Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(92)

It wasn’t something she wanted in real life, but the fantasy of it took her even closer to the edge.

“Hell, Peter won the next one. Dana, stop.”

Dana lifted her head with obviously reluctance. Though she couldn’t see her from this position, Rachel knew her arousal had to be glistening on Dana’s lips.

“She’s sweet, Jon,” the woman murmured. “I’d be eating her pussy every day.”

“It’s my favorite after dinner dessert,” Jon said, making Rachel flush. It was only the truth, though. His favorite place for “dessert” was the recliner in the living room. He’d make her drape her legs over the arms, keeping her wide and spread for every explosive sensation of his lips and tongue.

“Want her to keep going, Peter?” he asked.

“Hell, yeah. But I have something I want more. You guys made me wait for it. Turn around, Rachel. Put those beautiful breasts under my slave’s mouth. I want to see her suckle you to climax.”

Rachel rose and unfolded, then angled her legs around to make the turn, this time sliding so her head was on the table under Dana’s upper body. She was gazing up at Dana’s small, pretty breasts, the slope of her abdomen. A tilt of her head showed her the woman’s smooth sex. Rachel’s body was vibrating, so close, and then they made it worse.

“I have a good view, but I want a better one,” Matt said. “Gentlemen?”

Rachel felt one hand curl around one of her ankles, another hand around the other, and her legs were spread open wide…wider. From their relative positions, it had to be Lucas and Ben. Their strong hands slid up to her knee and thigh, guiding her to adjust and bend the legs so they butterflied open fully.

“Leave them that way,” Matt ordered. “That way we can see her pussy when she comes.”

She might come just from the order, from the impact of having three men involved in it.

Jon crossed her field of vision as he moved to their side of the table. “Not going to deprive myself of that same view,” he said.

“Can’t blame you there,” Peter responded. He was to Matt’s right, so he was rocking back in his chair, studying the rise of her breasts. When his gaze shifted, she knew he was looking at his own submissive.

But before Dana could bend her elbows to bring her mouth down to Rachel’s breasts, Matt rose from his chair. Not to get a drink or food, but to come alongside the two women, so that Rachel’s gaze fell upon him. She put her hand on Dana’s shoulder, a heads up, and the woman stopped.

It was an unspoken thing, that Matt was their leader, so it wasn’t just the two of them that became attentive. She wondered what was going on behind his dark eyes, but whatever it was put a serious expression on his face, one that reminded her of Peter’s when he’d spoken to her about her care.

“All right, Rachel?” Matt asked.

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

A light smile touched his stern mouth, the dark raptor eyes assessing. “You belong to your Master, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” The rest came spontaneously to her lips. “And to all of you.”

“Yes, you do.” He ran a hand over Dana’s hip, and the other woman made a sighing noise, contentment and arousal both. “You have a hard time understanding something, so maybe if you hear it from someone who isn’t your Master, you’ll believe it.”

Rachel’s gaze snapped back up to him at the edge to his voice, but his eyes, though still as direct as ever, weren’t cruel or angry. Just relentlessly understanding. “For all our wealth, the four of you are our greatest possessions. The gifts we can never deserve. One day, when Ben finds his other, there will be five of you, and the circle will be complete.”

She stared up at him. Matt was often the quietest member of the group, but he had the largest presence. Though Jon had repeatedly touched base with her, and the others had taken steps to ensure she was in the right state of mind, Matt had chosen this moment, an intermission of sorts, to take his own measure of her and Dana’s wellbeing. And to address the feeling she couldn’t define, that Jon was looking for something from her.

“He needs you, Rachel. Needs your healing nature, your generous spirit, your limitless desire to serve. He calls you a goddess because that’s how he sees you. A goddess who has lost, who has been cruelly treated, but who is the center of his universe. Do you understand? Missteps and mistakes are part of life. Far more important than that is knowing those we love trust that that love is unfailing. Not in spite of those mistakes, but because those mistakes and missteps are part of a journey you are giving him the privilege of sharing with you. Just as he told you at the beginning.”

The table was silent, except for a quiet creak. Jon, leaving his chair. He came to stand by Matt, and Matt stepped back, allowing Jon to bend over her, fill her vision. She was aware of Dana’s closeness, the other men’s regard, but primarily she was aware of Jon. Now she understood what had felt unfinished.

In Jon’s gaze, she saw what Matt was talking about. These days, she recognized it, accepted it, far more easily and often. Originally, it had been a lifeline she’d clung to desperately, that kept pulling her out of darkness. Now, it had evolved into something else. That lifeline had become Jon’s hand, holding hers as they walked through life together. When he smiled at her, it was because she was holding his hand just as tightly, allowing him to hold hers, and they were feeling the same thing for one another. Love. They were so in love, and that happened, reached its greatest potential, when they were both grateful for that love.