Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(105)
Then that thought and any other disappeared as Jon put his hand on her back, fingers spreading out, conveying heat and demand, so that she bent further over Dana, their two bodies now canted at the same angle, which allowed her Master to stroke between her legs with the tip of his cock. She was wet and ready, and he slid into her cunt, a perfect fit that filled her up. She let out an unsteady breath, a quiet note of sound that matched Dana’s plea.
“I second Peter’s comment. I wanted to be inside you like this, every moment since you entered the building tonight. Since we watched you get undressed in front of the bathroom mirror. All I could think about was you’re mine, and I wanted you now, and always.”
She made a soft moan as he pressed in deeper. His voice became stern to underline his will. Their will. “Your Masters have been generous and allowed you to come. Now you’ll hold off until we’re done.”
Dana bit off a curse, and somehow translated it into “Yes, sir,” though Peter chuckled again.
“Going to get into trouble with that one, Sergeant.”
“I didn’t hear you, Rachel,” Jon said, and thrust deeper.
“Goddess…yes, Master.”
She hadn’t thought she was as close as Dana, but when Jon started to move, and the pressure of his hands and body pushed her into Dana again, so the phallus pressed harder against her clit, she realized she was wrong. Peter and Jon wanted them to work for this one. That ruthless side of the Masters was evident here, albeit cloaked in velvet seduction and caresses.
Peter released Dana’s hip, his other hand still wrapped in the tether. With the free one, he gripped Rachel’s hair, hard, adding to the force of the movements he and Jon were controlling. With the pressure on the tether, Peter was making Dana lift and come back. Her soft cries were starting to build. Rachel wasn’t going to be able to hold out. She, oh Goddess…
Peter and Jon stopped, holding them still, and Jon dropped a kiss on Rachel’s shoulder. “Take a moment to breathe, sweet girl,” he murmured. “Just breathe.”
Once again, she had to admire the men’s ability to coordinate. They had to have made deals with the devil, because no mortal male had this kind of control. Or such synchronicity was as much a part of the charge for them as the sex itself, so they’d dedicated themselves to perfecting it for their own pleasure.
They teased one another unmercifully, but they were one of the most closely-knit group of men she’d ever met. Sometimes they almost didn’t seem to need to communicate in words; they picked up on what each wanted or needed, like a thought that continued in each brain, a thread of connection.
“Like a telepathic wolf pack,” Cass had observed once. Rachel didn’t disagree.
But the men’s bond with one another was intricately tied to the way they shared and protected the women they loved, with an all-encompassing passion and ferocity. It was as much a part of it as the rest.
Tonight only made her more sure of it, though an unexpected spurt of humor shot through her, muddled in the lust, as she remembered how the topic had been addressed on one of their girls’ nights.
“They don’t share women as an entire group unless she’s the one that will belong to one of them forever,” Dana said, when Cass had wondered about it. “Peter told me that.”
“Yeah, but how did that come about?” Cass queried.
“I’m sure it was an executive meeting. Janet has it recorded in the minutes somewhere,” Savannah offered, an amused sparkle in her blue eyes. “Peter proposed that there be a protocol whenever a member of the team chooses his forever sub. Ben seconded, and there was a brief discussion, after which it was agreed that the chosen woman should have at least one over-the-top sexual encounter with all five of them, to make it official. And then, forever after, said woman would be kept insanely safe from everything. Hurricanes to hangnails. The motion passed unanimously before the lunch break.”
Then humor was overwhelmed by pure sensation as Jon retreated, thrust. Gripped her hips, pressed his mouth between her shoulder blades. Peter tightened his grip, pulling on her scalp in a demanding way that made her lose her train of thought. Her sanity.
But she couldn’t climax until they went, so she had to figure out a way to hold back. Desperately looking for something to get her body’s spiral of reaction under control, she took her gaze away from Peter and Dana, because that certainly wouldn’t help. Instead, she let her fevered gaze slide over the room, the plants, the fountain, the bank of windows through which she could see the Mississippi.
It didn’t help. This was a room that emanated the power and sexual mastery of the men who met here. Savannah and Cass had both had their defining moments with the men in these rooms. Jon had even implied that tonight was happening because she and Dana had not had that experience. Because their circumstances, how they’d come into the inner circle, had been a little different. Savannah and Cass had been on the same playing field, Savannah the CEO of Tennyson Industries, and Cass an extraordinary corporate negotiator.
With Dana being a decorated soldier, and now training to be a minister, Rachel had felt like the plain Jane of the group at first. But that feeling was part of the same left behind debris that had nearly made her turn away from Jon, reject all he’d been offering her. He’d refused to let her.
She was so thankful for that, that sometimes she forgot that she was here today as much because of her own courage, and the will that Jon had helped her rediscover and build back up. “You can’t build something out of nothing, Rachel,” he’d told her, more than once. “Yes, I helped, maybe opened that door, but the treasure inside you was always there. I fell in love with you because of what shines out from your heart and soul.”