Knights and Kink Romance Boxed Set (24 page)

“Please,” he whispered, nudging me closer to his
bursting crotch. “Please.”

I laughed softly. “Ah, but have patience,” I
breathed. “I haven’t finished with your upper half just yet.”

I felt the rigid confines of Jasmine Rand slipping
away and slowly being replaced by my alter-ego, Hyacinth Slaughter.
I wasn’t sure how much Jacob and Rebecca would appreciate a
full-fledged S&M mistress (not that I even knew how to be one
just yet), but given their rather unusual tastes, I figured that
trying out some subtle master-and-slave tricks wouldn’t hurt.

“Now, Jacob, from now on you will do everything I
say,” I ordered in a soft, gentle voice. “You will remain quiet and
patient until I have finished undressing you in my own way, no
matter how long it takes. You will not remove your blindfold or try
to peek through it. You will not speak unless you are spoken to.
You will not question me, or ask me to do anything special, but you
will enjoy whatever it is that I am doing to your body. Do you
understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” he whispered.

By the looks of his crotch, Jacob and I were going
to do just fine as mistress and slave.

And Rebecca was pretty turned on by the idea,
too—she’d stretched herself out full-length on the chaise lounge,
stroking her clit while she watched Jacob and I intently.

I returned my attention to Jacob’s still-clothed
shoulders, arms, and back. I reached for one shirt cuff, then the
other, slipping his solid-platinum cufflinks out of the sleeves and
then setting them carefully on the endtable. I tugged at the end of
one sleeve a little at a time until it slid off his shapely arm,
revealing his toned biceps and triceps—by the look of that arm, the
Congressman could very well be spending more time in the gym than
he did on the floor of Congress. I tugged at the other sleeve until
the shirt came off completely, then I wrapped the shirt around and
around Jacob’s head until it had become a thick, confining mask
that I knew would make it impossible for him to see anything, even
in his peripheral vision. I pulled up just enough of the cloth so
his mouth and nose were exposed. “There,” I said. “Now I won’t have
to worry about you doing any peeking until I’m finished with
you.”

Jacob grinned. He was enjoying this to no end.

I got down on my knees, so that Jacob’s crotch was
at eye-level. I reached for his belt buckle, tugged at the loose
end of his belt and eased the slack out of the buckle inch by inch.
By the time I was loosening the belt prong from its slot, Jacob’s
throbbing member had practically ripped a hole through the front of
his pants. Once the buckle was fully unfastened, I yanked the belt
from Jacob’s belt loops in one swift, leather-cracking motion. Then
I seized his wrists and wrapped the belt tightly around and around,
binding them together. Jacob licked his lips with pleasure at the
notion of being tied up.

Now he was my prisoner.

Rebecca was getting mighty turned on by this point,
too. She’d flipped over onto all fours to get a better view of me
knocking her powerful Congressman boyfriend into submission. And
she was making good use of her considerable flexibility by reaching
one hand back between her legs to stroke her sex while still
maintaining a spry all-fours position. Rebecca was poised and ready
for action from her powerful political beau as soon as he was
naked.

Provided I released him to her pleasure, of course.
I was having such a good time with Jacob under my power that it
might be quite a while before he would be available to service
Rebecca.

I shifted my focus to the front of Jacob’s trousers.
They had an old-fashioned button fly; I found it a bit tricky to
work those buttons because Jacob’s swollen equipment was straining
so hard against the fabric. Knowing it would take me quite awhile
as a result, I decided to make the procedure into an unusual
element of foreplay. I pressed my fingers against the top
fly-button, gently pushing it inward against Jacob’s throbbing,
straining cock and balls.

That sure got his attention. The Congressman jerked
up ramrod-straight and threw his head back in ecstasy. He rocked
his hips forward against my pressing fingers, looking for more.

And I gave it to him.

I pressed the top fly-button harder into Jacob’s
thick, erect cock, making him squeal with delight. Then I worked
the button around and around in a slow circle of pressure, making
sure to move the fly-fabric underneath along with it, creating an
intense mixture of pressure and friction against his most sensitive
parts. After almost a full minute of that, I finally worked the
button free of its buttonhole, revealing a tiny slice of the
Congressman’s bare skin and sandyblonde pubic hair.

