspeakable ecstasy.
Forceful and firm, ungentle and methodical, he first sucked the nipple in his mouth at length, then transferred his expertise to the other breast. His fingers also fully engaged.
She could hear the smile in his voice, the satisfaction, and on some perversely primal level it gave her pleasure to satisfy him. Not that the quid pro quo wasn’t unbelievable. Breathtaking. Seriously worth the wait.
Unhurried, focused, he massaged her clit, around and around, slowly, gently, perfectly on target, then stroked her G-spot with equal thoughtfulness, watching her from under his lashes, waiting for her to catch that perfect wave.
Her body suddenly went still, her breath caught.
‘Look at me or I’ll stop.’
She heard his soft growl through a red-hot, pre-orgasmic haze. Then the exquisite pressure on her clit disappeared. A fraction of a second passed before the significance of the two actions registered in her fevered brain and another second before her eyelids flew up.
She met Dominic’s smile.
‘Good girl. I want you to look at me when you come. Can you do that?’
‘Do I have a choice?’ A tight-lipped hiss.
Another smile, fainter. ‘I’ll take that as a yes.’
He waited briefly, saw she was in no position to argue, and resumed his gentle stroking.
She saw the flicker of amusement in his gaze, but she was beyond resistance, needing what he could give her, already feeling the sumptuous pleasure rekindle inside her. Her greedy clit quivered in delight, the throbbing between her legs matched the racing beat of her heart, and forced to meet his hard, blue gaze, she yielded to his authority and to the rising frenzy of an imminent orgasm.
‘I want you to understand who’s in charge of your climax the next few days,’ he coolly said. ‘So there’s no misunderstandings.’
While a teeny, tiny part of her brain was telling him to fuck off, the rest of her mind was lit up like a Christmas tree, every pleasure centre blazing bright with feel-good colour, and right now she was willing to promise him anything. ‘Got it,’ she whispered, then gasped, ‘Oh God!’ and began to tremble.
‘Don’t shut your eyes.’
The sharp command coupled with a tap on her clit made her wince.
Made her take notice.
Dominic recognized the effort it took for her to raise her lashes, decided it was time to end this little game. ‘Just so we’re clear. I’m going to be fucking you all night, Miss Hart. If you please me, we’ll make some decisions after that on how to make further use of your skills. We’ll have a job evaluation in the morning, so do your best.’
She felt the first orgasmic ripples surge as she thought of Dominic Knight, cool-eyed and all business in that navy blue pinstripe suit evaluating her sexual competence in the morning. Sucking in her breath, she felt the next powerful wave slam through her body and nervously glanced up at Dominic.
‘You have my permission, Miss Hart,’ he gently said, his fingers buried deep inside her. ‘You may come now.’
As if her body was his to command, as though she had no will, as though she was a slave to raging lust, she uttered a breathless sob and instantly climaxed. For stark moments, the world disappeared, her senses overwhelmed by orgasmic spasms so intense she felt as though she’d been swallowed up in a tidal wave.
Literally gasping, still half dazed, she broke through the surface of illusion, jerked back to reality by a mouth on her nipple. ‘No, no, don’t!’ Swinging her hand up, she tried to push Dominic away, every nerve still shell-shocked.
He brushed her hand down, held her gaze, lifted his brows fractionally – his message clear. Then he bent his head.
She went rigid, not quite sure whether she was fearful or pissed.
Looking up just before his mouth touched her nipple, he grinned. ‘Come on, Miss Hart. Another orgasm can’t be that bad.’
She sniffed. ‘How would you know?’
‘All in good time,’ he murmured, and bent his head.
But he was super-gentle, his tongue soothing her nipple with little tender butterfly licks, his fingertips resting quiescent on her clit, the pressure feather-light. Her spine eased, then her constraint, and short moments later she surrendered to lush sensation, squirmed against the rising heat coursing through her body, uttered a small sigh as Dominic drew the taut peak into his mouth and nibbled lightly. Just nips at first, then little bites and as her breathing began to change, he clasped the tender tip between his teeth and exerted enough force to leave marks.
Her shocked cry quickly altered to a low throaty groan as hot pleasure nullified the sting.
‘Don’t move.’ His strong fingers sank into the soft, pliant flesh of her breast, held her prisoner as he drew her entire jewel-hard nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Hard, deliberately hard, sharply, punishingly, ignoring her whimpers – a predator taking what he wanted by force.
Her protest died in her throat – a casualty of a hot, spiking lust that left her speechless and disturbed. She shouldn’t be responding to such flagrant force. Or such flagrant sensation, a little voice pointed out. Then she heard him whisper, ‘You’re really wet, Miss Hart. Does that mean you like me?’ And she felt her face turn hot.
Even while mortified at her willing response, each authoritative bite of her nipple intensified the decadent, riveting sensations. ‘Damn you,’ she panted in blanket grievance against his authority and her breathless need. Then she sat up, shoved her fingers through his dark, silken hair, dragged his head closer, arched her back and strained against the unspeakable ecstasy.
Forceful and firm, ungentle and methodical, he first sucked the nipple in his mouth at length, then transferred his expertise to the other breast. His fingers also fully engaged.
