Knights and Kink Romance Boxed Set (30 page)

“Is that so, Slave?” I whispered, inches away from
his ear. “What kind of personal business?”

Dexter fidgeted his bound wrists and hands along the
floor. “Well, it was a few different things,” he said, quaking with
fear. I wasn’t sure if that fear was of me and my whip or of the
fact that he was about the reveal a deep, dark truth about himself.
“I wanted to see if I could get in on some of the sex fun myself,
for one—but to do it in a way that nobody would find out. Which is
exactly why I’m here with you, Mistress. I hope you’ll keep that a
secret. I can
pay
you to keep it a secret, if
necessary.”

I gave Rodney and Rocky Robinson a sidelong glance
in the gallery, just to make sure they’d registered that comment.
Now we had on the record that Dexter wanted to bribe me to keep
silent about the fact he’d participated in the illicit sex party
he’d baited me into setting up in the first place. Rocky Robinson
was scribbling away on his reporters’ pad, while Rodney’s
expression had gone cold and pained underneath his pirate’s mask. I
wasn’t sure if Rodney was upset by the increasingly tangled web
that Dexter wove, or just by the fact that he was having to watch
his father get humiliated. Whatever the reason, I was walking on
thin ice. I decided then and there to wrap things up.

“You won’t need to pay me anything, Slave,” I said.
“You’re secret is safe with me.” Which was technically true.
I
didn’t plan on saying anything publicly about what I’d
just learned. But of course I couldn’t control what anyone else in
the room did.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said, breathing a sigh of
relief. “There’s just one more little thing I haven’t told
you.”

“And what’s that, Slave?”

“I also came to St. Lucia because I have a score to
settle with my son. And I know he’s here somewhere. I just haven’t
figured out which hotel he’s staying in yet.”

Now it was Rodney’s turn to gasp.

“I see,” I said. “And what exactly do you wish to
discuss with your son?”

Dexter chewed his lip. “This is where it gets
embarrassing, Mistress,” he said. “You see, my son and I had a
falling out many years ago, and I’ve always felt badly about it. He
and I always disagreed about how I did business. But we’re actually
quite alike. His newspaper just does a legal version of what I’ve
always done in the shadows. And I think that after all these years
of hassling Rodney about how he chooses to make his living, that I
should give up my own business and join forces with him. It’s
something that is very hard for me to do, but in my old age I’ve
come to learn that sometimes the hardest thing to do is also the
best thing to do.”

I was stunned. This was the last possible thing I
could have expected Dexter to say. Perhaps the man really was human
after all. And the sad expression on his face—visible despite the
blindfold—was proof enough he was telling the truth. “You are a
good and obedient Slave,” I said. “You have told the truth, as I
demanded. And now you shall be rewarded. “ I raised my whip above
my head, preparing to land the final, delectable blows that would
bring Dexter to climax.

But Dexter heard the whip’s
swish
through the
air and jerked to attention “Wait!” he cried. “There’s still more I
haven’t told you, Mistress.”

I stopped the whip just in time. “Go on, Slave.”

“The time has come for me to retire from the
freelance media spy business altogether,” he said. “I’m getting too
old for this kind of thing. And I’ve come to realize after many
years of doing it, that it’s just plain wrong. There are better
ways to do this kind of business, and I think my son has found that
better way with the
Beltway Times
. The
Times
might
not be the best newspaper out there, but it
is
a newspaper—a
public venue that tries to serve the public interest instead of
attacking people from the shadows. I decided that this big score
here on St. Lucia would be the last thing I ever did on my own. I
was planning to take the money I made on this deal and offer it as
an investment in Rodney’s company, and then offering myself as a
consultant. I only hope it’s not too late for me to patch things up
with my son.”

Rodney stood up. “It’s not too late, Dad.”

Dexter jerked his masked head in Rodney’s direction.
“Wha? Rodney! Where are you? What’s going on?”

Rodney dashed to the middle of the submission
chamber and tore off his father’s mask, then his own. “It’s me,
Dad. I’m here. I’ve been watching and listening the whole time.”
Rodney unbuckled the leather bindings from Dexter’s wrists and
ankles, and hugged him.

