Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(82)

Dana nodded. Rachel steadied her as she sat up, and when Dana spread her knees, Rachel confirmed what she’d concluded earlier. Dana’s sex was wet and swollen with arousal. It was the first time she’d had the pleasure of viewing another aroused woman this close. Though she’d had her fantasies, Rachel was still surprised at her strong urge to reach down and stroke Dana there, feel a slick, aroused…pussy, that wasn’t her own. She bet Dana’s clit beneath the metal piece was throbbing just as hard as her own.

But her Master had been clear on what was allowed, and Rachel knew punishment would result for disobedience. Another surprise—while she wasn’t sure what form that would take here, she had a very unwise desire to find out. She suspected Dana already had, and the gag and paddle had been the consequences of her actions.

While Rachel liked having the Dom/sub undercurrent between her and Jon plugged in 24/7, even if they weren’t actively in session, Dana was currently the sub among them who enjoyed the most extreme punishments. A paddling from Peter wouldn’t have been love taps. If he’d given the honor to Ben, rumor was he could make a hand spanking as extreme as a wood paddle. With sharp cutouts.

She swallowed. Might be best not to risk the deep end too soon. Instead, Rachel focused on the immediate requirement.

In the mainstream world, requirement implied an obligation, a chore. In the BDSM world, it was a gift. Because it was service. Which meant the pleasure of doing as a Master bid one to do. In this case, there was definitely nothing onerous about doing that bidding. She stroked her hands down the sides of Dana’s face and slid an arm around the woman’s waist, a brief contact to help her align with Rachel’s body, hopefully not perceived as a breaking of the rules.

Dana adjusted with her. As her knee pressed against Rachel’s core, bone pressed against wet, soft flesh. Rachel bit her lip, absorbing the sensation. Her reaction was heightened by seeing Dana have a similar response, as Rachel’s knee made the same contact. Dana’s sex was a damp cushion against which Rachel wanted to press harder, because she knew exactly how the increased pressure would feel to her.

With her other knee aligned with Dana’s hip, she settled for squeezing Dana’s folded leg between her thighs. It was meant as a confirmation that they were in the correct position, but the reaction was explosive, sending another dizzying wave of arousal through her.

She was aware of the men’s silent regard the way she was aware of Jon’s arms around her when he was kissing her. A cocooning that shut out everything else but what was happening immediately between their bodies, their souls. Someone had dimmed the lights so she and Dana were almost spotlighted, the lights of the city a jeweled background at her peripheral vision.

She curled her hands into half fists so she could trail her knuckles down Dana’s toned arms, over her elbows, to her forearms and then her wrists. When she closed her hands around them, she thought of how she felt when Jon did that to her, and her grip tightened, just as his did, restraint and possession.

Dana’s unfocused eyes still managed to convey intensity, her lips parted and wet. Rachel wanted to kiss them. Wanted to explore her mouth. But first she had to prepare Dana as she’d been commanded. Lifting Dana’s arms over her head, she gave Dana time to follow her guidance, the woman bending her arms so her elbows were pointing upward, her wrists crossed and at the base of her neck. Dana’s fingers rested on the backs of her shoulders. The shift in her body language suggested this was a very familiar servant pose for her, a trigger that took her deeper into her submission.

Rachel had to stand on her knees so she could reach behind Dana, figure out the latch that would connect the rings on the cuffs to the back of the collar. First, though, she ran her fingertips under the waterfall of looped chains that formed a decorative scalloping along the bottom edge of the thick strap of Dana’s collar. Rachel stopped at the St. Christopher’s medal, caressing the tender pocket of flesh beneath it where Dana’s collarbones met.

She didn’t think about doing it; she just had a desire to touch the collar on another submissive, that proof of ownership. If Dana’s hands hadn’t been behind her head, Rachel suspected Dana would have given in to the same urge, linking her fingers under the silver wire choker Rachel wore, tugging the sapphire pendant dangling from it.

The vertical posts of gold that bound the band of silver wire weren’t all alike. The one closest to the lock in back had an engraving on it, a Sanskrit phrase which translated to “Owned.” She’d let Dana feel that before, so Rachel expected Dana would have slid her touch all the way to that post, anticipating how another sub’s touch upon it would make Rachel feel.

How she hoped her touching the other woman’s collar made Dana feel.

As Rachel leaned forward, she received the answer to that. Dana’s tongue flicked over her nipple, and her mouth sealed over it to suckle.

Goddess… Jon had said she couldn’t touch Dana below the neck. He hadn’t made any provisions about Dana touching her. Rachel heard Peter’s purr of approval.

“Little troublemaker. Stay just like that, Rachel. Let her have a taste of your magnificent tits.”

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.

Rachel managed a nod, her trembling fingers resting on Dana’s shoulders for support as Dana deepened the contact, pulling harder on the nipple. Her tongue flicked over the clamp in a way that had Rachel crying out, a hard pulse happening between her legs.