Unfinished Hero 01 Knight (30 page)

Instead I pointed out, “You’ve already been super generous to me, Knight. I just moved some clients. It’s not a big deal.”

His head tipped into his hand. “It is to me.”

“Okay,” I whispered. “But I also owe you for stepping up for Sandrine.”

One side of his mouth went up and he agreed, “Yeah, you do.”

I grinned back but I used my whole mouth.

Suddenly, he leaned into me, his face to mine, his fingers slipped in a barely there touch between my legs and my hips jumped.

“So what’re you gonna give me?” he asked.

“What do you want?” I whispered.

“To know what you’ll give me.”

“Whatever you want,” I replied immediately and his fingers came back up in a barely there touch. Then they did it again, there but not there. I could feel the hint, the promise but they weren’t really touching.

I squirmed.

“Whatever I want?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Whatever I want,” he murmured as if turning this concept over in his mind.

“Yes,” I repeated on a breath and squirmed again as his fingers kept giving without giving.

“Still, baby,” he warned and it took effort but I stilled.

His fingers moved giving everything and nothing.

I closed my eyes.

His hand went away.

“You know I don’t like your eyes closed, Anya.”

I opened them.

His hand came back.

“You wanna know what I want?” he asked.

“Yes,” I panted.

“I wanna know how long you can take this before you lose control.”

Oh God.

“About two more seconds,” I whispered.

“That would be disappointing,” he replied.

God!

“You gonna try to hold on?”

“Yes,” I breathed as his fingers kept at it.

“Good girl, holding on for Daddy.”

God, just those words nearly made me lose control.

He watched my face, held my eyes as his fingers played. I held on. He kept doing it. I kept holding on.

I was holding tight with both hands to the end of the scarf tied around my wrists and panting, my legs and bottom tight and quivering and he whispered, “Fuck me, magnificent. How much more can you take, baby?”

“Keep giving it to me and we’ll see,” I gasped.

“Fuck,
magnificent
,” he growled.

Then he kept giving it to me without giving it to me.

Finally, to keep control, my head went back an inch and my teeth sunk into my lip.

“Okay, Anya, you’re done,” he decided, his finger grazed my clit, my neck arched, my hips bucked and I came instantly.

When I was coming down, his fingers were slipping through and his lips were at my ear.

“Saturated,” he growled. “Roll to your back, you know how I like it. Offer that pussy to me. Daddy’s gonna lick you clean.”

He pulled away and I didn’t hesitate. I rolled to my back, lifted my knees high and spread my legs wide.

Then my Daddy licked me clean and made me come again doing it.

Then he fucked me hard and he made me come doing that too.

Then he didn’t untie me after he turned out the lights and settled tight to my side. He made me fall asleep with his hand cupping me, two fingers inside.

I slept like a baby.

Not a single dream.

Mr. Sebring

I wandered down the hall in my platinum high-heeled sandals, wearing my kickass, platinum satin dress that clung to all the right parts of me. It was super short, had some intriguing drapes and was held up at my shoulders by slim, oval metal links. My clutch was tucked under my arm and my neck was bent, head twisted, forearms raised because I was still putting in my earring.

I heard Knight on the phone and I knew he was somewhere in the kitchen-living room area.

It was Friday, three weeks from Sandrine Scene, the Sequel.

The good news was, as of Wednesday, I was officially a certified skin technician. Classes were done and three of my nights were free. The other good news was, Knight’s employee, Kathleen, booked a weekly manicure on Monday nights.
Weekly!
Sixty extra dollars a month and that didn’t include tip. Crazy cool. Further good news was, Sandrine was laying low and licking her wounds that she messed it all up and strange, somewhat loser-ish rich guy who was still into her slipped through her fingers. She hadn’t been out since which meant she might have learned her lesson (hopefully). More good news was that it was the end of April, the weather was warming up and summer, my favorite season, was around the corner.

And the last good news was all things Knight.

We didn’t see each other often but we slept in the same bed every night (well, some of it, at least, since he was never home before two thirty). Sometimes, though rarely, he simply joined me and I didn’t even know it until the alarm sounded and I woke up beside him. Most times, he woke me and did me bossy. A few times, he woke me and made gentle love to me.

I liked all three.

We talked on the phone at least once every day. Depending on when this was, it could last a few minutes to longer. If I was at work, he just checked in. If he was at work and I was at home, sometimes he’d have time, sometimes he wouldn’t, sometimes he’d get called away.

He’d come to work to take me to lunch one day, though and, since I told him, and he thought it was uproariously funny, and I knew this because he laughed uproariously when I told him, he knew he was going to be given the once-over by the office girls.

He showed up in a suit, an electric blue tailored shirt and he still hadn’t had a haircut.

It was reported to me that he also smiled at one of our receptionists, Rosie, when he asked for me. And since everyone was hanging out in reception, they all caught the smile.

Not surprisingly, he was given enthusiastic thumbs-up all around.

When I informed him of
this,
he again laughed uproariously.

We had our Sundays together and I knew these were sacrosanct because after the first one blown by Sandrine’s antics, he didn’t take a single call all day the last two. He was always in demand, having calls come in when I was on the phone with him or people wanting his attention. So I knew he laid down the law.

For me.

After the first Sunday when his phone didn’t ring once, the second one, I turned mine off.

For Knight.

Now, even though it was nearing ten on a work night for him and he was usually long gone by then, he was taking me to Slade. I didn’t know why but I was going because it was an order.

