Knight's Mistress (30 page)

She struggled to obey; she was still panting, quivering.

He dipped his head, looked into her heated gaze. ‘Since you can’t control yourself, why don’t we see how many
times
you can come? I’ll give you a minute to rest between climaxes.’ He glanced at the bedside clock.

Her eyes flared wide. ‘That’s impossible!’

‘Forty seconds.’

‘Dominic, no!’

‘Thirty-five.’

She gave a cry of protest.

‘You really must learn to obey,’ he whispered, sliding his hand down her belly, forcing a fingertip past the dildo to touch her throbbing clit. Massaging it lightly.

She groaned as the shock waves surged through her body, whimpered as he stroked her swollen nub, heard him say, ‘Two seconds, one –’

He twisted his fingers in the belt around her waist, gripped it firmly and pulled. The dildo drove into her throbbing, pulsing body, hot, delicious pleasure exploded and she instantly climaxed again.

The minute of rest passed with astonishing speed.

She couldn’t possibly, she couldn’t. Then half dazed, she felt Dominic’s hands on her body, on her breasts, her nipples, her thighs, lightly caressing, making her skin tingle, her body ache. He moved the dildo more gently
that time, pressed it softly against her G-spot, held it there. And with a sob, she came.

She was utterly helpless to resist, gentle or rough, slow or fast, he deliberately brought her to orgasm over and over again. Until she was sheened with perspiration, the dildo deliciously hot inside her, her G-spot and clitoris violently throbbing and she was softly keening in continuous, greedy need.

She was gasping for air when he finally picked her up, carried her to the chair he’d vacated and gently deposited her on the soft cushions. ‘Rest a minute. I’ll wait for you.’ Pulling up another chair, he sat opposite her and watched the wild frenzy dissipate, watched her slowly return to the world. ‘Very impressive, Katherine. You might have set a new record. You obviously like your new toy.’

The cool insolence dragged her eyes open and she met his amused blue gaze.

‘How would you score it on a scale of one to ten?’ he asked.

‘A twenty.’

He smiled. ‘How nice for you. So I did well.’

‘Don’t you always. You’re damn near perfect and you know it. Do you want me to say you’re good? After so many women you must know that, but if you’d like me to thank you I will. The orgasms were fucking great.’

A small dip of his lashes. ‘Are you testy about something, Katherine? Tell me and I’ll remedy it.’

I adore you even when you’re a bastard. Remedy that. I adore
you even when you’re making me do something I don’t want to do because you know I’ll like it in the end. Remedy that.
‘No, I’m fine,’ she said with a polite smile.

He leaned forward, held her gaze. ‘Are you sure? You can tell me anything.’

I think I love you or everything about you which may or may not be love but close enough to be scary. You’ll forget me an hour after I’m gone and I’ll remember you for the rest of my life. Other than that –
‘I’m good, really. But thanks for asking.’

‘Would you rather do something else?’

She rocked gently, smiled. ‘Not just yet.’

He laughed softly. ‘Take your time.’

She lifted her hand slightly as Dominic’s erection swelled under his sweats. ‘But he’s waiting.’

Dominic ran his fingers over the visible bulge. ‘He can wait. But whenever you feel like moving, maybe you could come over and help him out.’ He pointed to her mouth, then his conspicuous hard on.

‘You’d like that?’

‘I would.’

‘Must I?’

That tantalizing little purr that meant she was playing. ‘Of course,’ he mildly said. ‘Why are you here if not to please me?’

‘And please myself.’

‘If I allow it, Katherine. Whether you have another orgasm is my decision, not yours.’ His voice dropped in volume, a coolness invaded his eyes. ‘You understand that,
don’t you?’ A pause while he waited for her answer. ‘Answer or you’ll regret it.’

‘I understand.’

‘There now, that wasn’t so hard.’ He spread his legs and pointed. ‘On your knees, Katherine. I want to make use of your mouth.’

That soft spoken order streaked through her body, her nipples tightened into hard points, her arousal instantly stoked by his quiet demand.

‘Your nipples always betray you,’ Dominic murmured. ‘Don’t even think about coming. If you come without my permission you’ll be punished.’

There was something in his voice that brought her head up.

His fingers were steepled under his chin, his gaze chill. ‘Are you afraid you’ll be punished, Katherine?’

She tried not to tremble. ‘Should I be?’

‘You should.’ He held her gaze, then tipped his steepled fingers downwards. ‘Don’t keep us waiting.’

