Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(15)
Never enough. It was never enough. He kept going after the height of the climax, taking her over smaller crests, but crests all the same, ones that drew softer cries from her, intense pleas that eventually were formless whispers. There were tears on her face, and he kissed those away, too.
“Mine,” he said. “You’re mine, my lady.”
She was still and silent, but her gaze stayed latched on his face. He kissed each eyelid, her nose, her mouth. He hooked his fingers in the strap, held it taut as he kissed her throat with thorough pleasure. Her head tilted back, the curve of her breast brushing his jaw. She always melted when he put his mouth to her throat, her head tipping just like that. If her hands had been free, they would have been gripping his shoulders, holding on in a way he treasured.
He was a conqueror; she a captive queen. He needed to remember that. Easing back to his knees, he slid his hands along her spread legs, though he paused long enough to run a thumb over her pussy, pleased with her tiny jerk of reaction from the sensitized nerves there.
“My queen deserves to wear jewels,” he said.
He gave them some time first, though. He removed all her bindings except the strap collar, with the warning that the restraints would be put back on if she misbehaved. From the tightening of her jaw, he couldn’t tell if she’d challenge him on that or not. He enjoyed restraining her, so he’d leave that decision up to her.
He laced his pants again before he brought her fully onto the bed, and turned her onto her stomach, putting a couple pillows under her hips. It had a dual purpose, one selfish and the other not-so-much. The selfish part was the pleasing view of her with her round ass in the air. The not-so-much was ensuring he wasn’t putting any undue stress on her lower back. He kissed his way down to that part of her, then continued over her buttocks, and made her part her legs once more, shoulder-width apart. The pillows made the resulting view of her pussy even better.
“You keep your legs apart when you’re naked,” he told her. “A message that your pussy is always available for your Master to take.”
She immediately tried to close her legs again and he chuckled, giving her ass a hard swat that made her yelp.
“Want that spreader bar again, woman? No escape opportunity if you don’t have the ability to run.”
The legs eased open, reluctantly. From the tight line of her lips, he could tell his using the bar on her had aroused her. He knew it sure as hell aroused him, watching her struggle between her defiance and the desires of the submissive beneath. The two elements could work together, though.
He smoothed a hand over her smarting ass. “It’s all right to admit it makes you wet, my lady. Giving up control, being overpowered, your arms bound and legs spread open by irresistible force. It’s difficult, being queen and not having anyone to trust. Not having anyone’s love for a shelter from the storm, all while so many others depend on you to rule and protect them.”
Her fingers curled into the covers. “Even conquerors need that,” she said.
“Of course they don’t. They’re invincible,” he said, and saw her lips curve in a smile. “But they can offer it. Provide it.”
Rising from the bed, he went back to the trunk, opening a separate compartment in front. Withdrawing the carved wooden box, the only item in there, he sat back down on the bed by her hip and opened the lid. He was satisfied to see what he’d requested was there.
She was watching him, but he didn’t let her see what was in it. Instead he curved his palm over her buttock, gave it a light squeeze, his fingers teasing in between the seam. “We’ll put the first jewels here.”
Since they didn’t do a whole lot of anal play, Matt had discussed with Ben, their dedicated ass-man sadist, what ideas might be pleasurable to her. Now he lifted out the result of that discussion, a silver plug with an end cap of diamond chips, encircled by a smooth silver ring that wouldn’t allow the rough-edged jewels to abrade her skin. There was an unmarked tube of lubricant resting inside the blue satin lining of the box, and he used it to cover the business end of the plug. The lube was one of Jon’s concoctions, one that created a heated, tingling sensation when it came in contact with flesh. That effect would be particularly significant on her sensitive rim.
Which would start taking his queen back to a full state of arousal, exactly where he wanted her. He still had her full attention, her lips moistening as she watched him lubricate the plug. Setting the box aside, he adjusted to one knee so that he could better probe between her buttocks with his slickened fingers, massage the rim, prepare her.
He saw the ripple of reaction over her skin, the tightening of her mouth. When she tensed, he knew where her mind was going. “If you resist, I’ll bind your arms to either side of you, and return the spreader bar to its proper place. I’ll also grab a handful of those glittering gold dress strands and make them into a flogger to stripe your ass. They’ll feel like little knife blades, and make a pretty framework for this sparkly plug.”
She sneered. “I’m not afraid of pain.”
“No, you’re not. But be still, my lady. There’s no one here but you and me. No one to see that you might find pleasure at my touch.”
“You said your soldiers could hear me.”
“Well, I said that, but I’ll tell them that shrieking was me. They’ve heard me get into my tub when the water has gotten cold. It will create reasonable doubt.”