The freshman representative from Rhode Island went
commando.

I wondered if they knew that on C-SPAN.

Instead of moving on to the next fly-button right
away, I stroked and tickled the tiny slip of Jacob’s bare genitals
that had revealed themselves between the narrow slit in his
partially open fly. It was the point where his cock met his
groin—an important area that got far too little attention, in my
opinion. I made it my business to give it the best treatment it had
ever had.

I slid my finger into the tiny accessible space
underneath Jacob’s cock, found the throbbing main vein there with
my fingertip, and began pressing it in a slow, steady rhythm. Then
I leaned forward and placed my mouth on the exact point where his
cock met his groin, and began to suck on the downbeat of that
rhythm.

And the Congressman seemed to like that just fine,
if his groans were any example.

Rebecca did, too. She abandoned her all-fours
position on the chaise lounge in favor of splaying herself out flat
and wide on the floor just to my right. She seemed perfectly
content with the fact that it would still be quite some time before
Jacob’s member would make it inside her sheath; indeed, by the look
of her bucking hips and sweating sex, she was so focused on
satisfying herself, she might not even mind if I decided to let
Jacob take
me
first.

After a minute or two of me sucking and pressing on
that oh-so-sensitive spot, Jacob’s entire body was shaking. I could
feel the tension and pressure building in his cock and balls to
almost the point of no return, and knew that if I didn’t let up a
bit, he’d come all over his gray pinstriped Brooks Brothers before
either Rebecca or I had a chance to really enjoy him.

So I decided to put on the brakes a bit. I finished
unbuttoning Jacob’s fly without fanfare, then slid his pants off
one leg at a time. His cock popped eagerly skyward the moment it
was free, and his balls had already tucked themselves high and
tight against his groin in anticipation of blowing their load very,
very soon. But they wouldn’t blow their load just yet—not if I
could help it.

“Stay right here,” I told him. “I’ll be right back.
Don’t move an inch, or there will be consequences.” I let him
imagine just what those consequences might be.

I left Jacob standing in the middle of the room and
headed for the bathroom, where I had a full ice-bucket waiting. I
grabbed the ice-bucket and a clean washcloth, which I soaked under
cold running water from the tap. I returned to the main suite with
both items in tow, and found Jacob standing frozen and obedient in
the middle of the room, right where I’d left him. Rebecca,
meanwhile, had sidled herself up behind her naked lover, and was
rubbing her body up against his. She was running her breasts up and
down his back and stroking him between the buttocks—probably to see
if she could elicit some kind of response. To my delight, Jacob was
resisting all of her efforts in order to obey my command to keep
still.

I placed myself between them. “If you don’t mind,
Rebecca, I need to chill the Congressman out a bit,” I said.
“Otherwise the fun will be over before we even start.”

Rebecca’s face fell. “Don’t worry,” I reassured her.
“There’s something fun in this ice bucket for you, too.”

“Oh really?” Rebecca asked. She didn’t seem
convinced.

“Allow me to illustrate,” I replied. I motioned for
Rebecca to lean back upon the bed, with her lower hips and legs
hanging off. She obeyed, but still looked doubtful.

“This is one of my favorite things to do to pleasure
myself,” I said. Which was true, even if it had been a very long
time since I’d done it with any regularity. But in my college and
young-adult years, my favorite private masturbation game was
straight out of
9 ½ Weeks.
I felt my crotch sizzle at the
thought of making Rebecca’s freeze, and buzzed with the intimate
knowledge I had about the kind of mind-blowing pleasure she was
about to experience. I only wished I hadn’t been so uptight for the
past several years, so I could have enjoyed it more myself.

I spread Rebecca’s legs wide and planted myself
between them on the floor, and placed the ice bucket within easy
reach. “Brace yourself,” I said. “This will be a little cold. But
you’ll love it, I promise.”

I selected a large, long chunk of ice and slid it
into Rebecca’s vagina. She yelped and squirmed, but spread her legs
wider, as if to ask me to give her more. So I did.

