Knights and Kink Romance Boxed Set (8 page)

Rodney scoffed. “Given what you and I just did to
each other, I find that very hard to believe.”

“Well, you caught me on a good day, is all.”

He laughed. “Jasmine, whether you realize it or not,
you are a very sexual creature. And that sexual creature inside you
is just bursting to be let out of its little cage so she can
finally grow up and explore the finer things in life. I’m giving
you an opportunity to do just that, and maybe even shake up the
entrenched Washington status quo in the process. I promise that
you’ll have a very good time.”

“What about
us
?”

Rodney grinned. “
We
will have an even better
time taking advantage of all the sexy new bedroom activities you’re
going to learn working on this assignment.”

I had to admit, it sounded tempting. After all, I
hadn’t had a sex life of any kind in more than two years, and the
sex life I’d had prior to that had consisted only of my on-again,
off-again college boyfriend (whose sexual tastes were
meat-and-potatoes boring) and a couple drunken one-night stands my
first few years working as a low-paid PR intern in Washington. As a
result I’d been repressed and mostly celibate for more than ten
years, and I wasn’t exactly getting any younger, either. However
taboo it might have been, I decided Rodney’s business proposition
was probably the last chance I had for some bona-fide,
no-holds-barred sexual experimentation. The very idea of expanding
my sexual horizons and my career horizons simultaneously was even
more exciting. So exciting, in fact, that I could feel my cunt
getting hot and puffy again at the mere thought of it.

“So, when do I start?”

Rodney’s eyes lit up. “You’re accepting the job
offer then, I take it?”

“Yep.”

“You can start tomorrow if you like. I’ve already
planned your first assignment, in fact.” Rodney caressed the inside
of my thighs, inching his fingers towards my dampening slit. “And
if you don’t mind, I’d like to give you some on-the-job training in
preparation for that assignment right now.”

“Sounds good to me,” I cooed. “Let’s get
started.”

Without another word, Rodney got up and crossed to
an ornately carved Chinese cabinet. He opened the lacquered cabinet
doors, which revealed a set of small drawers. He opened one of the
drawers and took out two small red lacquered balls which were even
more ornately carved than the cabinet. The two balls were joined
together with a red silk cord, and had tiny chimes inside them that
tinkled as Rodney passed the balls back and forth from one hand to
the other.

He held them out to show me, dangling them by their
silk cord. “Do you know what these are?”

I studied the balls closely. They were very pretty,
and by the looks of them probably also very expensive. But I’d
never seen anything like them before. “I have no idea.”

“They’re priceless Chinese antiques dating from the
eighteenth century,” he said. “I’m a collector of sorts, and these
are among the most prized items in my collection.”

“What is it that you collect?”

Rodney smiled. “Historical erotica. I collect all
sorts of erotic things—paintings, sculptures, pillow books and the
like. But my favorite—and usually, the rarest—items in the
collection are the antique sex toys.” He swung the balls back and
forth on their ribbon in a hypnotic fashion. “Which is exactly what
these are.”

I stifled a laugh. “
Those
are sex toys?
You’re joking.”

Rodney blinked and shook his head. “Absolutely not.
These little lacquer balls are probably the best sex aid ever
invented. Most people in this country call them Ben-Wa balls, after
a modern Japanese manufacturer that makes cheap aluminum versions
of them for sex shops. But Ben-Wa balls are a poor imitation of the
original, which is part of an ancient tradition.” He rolled the
balls back and forth between his palms a few times, as if to warm
them. “The Chinese invented these toys, and they call them
Enlightened Pathway Balls, which I think is much better than any
cheap Japanese brand name.” Rodney placed the balls in my hand,
where they felt deliciously warm, rough, and knobby.

“What are they for?” I asked, though I thought I
might have some idea.

Rodney smiled. “How about I show you?” He motioned
for me to lean back, so I did. He spread my thighs wide enough to
give him full access to all my womanly parts, then slid the balls
one at a time up into my vag as high as they would go. Once they
were inside, he tugged on the silk cord—which still hung outside my
vag—until there was some resistance. The feeling of the balls
inside me was odd, but slightly pleasurable. I could feel the
carvings on the balls’ surface rubbing against the walls of my
sheath, but the resulting friction was just barely noticeable while
I was lying down. “What exactly am I supposed to be feeling?”