Dexter was flabbergasted at this turn of events. His
cheeks had gone beet-red with surprise and embarrassment “But—why?
What are you doing here? Why did you watch me and the—ahem—mistress
go on and on for so long?” He glanced around the room, rubbing his
eyes as they adjusted to the lights. “And who are all these
people?”

I stepped back, gave father and son some room. “Just
some of the folks you were hoping to trap in your little web,”
Rodney said with a chuckle. “You’re not the only one who can bait a
good trap, you know.”

Dexter flushed even deeper. “Well, I’ve really
gotten myself into some deep shit, haven’t I?”

“It’ll be all right, Dad,” Rodney said, exuberant.
“We’ll work this all out in a way that benefits everyone.”

Dexter hugged his son back, then turned to me.
“Well, Mistress, I think I’ll have to take a raincheck on the rest
of our session. My son and I have a lot of catching up to do.”

I gave Dexter a single nod. “You are a good and
obedient Slave, I said, keeping my voice in its deep, low Hyacinth
Slaughter disguise. “And it was a pleasure to dominate you.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” Dexter replied. He gave
my supertight dominatrix getup a last once-over, and licked his
lips. “You’re a fantastic dominatrix, Mistress Hyacinth. Forgive me
for saying so, but something about you seems awful familiar. Have I
worked with you somewhere else? I’ve visited lots of S&M places
over the years, and I could swear I’ve heard your voice somewhere
before—“
Rodney took his father by the arm and started dragging him away.
“I’m sure it’s just a coincidence, Dad. Come on, let’s go.” Rodney
shot me a wink as he threw his father his pile of clothes and led
him out of the room.

Rocky Robinson looked up from his reporter’s pad and
made a beeline for me. “Well, I guess that means we’ll be missing
the main event,” he said, disappointed. “Though I did glean some
very juicy information from that little—
display
you put on.”
He sucked in his breath while undressing me with his eyes. “That’s
quite a talent you have there, Mistress,” he said, licking his lips
seductively.

“Thank you, Mr. Robinson,” I said flatly. “But if
it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer we kept our relationship
strictly business.”

“Of course,” he said, nearly choking on his tongue.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have a few interviews to conduct.” He
disappeared into the crowd of senators and officials that had
gathered in the rear of the room, all nervously whispering and
glancing over their shoulders at me. They all seemed to know full
well that they’d dodged a bullet.

Rebecca sashayed up, still in her Naughty Nurse
uniform. “Well, all’s well that ends well, as they say,” she
sighed. “It looks like Rodney has his father, the press—and
everything else—under control. Our careers might just survive after
all.” She paused and gave me a brash look. “Though I
was
looking forward to watching you satisfy yourself, Jasmine.”

I gave her a sly smile. “There may still be a chance
for that,” I said with a wink. Then I gathered up my scattered
domination implements and slipped away back to my hotel suite.

****

Still dressed in my red catsuit, I kicked off my
platform heels and stretched out on my bed for a nap. It had
certainly been an interesting day. Thanks to my fledgling skills as
a dominatrix, it seemed that not only had a major political sex
scandal been averted and numerous careers (including my own) saved
from destruction, Rodney’s relationship with his father was about
to change for the better. But there were still plenty of questions
left unanswered. Like, what would happen to the
Beltway
Times
now that Rodney’s plan to turn it into a hard-hitting
platform for investigative journalism had hit an unexpected
roadblock? What path would my career in Washington take next? What
would my relationship with Rodney be like from now on?

And perhaps most important of all—when was I going
to get some good-old-fashioned crotch satisfaction?

Now seemed like as good a time as any.

I unzipped the zipper at my crotch, and spread my
legs wide. The combo of the thick plastic PVC fabric, body heat,
and the sexy preamble of my domo-play with Dexter had already lubed
my female parts up quite nicely. I poked and prodded all my folds
and crevices with my fingers until I got my juices spread out the
way I wanted them. And then I went straight to work on my clit.

There would be no slow burns tonight—I was well past
due for a red-hot orgasm, and I was going to take the straight and
narrow path to get there. God only knew when I might have another
opportunity to get down and dirty with Rodney Doyle—he’d probably
be tied up reminiscing with his father for days. Who knew—maybe
Rodney would be so busy rebuilding his relationship with his father
and restructuring his newspaper that he’d forget about me
altogether.

