Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(13)

He cupped her head, lifting her enough to deepen the kiss. He left the ring gag on the mattress as he used the other hand to stroke her face, her neck and shoulder. No words. Just a deep, spiraling, tender kiss.

Were there any words for what she did to him? Whether waking up to see her face first thing in the morning, watching her frown over a memo in a meeting, or hearing her sigh her pleasure when he was inside her… Did she know how many times he looked at her and tried to figure out what the hell he’d done to deserve her?

They both knew that wishes and reality rarely matched as perfectly as this. It made one doubt one’s senses and created the need to confirm the intel, over and over again.

So he took a good, long time with that kiss. When he finally eased her back, she gave a little nod. She was all right. Which was good, because his own heart was tilting on its axis. She still didn’t understand how much it meant, allowing him to help her, ease her worries. He was fine with spending his life helping her realize it.

He returned to his role with that thought in the forefront. Not that it ever really left. “I think, to make the punishment worse, I’m going to take the hood off. Make you see yourself sucking my cock. Serving your Master.”

When she practically bared her teeth, he had his answer to that. He loosened the mask and slid it off, combing his fingers through her hair. It had left a couple creases on her soft skin, but nothing to offend her endearing female vanity. She had her lashes fanning her cheeks. Refusing to look at him.

“Good slave. Keeping your eyes lowered as you should, unless your Master orders otherwise.”

Blinds couldn’t snap up as fast as her blue eyes did. He bit back the grin at the sparks shooting at him. Because he decided to put the ring gag on her during that rebellious wave, he nearly lost a finger. He supposed he kept it only because Savannah was still hidden within that role, and she liked his fingers. But she was a damn good actress.

After he strapped the ring gag in place, he couldn’t deny it fucking turned him on ten different ways, to see her mouth held stretched open, ready for his cock. Because of his taunt, she was keeping her gaze on him, and that made the hard-on even worse. If she looked up at him when he had his cock deep in her mouth, he was going to lose control entirely.

He dropped a cushion on the floor and saw her expression become ice crystals as his captive queen realized what he was doing. He retrieved a serviceable collar, a simple strap, from the trunk supplies. As he straddled her, his knees pressed on either side of her rib cage, his steel cock brushing her lifted breasts. That caught his attention and he indulged himself. What good was being a conqueror if you couldn’t change course, take a moment to savor life’s most wonderful treasures?

Setting the strap aside, he gripped his cock, ran the damp tip over the valley between her breasts, then used both hands to grip those lush curves and fuck that channel, his pre-come providing the necessary lubrication for a few perfect strokes.

Her eyes were angry, but he could see the reluctant arousal of a submissive warring behind the fa?ade. He could imagine the picture they made. Her arms bound behind her back, her legs spread with the bar, and her mouth occupied by the ring gag, while he was fucking her breasts. One more second and he was going to jet his release against her chest and throat, mark her upper body in a way that he liked entirely too much.

Choking himself back in the face of that image was perhaps the hardest thing he’d done in his life, but he knew how he wanted to come, and he wasn’t going to let his inner caveman take the upper hand. Plus, it was fun to watch how pissed off she was that he was using her this way. He was about to make his captive queen even more furious.

Backing off, he picked up the strap again and released the gold collar. “My slaves don’t wear gold,” he said shortly, as he leaned forward and ran the strap around her throat.

He felt the stillness that gripped her as he buckled it. Mine, he thought. Always. From the moment he’d seen her. Maybe even before then. Deep in his soul, she’d been waiting.

Unhooking the spreader bar, he scooped her up in his arms to guide her down on her knees on the cushion. He snapped a tether to the collar and wrapped it around his fist to keep her standing on her knees, and close enough to him she couldn’t refuse her punishment.

She tried, but he wrapped her hair over the tether around his knuckles and gripped the back of her head, holding her still as he pushed his cock through the ring gag and into her heated, wet mouth. She made an angry, whimpering protest that shot fire into his balls, and he pushed deeper, knowing she wanted the fight, the aggression.

She did fight him, trying hard to bite down in a way the ring gag wouldn’t permit, trying to wrest away, yanking at her bonds so she was writhing on her knees in a fascinating way. He thrust deep and hard a few times to make her behave and, when she wasn’t fighting as much, he slowed, forcing a leisurely pace on himself that made him groan internally.

Her tongue bucked beneath the gag, adding extra teases to his length. The saliva that gathered around the ring gave him lubrication to push deep. He did, to tell her who was in control, making his queen work for it.

The muscles in his thighs and ass tensed, his balls drew up tight.

“First time in your mouth, sweet queen,” he growled. “Next time in your incomparable ass, if you still won’t call me Master.”

He couldn’t help how much it fucking turned him on, knowing not only how helpless she was against his strength, but that her awareness of it was spurring her closer to orgasm. He could hear little noises in her throat, feel their vibration. As he pushed her down on him, her hardened nipples brushed his thighs, rubbed against him. When this was over, he was going to suck on them as he fingered her pussy. Then he’d lick the wetness off her thighs he was sure was marking them now.