“You’ll get the full effect if you stand up,” Rodney
explained. He motioned for me to get up, so I did. The effect was
almost immediate.

“Ooohhhhhh,” I moaned the moment I was upright.
“That’s
niiiiiiceee
.”

Rodney watched me intently, his arousal obvious. “If
you think that’s good, try walking around.”

As soon as I got used to the new sensations erupting
inside me, I took a few steps. With each step I took, the Chinese
balls moved and rolled inside my vagina, pressing their carved
lacquer surfaces against the sides of my sensitive sheath and
moving up and down, side to side in a sensual dance I could feel
throughout my body. I also had to clench my vaginal muscles very
tightly to keep the balls from falling out, which only added to the
intensity of sensation.

“So, what do you think?” Rodney asked. It was
already pretty clear what
he
thought, since his cock was
pointing due north.

“I think that I like these—what did you call them
again?”

“Chinese ‘Enlightened Pathway’ Balls. Though they’re
more commonly known as Ben-Wa balls in the States.”

“Whatever they’re called, I like them very, very
much.” I walked around some more, until I felt something building
up in my vag that I’d never quite felt before. Without warning, my
sheath started to tighten, then undulate in a series of intense,
rocky waves. The contractions were so powerful that I lost my
balance and landed flat on my butt, my legs and arms bucking as my
body writhed in ecstasy for almost a full minute.

When I finally got control of myself again, I looked
up at Rodney, dazed and confused. “Wha-what the hell just
happened?”

Rodney laughed. “Looks to me like you had a very
intense vaginal orgasm. Which is
exactly
what those Chinese
balls are designed to cause.”

I blinked. I couldn’t comprehend it at first. “Wow,”
I finally said. “That was amazing. I’ve never come without
involving my clit before.”

“Most women don’t without a little help,” Rodney
explained. “Which is where toys like these come in.” He slunk up
beside me and tweaked on the silken cord—almost pulling the balls
out of my sheath, but not quite. “Your first assignment, Jasmine,
will be to walk around with the Chinese Enlightened Pathway Balls
inside you for a full twenty-four hours without once giving away to
anyone around you—strangers, co-workers, even me—that they’re in
there. Once you can control your reaction to the sensations, then
you’ll be ready to go undercover for me. Do you think you can do
that?”

“Mmmmph,” I moaned, still savoring the delicious
feelings coming from my vag. “I’ll ahhhh—do my best.”

“That’s all I need to hear,” Rodney purred. Then he
seized me, tossed me on the bed, and took me again, this time from
behind and with the Chinese balls still inside me. The feeling of
having Rodney’s giant cock competing for space inside my tight vag
with two rolling, turning lacquer balls was indescribable. It must
have been pretty intense for Rodney too, because he came almost
immediately—and so did I.

We both collapsed onto the bed, panting and covered
in sweat and musk. I’d had so many orgasms in such a short span of
time that my head had begun to pound. My vision grew distorted, my
limbs became heavy lead weights. Within minutes, I had sunk into a
deep, dark, dreamless sleep.

When I awakened, the first fingers of dawn were
already poking through the hotel room’s red velvet drapes. I
glanced over at the clock—5:45—and panicked. I had to be at Senator
Grayle’s office no later than 7 am, and I desperately needed a
shower and a change. I couldn’t exactly show up for work wearing a
fuck-me red dress and smelling like an orgy.

Rodney was still fast asleep, so I dressed quietly
and tiptoed out the door unnoticed. As I rode the elevator down to
the hotel lobby, I tried to make sense of what had happened the
night before. My memory was cloudy from a combination of sexual
exhilaration and pure exhaustion. Had last night’s crazy events
really happened, or were they just all part of one long, drawn-out
sex fantasy gone awry? Would Rodney Doyle really come through on
all his promises? Or had I just been another naïve floozy in his
long line of one night stands?

I supposed there was only one way to find out.
Everything would reveal itself in its own time.

