Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(16)

Her lips twitched in that near smile again. She pressed her face deeper into the mattress. “Your slave girls would never allow your water to get that cold. You’d have them beaten.”

“I’m not an unreasonable Master. It’s not their fault, if I get distracted by my plans to conquer the world, and forget to bathe before the water becomes cold.”

He stroked his other hand down her spine, exploring the shallow valley above her buttocks. She had a small mole over the right one. He’d explore every inch of her with his mouth, his fingers, his eyes, relishing her sighs and shifts under his touch.

He slid his oiled fingers back to her rim, probed, using several of them to part her buttocks, so he could position the plug.

“This is a reminder of what my cock will feel like in here. I won’t leave any part of you unclaimed, my lady.”

She bit her lip as he slid it in, slow, easing past the muscles. She didn’t tighten up, showing her trust. It was thick, so she had to work with him, lifting a little and making a small noise as it was finally seated, stretching her. He liked the look of it intensely, the sparking jewel nestled between her buttocks.

Withdrawing a slender pair of chains from the box, he fixed them to a small eyelet at the base of the plug. He adjusted her over onto her back, moving her off the pillows. He brought the two chains between her legs and draped them over her thighs.

“Now, to keep your clit stiff and aroused for me…”

He coated the piece of thick bent wire that looked like a curtain pin with more of the lubricant. Her fingers were back to gripping the covers as he slid it over the base of her clit, the two sides of the pin keeping it compressed so the tissues started to swell before his appreciative gaze. Another little noise escaped her throat as the lubricant started to have its effect on her rim. It would only be a minute or two before she’d feel the same effect on her clit.

He hooked the two chains draped over her thighs to the eyelets on the pin. “You’ll keep squeezing down on that plug to ensure it stays put,” he told her. “Else I’ll be punishing you the way I described.”

He took her hands and lifted her off the bed, onto her feet. Her hair was still sexily disheveled from her last climax, her body pliant and flushed. She had the look of a well-fucked sub. He turned her in a full circle, letting her experience how the plug felt, the tight fit of the clitoral jewelry, the brush of the chains draped along her inner thighs.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured. “Come, my falcon.”

Taking a matching pair of diamond chip encrusted cuffs out of the box, he drew her over to the center pole and put them on her delicate wrists, before he tethered her to it again with the chains.

When a sea breeze coming through the open tent flaps made her shiver, he frowned. He wouldn’t tolerate her being cold. Moving to the brazier, he stoked it up further, then retrieved the box.

This time he removed a pair of rose quartz stones dangling from loops of silver wire. They looked like earrings, except for the tiny wires that were intended to tighten around her luscious nipples. He cupped a breast, thumbing the taut bud with pleasure. She bit her lip, making a little sound as she shifted.

“You’re getting hot and wet again, aren’t you, my lady? The plug in your ass and that tight hold on your clit are reminding you of your desire for me to touch and suck your flesh, take it again.”

She shook her head, then gasped as he gripped her throat in a hard hand, tilting her chin up to stare into his relentless gaze.

“You will tell me the truth, or pay dearly.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I hate you for that.”

“That’s another lie,” he said, a quiet threat, his thumb moving over her throat in a caress. “Isn’t it?”

When she didn’t answer, he dropped his hand to the clit pin and tightened his fingers over it, an uncomfortable pressure that made her whimper. “Answer me.”

She wet her lips. “It wasn’t…a while ago.”

There was the past again, the truth integrating itself into their fantasy, making it even stronger and more real. She had hated him at one time, for making her feel ways she’d been afraid to feel. It was one of the first times they’d both realized there was room for hate inside the universe of possibilities that love brought.

“But it’s not true now.”

“No.” Another whisper, and his grip eased, his fingers teasing the flesh swollen by the clamp of the wire.

He put the nipple jewelry on her, pinching the peaks as she twitched and became breathless under his ministrations. He attached chains between them and the clitoral clamp in front.

Stepping back, he looked at her, bound in a web of silver, the rose quartz pieces dangling from her nipples, vibrating from her subtle trembling.

Then, as she watched him, he returned to the box and removed the last item from it. As he did, her eyes became opaquer, her lips softer.

The rose quartz and silver wire collar was her actual collar, the one he’d given her as a gift on the plane on the way here. The formal one between them, Master and sub.

He stepped up to her, the collar looped over his forearm as he unbuckled the strap on her throat. Her gaze was fastened on the collar as she spoke in a throaty voice.

“I thought you said your slaves don’t wear such fine things.”

“My slaves do not. My queen does. Decide, my lady. Are you my slave, or my queen?”