Knight's Mistress
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Deciding Miss Hart had been suitably gratified, he finally indulged himself. Plunging deeper, he shut his eyes against the sudden, intense, improbable shock of impact and wondered for a moment if he was going to come instantly like some sixteen-year-old kid fucking for the first time. Christ! Panting, he managed to restrain himself for a moment because he wouldn’t allow himself to be so undisciplined. But self-willed or not, he could no longer stop the orgasmic surge building inside him and his climax broke in a teeth-clenched, mind-blowing, seemingly endless seminal flood that filled the lovely Miss Hart to overflowing. And seriously shook his composure.
He could always, always wait.
And mind-blowing was not, and never had been, part of his vocabulary.
Not even when it came to money.
And never with sex.
Fuck.
Exactly the point.
He forced his mind to go blank. There was time enough for introspection once he was done with the hotter-than-hot Miss Hart in six and a half days.
Carrying her over to a sofa because his arms were finally beginning to cramp, he lowered himself to the bright red cushions without dislodging his still rampant cock from the sweetest pussy in Hong Kong – and that was saying a lot with the current supply of marketable sex in the territory. Her head was on his shoulder, her nude form collapsed against his chest. Such lurid vulnerability was a prime aphrodisiac. The clever, competent, smart alecky Miss Hart had given herself up to him with complete abandon.
As she rested in his arms, he lightly stroked her tousled curls. ‘Do you need anything?’ he softly murmured, feeling strangely content. ‘Food, a drink, music – a band?’
She slowly lifted her head from his shoulder, gradually sat up, shifted ever so slightly to fully absorb his indefatigable cock and smiled. ‘What if I said yes to a band?’
‘I’d get one up here.’ He gently flexed his hips. ‘Do you want one?’
A short pause ensued before her eyes opened again. ‘You’re impossibly arrogant, you know,’ she pettishly said, because he’d probably moved like that in a woman a thousand times before.
‘And you’re impossibly sexy,’ he said, ignoring her petulance. He ran a fingertip over her lush bottom lip, then touched it to his mouth. ‘Just tell me what you want and it’s yours.’
‘Keep making me feel this good, and I might just stay. How about that?’ She immediately felt his body stiffen. ‘Or did you mean something else?’ she asked with teasing innocence.
‘Don’t forget,’ he threatened, ‘I know how to use a whip.’
‘But I get to say no. That’s part of the push back.’
‘We’ll see about that.’
‘Hey, you agreed.’
He smiled faintly. ‘Maybe you’ll ask for it. You never know.’
‘I won’t!’
‘Fine. Don’t move.’
‘What will you do if I move?’
‘Nothing, but if you do what you’re told, I’ll make you feel good.’
‘I feel good already.’
‘I’ll make you feel better.’ He tumbled her back on the couch, followed her down, spread her legs, dipped his head and offered her another version of vanilla sex.
His mouth was just as good as his dick at getting her off. He was masterful, his tongue capable of reaching her G-spot and keeping her hovering just short of orgasm for an indefinite period of time. When her body was literally strumming and humming with bliss and she was so jacked up, she could come in under two seconds if he’d let her, she began to seriously think about staying longer than six days. But talk of staying was apparently taboo. He’d gone completely rigid when she mentioned it.
So she was polite and didn’t bring up the subject again and he was polite about vanilla sex and it turned out to be a night of really incredible sex and multiple orgasms all around.
Long before morning, Dominic had begun adjusting his schedule.
He briefly questioned his sanity, but then she whispered, ‘Are you awake?’ and glancing down at the wide-eyed, pink-cheeked woman in his arms, he smiled. ‘You’re going to wear me out.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘No, you’re not.’
‘Well, maybe just a little.’
He rolled over her and settled between her legs in one smooth motion. ‘You’re lucky I like you,’ he said with a grin.
‘Do you really?’
He hesitated a fraction of a second.
But her eyes were huge with entreaty.
He knew what she wanted to hear.
‘Yes, really,’ he whispered.
He might have even meant it.
CHAPTER 11
Shortly before seven, when they were both lying sprawled on their backs breathing hard after another explosive climax, Dominic turned his head, and said quickly before he changed his mind. ‘I have a home here.’
Kate shot him a sideways glance and winked. ‘I already know that. You’re not the only one who has sources of information. I even know all your bank account numbers.’
As if. But he smiled. ‘And I know yours.’
