Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(101)

A strap-on? She was a sub, through and through. Rachel wasn’t sure if she could do that. Not the way Dana had done it, taking command of Rachel’s senses so easily.

“Rachel, come replenish the drinks before you teach Dana a lesson,” Matt said.

Jon’s hand was at her elbow, helping her to her feet. She looked at him, and he bumped her with his body as he nodded toward the bar. “Take care of them, and we’ll go from there,” he said quietly.

In short, trust him. Trust the situation.

As Rachel brought everyone a new drink, she realized Matt hadn’t requested that merely out of a desire to see a naked woman waiting on them again. Every Dom’s attention was upon her, appraising the steadiness of her movements, her strength. Her limbs were quivering a bit from the repeat orgasms, the stressful pleasures of the evening, but as she imagined the second part of Ben’s scenario, Jon inside her while she was inside Dana, and Dana straddling Peter’s cock, the flipflop of her stomach told her she still had fuel to give. So she tossed back her hair, and showed them that she wanted more.

Because she did. Which just proved she really was crazy.

When she brought Jon the refill of his drink, he’d retrieved the needed toy from somewhere. A curved, sleek pink dildo in a matching harness.

“It’s like guns these days. Fake dicks can come in girl colors,” Ben said.

“They shoot and fuck just as well as the manly-looking ones,” Lucas responded.

“Technically, some fake dicks can shoot, too. Jon’s made a couple good ones like that. Hasn’t he, Rachel?” Ben said.

“Yes, sir,” she responded immediately. “They’re wonderful. But I prefer him.”

“Now you’re just being nice to him,” Ben teased her. “We know boy genius’s inventions could put average dicks out of business.”

“There are none of those in this room,” Dana said staunchly.

“Kiss ass,” Ben told her. “They can see the truth in the mirror. Unless it’s one of those magnified ones.”

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” Jon ordered her, shrugging off the byplay, though she noticed an amused glint in his eyes. When she complied, he fitted the straps over her hips, between her legs. “When it’s time for me to be inside you, I’ll be getting that strap between your legs out of the way, but at that point you’ll be deep inside Dana and won’t need that stabilizing point.”

She wet her lips. “Yes, sir.”

Reaching up, he caressed her cheek. “Do you understand how to put it in her ass without hurting her?”

“Go slow. Don’t push, ease. And lubricate. I’m nervous,” she admitted in a whisper. “I’m not sure how to do it…like a Dom would.”

Jon stood, framing her face with both hands now. He tipped her chin so she was looking up at him. “You’re not a Dom, Rachel. You’re being ordered to fuck her by a Dom. Will you follow Ben’s commands? And mine?”

“Yes. Always.” She just wanted it to be pleasurable for Dana. But then she remembered how, when she was kissing Dana, or when their bodies were rubbing against one another, instincts had taken over, instinct and need. It would be all right. She just had to set her nervousness aside.

“You won’t need these now.” He eased off the nipple clamps, and massaged the tingling buds with his fingers as she swayed at the reaction. When he gathered her to him, she leaned against his body, her forehead to his shoulder, as he eased out the plug. Someone took it from him, because then he pressed his open palm against her lower back.

“Good girl. Now, walk over to Peter. He’ll give you her hand, and, from there forward until we say otherwise, you’re in charge of her.”

She moved in Peter’s direction. As she walked, she was conscious of the strap-on that had been bound against her, the pull of the straps over her hips and thighs as the phallus gently bobbed with her movements. It gave her a peculiar feeling, looking down at it just above the crevice between her legs. It rubbed against her clit in a distracting way.

When she reached Peter, she saw he’d removed Dana’s nipple jewelry as well, so she assumed he’d also taken out the plug. Lifting his hands from Dana, he laid them on the arms, clearing the field as Rachel reached forward tentatively and closed her hand on Dana’s. “Come with me onto the table,” she said, her voice soft.

Dana complied, rising from Peter’s lap with his help, her hands reaching for Rachel to hold onto her as she shifted and scooted onto the table. She stayed there, lifting a hand to seek and then find a strand of Rachel’s hair, twining it around her fingers playfully. “Where do you want me?”

“Matt’s end of the table,” Jon provided the answer to Rachel. “I’ll take you from a standing position. Peter will figure out how to get Dana on top of him.” He flashed a grin in Peter’s direction as Peter’s lips twisted with wicked confidence.

“I think I can manage that. My bad girl is easy to lift.”

Rachel was figuring out the logistics of how to get Dana to the other end when Peter produced a tether. “Attach it to her collar and walk her around on hands and knees,” he instructed. “Take the long way. I want to watch.”

Rachel took the leash in nerveless fingers and hooked it to Dana’s collar, the woman lifting her chin to make it easier. Rachel stroked her fingers through the waterfall of chains, whispered over the St. Christopher’s medal, and felt the weight of her own collar on her own throat.