In the meantime, I had to get back to my regular job
as a Senate PR staffer, and start doing some major damage
control.

Chapter
7

I made it out onto the abandoned early-morning
street at just before six. I figured I had barely enough time to
hop a cab back to my apartment for a shower and quick change back
into one of my trademark dowdy gray suits before hightailing it
back to Senator Grayle’s office by seven. A lone taxicab
approached; I reached up to hail it, and instantly felt a feathery
sensation inside my vag.

At first, I thought something was wrong with me.
Then I realized that Rodney’s Chinese balls were still inside my
sheath. I clenched my muscles just in time to keep them from
falling out onto the sidewalk, and an intense vaginal orgasm
immediately took hold of my body as the taxi pulled up at the
curb.

The cabbie rolled down the window. “Where to,
ma’am?” he asked, just as I felt the entire lower half of my body
vibrate itself into another dimension. I gritted my teeth, willing
myself not to thrash or cry out in response to the intense
sensations. “Georgetownnnnn, pllllleeeeze,” I managed. “17
Macarthur Boulevard.”

I hopped in and the cabbie sped off. The balls
rolled and tossed about inside my vag with every bump in the road.
By the time the cab reached Georgetown, I’d had two more
orgasms.

A girl could get used to this, that was for
sure.

The ecstasy must have shown on my face, because the
cabbie glanced at my reflection in his rearview mirror and frowned.
“You all right, ma’am?”

“Fiiiine,” I groaned as I felt yet another climax
coming on. “Just a little
tiiiiired.”

The cabbie shook his head in bewilderment and drove
on.

By the time we made it to my apartment building it
took all the force of will I had to keep from showing the crazy
sensations emanating from down south in my face and body. Beads of
sweat broke out on my forehead and my toes curled so tightly inside
my fuck-me stilettos that I nearly lost all circulation in my feet.
It was all I could do just to dig around in my purse for money to
pay the fare. Rather than wait around while the cabbie fumbled in
his cash drawer, I simply tossed a twenty at the cabbie and told
him to keep the change.

I ran upstairs to my apartment, started peeling off
my clothes piece by piece as soon as I crossed the threshold
inside. I headed straight for the shower, and turned the taps all
the way over to “COLD,” hoping it would help chill things out down
south a bit.

It didn’t.

All the ice-cold water did was make me shiver—which
of course made the Chinese balls move around that much more inside
me. And of course, that just made me more aroused than ever.

Aroused and
cold.
I never thought freezing
cold water could be sexy before now.But I supposed there was a
first time for everything.

I finished showering and shampooing at light-speed,
dried off, and threw on the first suit I grabbed from the closet. I
pulled my still-damp hair back into a severe schoolmarm bun, and
decided to go without makeup. Whatever I could do to feel less sexy
today, the better.

I hopped another cab and told the driver to take me
to the Hill and step on it. I was already halfway there when I
realized I’d forgotten to put on underwear.

So much for feeling less sexy. The feeling of the
rough wool fabric of my suit slacks rubbing up against my slit and
tugging at the Chinese balls’ cord only made me that much more
orgasmic.

How the hell was I supposed to walk around for
twenty-four hours as a strait-laced Capitol Hill staffer when I had
the most effective orgasm aid known to humankind shoved up my cunt?
It defied logic. I supposed it was a litmus test of some kind. In
order for me to live up to Rodney’s expectations as a
sexpot-for-hire, I would probably have to build up some kind of
mental and physical endurance.

The cab pulled up in front of Senator Grayle’s
office on the Hill. I paid the cabbie and as I got out of the car,
I kept myself from crying out at the latest orgasmic spasm to take
hold of my body by mentally visualizing the most un-sexy images I
could think of—belly-button lint, ingrown toenails, Bill Cosby
naked. It helped, but barely enough for me to keep a straight
face.

My stomach growled. I hadn’t eaten breakfast, and I
knew I wouldn’t be able to sustain myself on my usual stale-bagel
diet if I was fighting to stay ahead of the Chinese balls all day
long. I stopped in McDonald’s to order something quick to go.