“Pick a dress. When I look out the window of my office, I wanna see you,” was all he said.

I didn’t know what I’d do by myself, me and whatever security he assigned to me alone in a sea of people in his club. But I figured I could entertain myself.

And bottom line, if Knight wanted to see me out of his office window, I’d be there to be seen.

So I’d spent the last hour and a half after Knight made me dinner dolling up.

Now I was ready.

I’d turned the bend in the L and was wandering down the other hall not listening to him mostly because I was concentrating on walking, holding my clutch, my bracelet I couldn’t get clasped by myself dangling from my fist and finding the hole in my ear all at the same time.

I hit the open area and the curved post of my earring slid in. I stopped to slide on the plastic doohickey to keep it from working its way out and I dropped my hands and looked to Knight.

He was in the kitchen by the bar staring at me, eyes moving over me and they were hungry.

My knees got weak.

“Anya’s ready,” he rumbled into his phone, his voice not smooth by a long shot. “We’re done talking.”

Then he hit a button and dropped his phone to the counter.

“Here,” he growled. “Now.”

I went there and I did it immediately.

When I got there, his hands came instantly to my waist. They slid up over the smooth fabric at my sides then slid down. I held onto his biceps as I watched his eyes watch his hands move. Then his hands slid back and I came closer as they hit my behind. Then they clenched in and he jerked the skirt of my dress up.

I drew in a sharp breath and my fingers tensed into the hard muscle under the expensive fabric of his suit.

His eyes held mine and one finger slid deeper then traced the fabric of my thong, pressing in and gliding down, down…

My lips parted.

“Just checkin’,” he muttered, his hands retreating then smoothing my skirt over my bottom.

I swallowed.

Then, my voice low and slightly throaty, I asked softly, “Can you do my bracelet? I can’t get the clasp.”

“Give it to me,” was Knight’s answer which I correctly took as a yes.

I did then gave him my wrist and dipped my head to watch him work the clasp.

“Your girl, Vivica,” he said as he attached the bracelet. “She do only brothers or does she prefer other flavors?”

He finished with the clasp and my eyes went to his to see his on me.

“She prefers her own kind,” I answered.

“She got any kink?” he went on and my head gave a slight jerk then tipped to the side.

“Kink?”

“Kink. She a freak?”

“Um…”

His hands came to my hips and gave them a squeeze.

“She into deep shit? Serious shit?”

“Well, we haven’t gotten into specifics but I think she just likes to give over control and I know she likes to be a bad girl occasionally. Though, I did open the floodgates of that, she knows she can share with me and she didn’t describe anything like that. I got the sense she was relieved she could talk about it at all so she would and didn’t. So, my guess, no.”

“Find out,” he ordered and I blinked.

Then I asked quietly, “Why?”

“Heard the boys talkin’, there’s a brother who’s lookin’ to own and his goal is to possess a woman properly which means, long-term. He’s seen your girl and flat out said he wanted to bring her to heel. I asked a few questions, he’s way into that shit but like me. He wants all woman and sweet. He absolutely does not want kink. She’s that woman, I’ll give him the high sign.”

I stared at him and I knew my eyes were big at the thought of Knight Sebring, matchmaking.

Then I breathed, “Really?”

One side of his lips curled up and his hands slid to the small of my back bringing me close as he muttered, “Really.”

I arched back an inch and tipped my head to the side again. “Can you vouch for him?”

I watched and smiled a small smile as Knight burst out laughing.

Then he pulled me closer, one hand staying at the small of my back, one hand gliding up to between my shoulder blades when he said, “Uh… what he does with his hands, mouth and dick, no. I cannot vouch for him and I’m not goin’ there. They hook up, that’s up to your girl to find out. If you mean is he a good guy? Absolutely.”

I relaxed into him and murmured, “Okay.” Then my hand slid up to his neck and my fingertips drifted through the hair curling at his neck. “Do you guys talk about that, um… stuff a lot?”

“If you’re askin’ do I share how much I get off on bein’ your Daddy, fuck no. No one knows shit about me and definitely not about you. Can they guess about me and us, probably. My desire for control is not a secret. That said, Rhashan’s a man who knows who he is, doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of him, likes to get off like he likes it so if he’s recruiting, he asks around and he’s choosy.” He grinned. “The club’s the club, babe. Boys know and get a lotta pussy. A bitch is that way, they’ll know and throw her his way. And your girl is that way. Club pussy, usually not worth it. One-time deal. What I know of your girl, Rhash will think he hit the fuckin’ mother lode.”

I started giggling and Knight smiled as he watched me do it.

My fingers drifted back through the hair at his neck and my eyes dropped to watch before going back to his.

Then I said quietly, “You need a haircut, honey.”

“Uh… no,” he said quietly back. “Every time I let you use your hands, you get excited, you fist them in my hair. I like to feel you get excited any way including that way. I start lookin’ like a biker or a hippie, I’ll go to the barber. Until then, my baby’s got something to hold onto.”

I melted into him and assured, “You don’t look like a biker or a hippie.”

“Then we’re good,” he muttered, his lips twitching.

“Though, when I have Jeans and Heavy Metal Tee Knight Sundays, you look a little like a biker but it’s hot.”

Another lip twitch then, “So we’re still good.”

“Yeah,” I said softly.

His brows went up. “Jeans and Heavy Metal Tee Knight Sundays?”