I slid five more chunks of ice inside Rebecca’s
sheath, filling up the empty space left when the first chunk
melted, then filling and stretching her even more when she seemed
ready to burst. I kept refilling the empty space in her vag
whenever the ice melted with my left hand, then selected an
especially large, round chunk of ice from the bucket with my right.
While continuing to keep Rebecca’s vag full and stretched to the
limit with ice, I used the large chunk of ice in my right hand to
stimulate her clit. I ran the ice chunk around and around her her
red-hot button until it sought cover underneath its tiny hood.
Rebecca moaned, cried, bucked her hips, and came, shrieking and
thrashing. Her jerking body finally came to rest, but as soon as
she caught her breath, she begged for more.

“I need to move on to Jacob now,” I said. “But
there’s plenty of ice left. You can use it to please yourself.
You’ll probably like it even better that way. I know I always did.”
I poured a pile of ice into one of the large water glasses I found
on the bedside table, and left it in Rebecca’s reach.

Now it was time to chill out Jacob’s overheated
parts just enough so Rebecca and I would be able to enjoy them to
their full potential.

The ice inside the bucket was about halfway melted,
leaving a frigid, slushy mixture of ice and water. Perfect for what
I had in mind.

Jacob still stood at attention in the center of the
room, the improvised mask still over his head and his arms firmly
at his sides. His cock pointed straight upward dripping happy
juice, and his balls were pulled back, tight and ready to blow.

I dipped my fingers in the ice-cold slush and then
ran them down the Congressman’s chest. His breath caught and he
shivered, but he made no sound. “I’m back, Jacob. Did you miss
me?”

He nodded vigorously.

“Well, I was servicing your lady friend, and now I’m
here to service you, Congressman, so all of us can get busy
together,” I purred. “I’ll just need to do a little work downstairs
so you’ll be ready for the festivities. Hope you don’t mind.” I
shook the ice bucket next to Jacob’s ear so he could get at least
some idea of what was to come.

“This will be cold,” I warned. I dipped my fingers
in the slush again and then traced a line of ice water down the
length of Jacob’s shaft. He shuddered, and a slow grin spread
across his face. “Do you like that?” I asked.

He nodded again.

“Good. Because things are about to get a lot colder
downstairs. Brace yourself.” I took the ice bucket in both hands,
and lifted it and its contents over and around Jacob’s equipment,
fully immersing it in the frigid brew. He cried out and began
breathing heavily.

“Too much for you?” I asked. “If so, just tell me to
take it away.”

He shook his head vigorously, and grinned even wider
to indicate he was enjoying the edgy mix of pain and pleasure
sensations the ice water was sending up and down his cock.

“Excellent,” I said, giving the ice bucket a little
shake for good measure. “Let me know when you’ve had enough.”

Jacob wasn’t even close to having enough, it seemed.
He began to buck and swirl his hips so the ice-slush mixture could
get maximum friction around his genitals.I moved the ice bucket to
meet his thrusts, and Jacob, the ice, and me bumped and grinded
that way for almost five minutes. By the time he’d finally had his
fill, the ice was totally melted and the water was warm.

The Rhode Island Congressman’s equipment was
generating so much heat, in fact, that a little cloud of steam was
rising from his cock and balls.

He was
hot
—in more ways than one.

I set the ice bucket aside and went to inspect
Jacob’s machinery. I manipulated his dick with both hands,
measuring its thickness and hardness. It was rock-hard and
ramrod-straight, and nearly as thick as my wrist, but after careful
inspection I found that it didn’t seem on the verge of exploding
any more. And Jacob’s balls and scrotum had relaxed back down,
keeping their load in reserve. The ice-water had done the trick. He
was right and ready for plenty of action.

I slowly and carefully removed the leather belt from
the Congressman’s wrists, then unwrapped the improvised mask and
blindfold from his forehead. Like a good slave, he kept his wrists
together and his eyes clasped tightly shut until I gave him the
command to relax and open them. “You are good and obedient, Jacob,”
I said in my heaviest Hyacinth Slaughter voice. “You may speak now
if you wish.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said. “May I call you
Mistress? And would you mind calling me Slave instead? I love it
when a woman dominates me.”