But I couldn’t think about that right now. Right now
I needed to concentrate on coming.

I rubbed my index finger back and forth over my clit
in a circular motion, harder and harder, faster and faster, until I
was inches away from my orgasm. I squinted up my eyes and gritted
my teeth, placing every shred of concentration I had in meeting
that goal. And just when I thought I was about to get there—I heard
the door to my suite burst open.

I gasped when I opened my eyes, looked up and saw
Rodney Doyle standing between my splayed legs. “I could help you
with that, you know,” he said. “Though you seem to be doing a
pretty good job on your own. Maybe I’ll just stand here and enjoy
the view.”

“Maybe I will, too.” That was Rebecca’s voice. I
turned my head and saw her slip in the still partially open suite
door. “Pardon the intrusion, but the door was open and it sounded
like something fun was going on in here.”

Rebecca was still in her Naughty Nurse uniform. And
she carried a little black bag, the kind a doctor making housecalls
might use. “Mind if I join in?” she asked. “Jacob got called back
to Washington for a House vote, and now I’m here all by my
lonesome.”

Rodney smirked. “I suppose that’s up to Jasmine,” he
said. “And she seems quite busy at the moment.”

And I
was
busy. I hadn’t stopped whirring on
my clit for a second the whole time. But somehow my orgasm had
gotten stalled. It was clear I would be needing some expert
assistance in that department.

“A little help here, please,” I breathed, spreading
my legs wider. “I seem to be stuck.”

Rodney dove right in—headfirst. He set his tongue to
work right on ground zero, poking, prodding and stroking with its
dexterous tip. He licked, sucked, and bit on all my most important
nooks and crannies; he pressed all the right buttons. In less than
a minute I fell over the edge, crying and writhing. “Oh,
yeaaaahhhhhh,” I groaned when the moment came.

Rodney laughed into my cunt as I bucked wildly. The
man really loved to make me come. As I slowly came back to earth, I
could just barely perceive that Rodney was peeling the PVC catsuit
off my sweaty, musky body, limb by limb. First came the left leg,
then the right. Then he unfastened the various zippers that kept
the plasti-fabric glued to my torso, and peeled that off. Last came
the sleeves and the collar, until I lay completely naked before
him. A little cloud of musk and the heady scent of lady-juices
floated up and attacked my nostrils.

It was the unmistakable scent of sex.

Rodney was hard at work sucking and biting my left
nipple when he motioned to Rebecca. “I could use a little help
here, too, Nurse,” he said with a naughty glance at Rebecca’s
costume. “What remedies do you have in that little bag of
yours?”

Rebecca smiled as she unfastened the little black
bag’s metal clasp. “Oh, this and that,” she said seductively. She
rummaged around in the bag and pulled out a gigantic, bright-orange
Rabbit vibrator—the biggest I had ever seen—along with a set of
carved resin Enlightened Pathway balls. “I picked these up at the
sex shop yesterday when you both weren’t looking,” she said,
reaching into the bag and adding a couple of jars of
cherry-flavored lubricant to the mix. “I thought they might come in
handy.”

“You thought right, Nurse Rebecca,” Rodney said,
going to work on my right nipple. “Jasmine, you have very good
taste in friends.”

“I do my best,” I breathed as Rodney’s skillful oral
manipulation of my breast sent me into the stratosphere. “Ohhhh,
that’s
nice
.”

“It’ll only get better,” Rebecca teased as she
flipped the switch on the gigantic orange Rabbit to “HIGH” and
swabbed it with plenty of lube.

I spread my legs even wider in anticipation of the
Rabbit’s entry into the mix. Rodney even helped me out by grabbing
my right leg and looping it over his shoulder. He changed the angle
of his body so he could keep working on my breasts and belly with
his tongue and still get a good view of the proceedings down below.
Rebecca applied the Rabbit’s “ears” to my most sensitive point and
made sure the intense vibrations got where they needed to go. Once
I was bucking and writhing on the verge of my next orgasm, Rebecca
slid the Rabbit’s dildo home.