Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(80)
“Are you beautiful to your Master, Rachel?”
She straightened another inch, making sure her posture reflected her answer, though she kept her gaze lowered. “I am, Master. And I am beautiful to myself.”
“And to every man here.” The words came from Matt. He was across the room. His strong voice was always clear and decisive, so authoritative, it was difficult to imagine doubting any words he spoke. Especially in this environment.
“You spoke the right answer, sweet girl.” Jon curled his hand around her waist and brought her back against him with decidedly possessive force, his jaw nudging her head back to his shoulder as he set his mouth and teeth to her throat.
“I am giving you to them tonight, Rachel. To their desires and my own. When one of them tells you to do something, you obey them as you would me. But I’ll be with you every step of the way.” When she made a soft noise, both nervous and eager, he teased the pocket of her collarbone with his tongue, made her fists clench as he trailed the tip of it along the column of her throat, gently suckling her flesh with his firm lips.
“There was a time, me suggesting this would have taken you to a dark place.” He stopped, but kept his lips close enough she could still feel the heat of his breath. “Cole made you feel bad about your desires, ashamed to want your Master to do such a thing. Yet now you’re trembling and wet.”
His hand descended, slid between her legs and caressed, playing with the metal piece over her clit. She caught a moan in the back of her throat. “Do you feel any shame? Any fears or dark thoughts?”
“No, Master. Yes.” She wet her lips at the contradiction and admission. His fingers stilled, so she continued, hastily. “I did in the hallway, but I told him his words have no power over me anymore. Even so…I’m afraid I’ll feel those things when I don’t want to feel them. I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you. Even though I feel nothing right now but a desire to serve you.”
“Your honesty is the second-best gift you give me. It proves your love, which is the first. So, how can you best serve me? It’s been the most difficult lesson for you to learn, but I think you’re beginning to understand and feel it in your heart, aren’t you?
“Yes, sir.” His written note immediately came to mind. “By getting lost in my own desires, since that pleases you most of all.”
“It does.” His voice took on a teasing note. “Though given the ways you could pursue your own desires tonight, I might have to choose some interesting ways to remind you who your Master is.”
“And that’s a threat, how?”
She flushed with pleasure, not only at his sensual laughter, but the sexy chuckles of the other men.
“We might have two misbehaving subs on our hands,” Ben observed. “It only took five minutes before we had to put the ball gag on Dana.”
Jon caressed Rachel’s mouth. “What would you prefer stretching your mouth, Rachel? A gag or a cock?”
She moistened her lips, catching his finger with her tongue, a quick flick. “Your cock, Master.”
“Only mine?”
He’d trapped her neatly, and she flushed again as another ripple of amusement went through the room. The intention was to tease her, she knew it, but something else went through her, something darker. Bitch in heat…
“Easy.” Jon ran his hands slowly down her arms and back up, even as he brought his body closer, which pressed his pelvis firmly against her backside and the plug. She gasped as he reached between them and manipulated it, seating it deeper. She clutched the arm that suddenly circled her waist and he spoke against her ear, his jaw to her throat. “If I gift one of my brothers with the lush pleasure of your mouth, it will be because it’s what I order you to do. Serving me pleases my sub, and her pleasure pleases me. Remember?”
“Yes, Master,” she breathed. Jon had done this exercise with her often, never allowing her to be frustrated with herself. He knew how to use targeted questions that pointed her back toward the right path.
“Would you want to do it if I wasn’t here? If I hadn’t ordered you to do it? Think it through, but more importantly, feel it. Feel the honest answer in your heart and don’t be afraid to say it.”
“No,” she said firmly. “I wouldn’t have the slightest desire if it wasn’t my Master’s will. If it didn’t give him pleasure. Or me pleasure.”
“Good,” he said, in that voice that could stroke her nerves like a song. He turned her to face him, hands on her shoulders. “Now, I want you to get on the table. Go to Dana, and remove her gag. I want you to kiss her.”
Her gaze flicked up to him, showing her surprise. He stroked his thumb over her lips, his hand on her face. “Can you imagine that, sweet girl?”
She could, and the idea of it had her unconsciously wetting her lips. Jon’s blue eyes lit with sparks of fire. “But that’s all you get to do. For now. You can’t touch her below the shoulders, but you can kiss and caress her all you wish within those parameters. Don’t stop until I tell you to do so.”
She realized the men were moving to take seats around the table, but when Jon turned her and nudged her toward it, she was only thinking of what he’d just told her to do. And that was a mistake.
On her walk around the table, she’d kept the right amount of her mind on her balance. Even though they were only three inches, what most women would consider easy, she didn’t wear high heels often, at least not for walking. Jon enjoyed seeing her wear them in the bedroom, while on her back, her legs raised, or on all fours, her backside in the air, the heels pointed outward over the edge of the bed. So she was mortified when she snagged the carpet and started to take a plunge.