She flushed, her stomach quivered, everything tightened in her core. She was consumed with need. Desperate again, as if submission alone could arouse her.

Ordered not to come, she moved gingerly with her swollen clit jammed against the dildo, careful not to jar anything as she rose from the chair and moved to where Dominic sat. He helped lower her to her knees, then spread his legs, slipped a fingertip under her chin and lifted her face to him.

She felt her clitoris harden under his cool gaze, stifled her moan.

He smiled faintly. ‘You’re learning.’ Reaching out his other hand, he drew a small riding crop from under some magazines on a nearby table. ‘If you need help remembering who gives orders here’ – he slid the crop over her shoulder, up her throat, then set it on the chair arm – ‘I’ll remind you. Now untie my sweats and take it out.’ Soft, curt, a small stricture to his voice.

She fumbled with the knot, nervous after his warning, anxious to please.

‘Jesus, Katherine,’ Dominic irritably said, the beast inside barely leashed. ‘Stop. I’ll untie it. It’s a damn slip knot. There. Do you think you can manage now?’

‘Fuck you and fuck your orders.’ Overlooking the dildo in her anger, she sat back on her heels, gasped and quickly came up on her knees.

His hands were on her throat in a millisecond, his thumbs pushing her chin up so she saw the cold fury in his eyes. ‘No, Katherine,’ he said through his teeth. ‘Fuck you.’ Dragging her head forward, he prised her mouth open with his fingers and forced his cock into her mouth. ‘If you bite me, I’ll whip you. Don’t think I won’t.’

Her mouth relaxed; she’d been about to do just that.

‘Smart girl. Now do a good job and I’ll let you come a few times. Screw with me and I’ll see that you don’t come for a year.’

Her mouth full of cock, she glanced up in shock.

‘I can, Katherine; I can do anything I want with you. Make sure you swallow. That’s an order.’

She shouldn’t be aroused by his brute malevolence; it was grotesque, shameless. But even as Dominic held her head in a hard, unyielding grip, guided the rhythm, forced the depth of her descent whether she choked or not, coercing her without compunction, she couldn’t help herself. She responded to him beyond conscious control, her body recognizing his voice, his touch, his capacity for pleasure; he made her wild, lustful, frantic. Reason had nothing to do with one second of her response to his demands, nor did it control the rush of her heart or the flush on her cheek. He was her self-contradictory craziness and bliss. He was the only man she’d ever wanted, perhaps the only man she’d ever want.

The dildo stabbed sensationally deep inside her each time she leaned forward to draw his rigid length into her mouth. Her clit swelled even more against the stainless steel, intensifying the fierce bliss, her powerlessness against the solid, inexorable thrust of the dildo was perversely exciting, radical, intense. Soon her sex was creamy wet, the pearly fluid seeping out around the dildo, her desire at fever pitch, her nerves skittish, panic beating at her brain. What if she couldn’t curtail her climax?
A year! He couldn’t mean it! He couldn’t do it – could he?

‘Don’t you dare come,’ he whispered on a suffocated breath, so near to orgasm the top of his head was beginning to lift off. And a tremulous second later, his pressing
orgasmic urgency inexorably erupted, his climax burst in hot gouts of semen, jetted, spurted, filling her mouth faster than she could swallow, the overflow seeping through her lips, trickling down her chin.

After a last jerk and a muffled grunt, he finally released her head, leaned back, shut his eyes and softly exhaled. His chest was still heaving when he felt his erection begin to pulse. First staggered, then unnerved, he promptly opened his eyes and sat up. Christ. Since when was he ready to come again a second after orgasm? He knew the answer: she was kneeling between his legs.

On the other hand, the part below his head was doing just fine and he had five more days to enjoy her.

Sliding his fingers down Kate’s cheek as she knelt trembling before him, he softly said, ‘You’re almost there, aren’t you. You’ve been very patient. I appreciate it.’ He slid his fingers under the belt. ‘Ready?’

A fraction of a second, then his query registered. ‘Yes, please,’ she whispered, quivering, hardly daring to draw a deep breath for fear she might climax, the need for orgasm like mainlining some drug. The more she had the more she wanted.

Jesus, he was going to have to fuck that sweet, eager young thing sooner rather than later. But at the moment: he flexed his fingers and gently lifted the belt.

She instantly came with a tiny, feverish groan, eyes shut and breathless. He gently lifted again and another climax, sharper, more intense, immediately washed over the first.
She screamed, a wild, startled cry, and clutched his thighs to support herself as her knees gave way, as the tempestuous, high-pressure orgasmic convulsions ravished her body.