She catapulted up into a seated position and scowled faintly. ‘You can’t.’
‘There’s no privacy in the world, babe.’
‘There better be.’
‘I’m not going to take any of your money, if that’s what you’re worried about.’
‘No, that’s not what I’m worried about,’ she grumbled. ‘You’re just too damned invasive.’
He could always, always wait.
And mind-blowing was not, and never had been, part of his vocabulary.
Not even when it came to money.
And never with sex.
Fuck.
Exactly the point.
He forced his mind to go blank. There was time enough for introspection once he was done with the hotter-than-hot Miss Hart in six and a half days.
Carrying her over to a sofa because his arms were finally beginning to cramp, he lowered himself to the bright red cushions without dislodging his still rampant cock from the sweetest pussy in Hong Kong – and that was saying a lot with the current supply of marketable sex in the territory. Her head was on his shoulder, her nude form collapsed against his chest. Such lurid vulnerability was a prime aphrodisiac. The clever, competent, smart alecky Miss Hart had given herself up to him with complete abandon.
As she rested in his arms, he lightly stroked her tousled curls. ‘Do you need anything?’ he softly murmured, feeling strangely content. ‘Food, a drink, music – a band?’
She slowly lifted her head from his shoulder, gradually sat up, shifted ever so slightly to fully absorb his indefatigable cock and smiled. ‘What if I said yes to a band?’
‘I’d get one up here.’ He gently flexed his hips. ‘Do you want one?’
A short pause ensued before her eyes opened again. ‘You’re impossibly arrogant, you know,’ she pettishly said, because he’d probably moved like that in a woman a thousand times before.
‘And you’re impossibly sexy,’ he said, ignoring her petulance. He ran a fingertip over her lush bottom lip, then touched it to his mouth. ‘Just tell me what you want and it’s yours.’
‘Keep making me feel this good, and I might just stay. How about that?’ She immediately felt his body stiffen. ‘Or did you mean something else?’ she asked with teasing innocence.
‘Don’t forget,’ he threatened, ‘I know how to use a whip.’
‘But I get to say no. That’s part of the push back.’
‘We’ll see about that.’
‘Hey, you agreed.’
He smiled faintly. ‘Maybe you’ll ask for it. You never know.’
‘I won’t!’
‘Fine. Don’t move.’
‘What will you do if I move?’
‘Nothing, but if you do what you’re told, I’ll make you feel good.’
‘I feel good already.’
‘I’ll make you feel better.’ He tumbled her back on the couch, followed her down, spread her legs, dipped his head and offered her another version of vanilla sex.
His mouth was just as good as his dick at getting her off. He was masterful, his tongue capable of reaching her G-spot and keeping her hovering just short of orgasm for an indefinite period of time. When her body was literally strumming and humming with bliss and she was so jacked up, she could come in under two seconds if he’d let her, she began to seriously think about staying longer than six days. But talk of staying was apparently taboo. He’d gone completely rigid when she mentioned it.
So she was polite and didn’t bring up the subject again and he was polite about vanilla sex and it turned out to be a night of really incredible sex and multiple orgasms all around.
Long before morning, Dominic had begun adjusting his schedule.
He briefly questioned his sanity, but then she whispered, ‘Are you awake?’ and glancing down at the wide-eyed, pink-cheeked woman in his arms, he smiled. ‘You’re going to wear me out.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘No, you’re not.’
‘Well, maybe just a little.’
He rolled over her and settled between her legs in one smooth motion. ‘You’re lucky I like you,’ he said with a grin.
‘Do you really?’
He hesitated a fraction of a second.
But her eyes were huge with entreaty.
He knew what she wanted to hear.
‘Yes, really,’ he whispered.
He might have even meant it.
CHAPTER 11
Shortly before seven, when they were both lying sprawled on their backs breathing hard after another explosive climax, Dominic turned his head, and said quickly before he changed his mind. ‘I have a home here.’
Kate shot him a sideways glance and winked. ‘I already know that. You’re not the only one who has sources of information. I even know all your bank account numbers.’
As if. But he smiled. ‘And I know yours.’
She catapulted up into a seated position and scowled faintly. ‘You can’t.’
‘There’s no privacy in the world, babe.’
‘There better be.’
‘I’m not going to take any of your money, if that’s what you’re worried about.’
‘No, that’s not what I’m worried about,’ she grumbled. ‘You’re just too damned invasive.’
