Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(103)
Putting a knee up on the table, Rachel moved the short distance necessary to be standing on her knees in front of Dana’s face. Gripping the pink cock, she feathered it up over Dana’s lips.
“I want you to get it slick. I’m going to add lubricant, but you’re going to get it started.”
Dana’s lips parted, and Rachel pushed inward, slow, stopping when she came close to the back of Dana’s throat. The woman took over from there, easing down further, licking and giving the moist heat of her mouth to the toy. As she did, the same submissive training that had Rachel getting aroused so quickly, so soon after the last climax, obviously gripped Dana as well. Her body twitched, hips lifting. Matt had the premium view again, seeing the treasure between Dana’s legs.
No, not just him. Rachel had been focused on Dana, but she realized every man at the table had moved into a position to enjoy the show. Chairs had been adjusted into a semi-circle at this end. Rachel tugged on the tether, bringing Dana a few steps toward the center of the table, giving her room to move behind her on her knees and still be on the mat. She dropped the tether, then guided it back between Dana’s knees. She wrapped and secured it around the belt holding Dana’s legs together above the knee. When she tightened it, Dana had to drop her head lower, dip her chin toward her chest.
“Damn, Jon,” Lucas murmured. “She’s giving me some good ideas of what to do to Cass tonight.”
“No one can imagine better than a submissive what another submissive craves,” Matt noted.
Jon was silent, but Rachel saw that was because he was watching everything she was doing on a different level from the others. He was gauging not only what she was doing, but why, and how it affected her, how it felt. She was the center of his attention. Her self-consciousness melted away. She was feeling stronger, more powerful. Wanting to drive not only his desire, but that of everyone else at the table. Including herself.
Was this a hint of what he felt, what all the Doms felt, when they commanded the pleasure of their subs? If so, it was a place she liked visiting for that understanding. Even as she had no doubt she’d always want to be on the other side of that coin, receiving that drive to dominate, to have her pleasure controlled and directed.
But she hadn’t left that realm, even now. The building power and pleasure within her were under the umbrella of his Dominance, and that of the other men in the room.
She used the tube of lubricant that had been provided, making sure the strap-on would slide into Dana comfortably. Placing her hands on the woman’s curved buttocks, she stroked. Remembering Jon’s touch and now wondering if it had been a suggestion, a hint, she played with Dana’s rim, and received a jerk of titillating response.
“You like that?” she purred, and Dana nodded her head, as much as the taut tether allowed, which wasn’t much.
“Sometimes,” Rachel said, in a breathless voice, “A good girl does dream about taking the bad girl down. Making all her toughness go away, become soft. Something to care for and cuddle. Hold.”
Dana licked her lips, and wondrously, a tremor ran through her. Rachel ran her fingers down the valley of her spine like she was playing a piano’s keys, all the way to Dana’s neck and back again.
“Give yourself to me,” Rachel said. “I want to be inside you, Dana.”
Dana lifted her hips in mute answer. Rachel fitted the head of the toy against her opening. Easing, easing, no problem at all. She sank deep, Dana obviously well-versed in anal, though the groan that broke from her mauve lips was gratifying. Rachel gripped her hips, thrust a little deeper, then she withdrew almost all the way, past the second ring of muscles, at the edge of the first, before she reversed course.
That got a definite response. Something like a small shriek, another quiver of reaction. So she did it again. And again. Really slow, fascinated by the odd cries that came from Dana at the sensations, different but no less intense than when her cunt was being stimulated. Her nipples were hard points, and Rachel curved over her to caress and tweak them, knowing if they were like hers, they’d still be highly sensitive from the clamps they’d worn most of the session.
Dana cursed but pushed against her, so Rachel thrust deep again. Then started her slow withdraw and thrust torture. Dipping her hand down, she found Dana was soaking wet, likely dripping on the mat. Rachel had a fine sheen of sweat on her own body, but she could also feel her own arousal gathered like dew on her cunt beneath the strap-on, her clit throbbing beneath the pressure.
“Gentlemen, I think it’s time we take that break. Thank you, Peter and Jon. For sharing two such incomparable slaves with us tonight.”
Matt’s voice came from her right. Savannah’s Master surprised her by curling his hand in her hair and tipping her head back to stare into his dark eyes before he brushed a kiss on her forehead. “Well done,” he murmured.
Lucas likewise dropped a kiss on her shoulder, followed by Ben, on her hip. Dana was given similar caresses. Peter released the belt above Dana’s knees, untying the tether from it before he handed the belt back to Matt. The man took it, nodded to Jon, and then withdrew with the other two, leaving just Peter and Jon in the room with her and Dana.
Rachel closed her eyes, a shudder of pleasure going through her as Jon’s hands closed over her hips. This time it was him controlling her movements, drawing her all the way out, then reversing so she pushed back in, Dana crying out.