What Dominic did next was an arbitrary lapse of judgement, or a deliberate depravity. Or a calculated attempt to distance himself from unwanted emotion. Or perhaps it was nothing more than a thoughtless impulse in this house that occasionally hosted hardcore entertainments.

Dominic jerked hard on the belt.

Katherine shrieked at the violent spasm exploding through her overwrought nervous system, viciously ripping through her core, ravaging her glutted senses. Then, she went pale as a ghost and began shuddering.

Oh fuck.
What the hell had he done? Had he lost all sense of proportion? Had he turned into some goddamn monster? This was Katherine for Christ’s sake. Calling himself every kind of evil fiend, Dominic instantly unclasped the belt, cautiously eased out the dildo and flung it away. Gently lifting Kate up into his arms, he tenderly settled her on his lap, drew her against his chest with exacting care. ‘Jesus, I must be out of my mind,’ he said, rough, breathless. ‘I’m so goddamn sorry.’ He kissed her hair, her cheek, the curve of her ear. ‘I shouldn’t be messing with someone like you.’ Stretching back, he grabbed a towel from the bed, wiped her mouth, her chin. ‘I’m such a bastard.’ He rubbed his chin in her hair, gently stroked her forearm. ‘If you want, I’ll get down on my knees and apologize. Just say the word.’

‘Word,’ she croaked.

He glanced at her, a faint smile playing over his lips. ‘If I’m going to grovel, you have to open your eyes.’

She lifted her chin fractionally, opened her eyes.

The same potent green he’d noticed the first time he’d met her. Potent, irresistible, detrimental to the orderly life he’d constructed after Julia’s death. But
irresistible.
‘Do we need a doctor?’ he softly asked.

‘No.’ She was shocked, but not hurt. Not that she was about to let him off the hook. She’d never seen a completely penitent Dominic. ‘That apology on your knees will suffice,’ she said, smiling.

He grimaced.

A pointed look, an infinitesimal lift of her brow. ‘Didn’t you mean it?’ She had to admit it was a nice little power trip pointing out to Dominic that he had a conscience.

A small sigh. ‘Of course I meant it.’ Lifting her off his lap, he shifted her to one side on the chair, pulled up his sweats, knotted the tie and bluntly said, ‘You realize I’ve never done this before.’

‘Oh goody.’ Bright-eyed and teasing.

His expression in contrast was disgruntled, a rudiment of a frown canted his brows as he rose to his feet. ‘Just so you know, this is a one-time deal.’

‘I should hope so.’ A wider smile, blatant mischief in her eyes.

‘Stop,’ he grumbled, ‘or you’ll get a spanking instead of an apology.’

‘Are you kidding me? Thanks to you I almost OD’d on orgasms.’

He winced. ‘You’re right. That was reprehensible of me.’ Dropping to one knee, he met her gaze, the blue of his eyes stark with remorse. ‘I’m sorry I hurt you. It was shameful and despicable. You deserve not only my apology but compensation for my stupidity. I mean it.’ A sudden boyish smile, open and warm. ‘How’s that? Did I do well?’

‘Very well, thank you.’ Kate smiled back. ‘And I’m not hurt so don’t worry. You didn’t have to toss that dildo. It’s perfectly fine.’

‘No it’s not fine,’ he said, coming to his feet. ‘It’s gone and it’s going to stay gone. It wasn’t a good idea.’

‘I liked it’ – she gently arched her back in a languorous stretch – ‘in moderation. So if I were to ask real nicely, might I have it back later?’

He bit on his lower lip. A small pause. ‘No,’ he finally said. ‘I can’t trust myself. We’ll find something else to entertain you.’

‘Meaning?’

‘Meaning, you’re taking a rest right now. You were hardly breathing a few minutes ago. Now don’t move, I’ll be right back.’

When he returned, he brought her a robe, put it on her, then arranged her on his lap, wrapped his arms around her, and said, ‘How about a movie for a change? I think I have that Marie Antoinette one you like.’

‘You don’t have to watch it just for me. It’s not really a guy movie.’

‘I don’t mind.’

‘You’re just being nice cos you feel guilty. I wasn’t hurt, just overwhelmed.’ She looked up and smiled. ‘You do that to me.’

‘Then I’d better stop doing it. We’ll try vanilla sex for a while.’

‘Maybe I don’t
want
vanilla sex,’ she protested. ‘Why would I want vanilla sex when you make me feel so outrageously good, so incredibly wonderful, so well … insatiable with the other kind of stuff.’