Knight (An Impossible Novel) (29 page)

I searched his face intently as I arrived at the root of my desires.  “I was so
tired
of worrying all the time about how my actions might affect other people.  I needed someone who I could trust to take away that worry.”

Master traced his thumb across my furrowed brow.

“And you couldn’t ask your loved ones for help because you couldn’t burden them with your worries.  You thought you had put them through enough worry because of you, and you took responsibility for ensuring their happiness at the cost of your own.”

“Yes.”

How could he see me so clearly?  He easily understood my deepest needs, needs that had taken me years to sort through and comprehend.

He fixed me with a serious stare.  “Do you think wanting to trust someone deeply enough to allow him to help and support you makes you a whore?”

“Well…  No.  Not when you put it that way.  But -”

He touched his fingers to my lips, silencing me.

“There is nothing wrong with your desires, Lydia.  You’re a strong woman, and you need someone with a firm hand to challenge that strength in order for you to allow yourself to let go.”  He gave me a lopsided smile.  “Luckily for you, helping and supporting you suits my kinks; I definitely don’t mind taking you in hand.  Accept it: you were made for me, sweetheart.  And there’s nothing perverted about that.”

“No,” I agreed fervently.  “And even if it were, I’m too happy to care.  I like being yours, Master.  I love you.”

“You see?”  He said with a cocky grin.  “It’s so much easier when you just accept that I’m right.”

I scoffed at him, my voice dripping with sarcasm.  “Please forgive me for daring to question your wisdom, Master.  I’ll blindly accept whatever you say from now on.  Won’t that make for stimulating
conversations.”

He laughed.  “You have a smart mouth, sub.  By all means, feel free to question me whenever you like.  If I feel you’re being deliberately impertinent, I can always gag you.”

My gasp was a mixture of shock and arousal.  His fingers traced around my parted lips.

“Well, isn’t that sweet? 
Open and eager.  I think a pretty red ball gag would suit you nicely, girl.”

My mouth closed with an audible snap, barring entry.  I glared up at him in warning, unwilling to open my lips again to deliver a snappy retort.

He just chuckled at my threatening frown.  “I think a blindfold will be in order, too.  I can’t risk your eyes burning a hole in my head.”

Even as my scowl intensified, I couldn’t stop my body from pressing up against him more closely, my pulsing clit seeking stimulation against his hard thigh.

It really shouldn’t be legal for a man to look so arrogantly amused.

My disappointed whine was involuntary when he rolled away from me and got to his feet.  At the sound of my protest, he cocked his head at me with a condescending grin.

“Did you want something, sweetheart?”

My jaw clenched, anger and something darker burning in my gut.  He was toying with me.  Did he really expect me to
ask
him to blindfold and gag me?

Hell no.  It was one thing to melt under his touch, to cede everything to him at the power of his drugging kiss.  Well, I wasn’t about to beg him to
take me in hand
while he was being such a cocky ass.

Even if he was a devastatingly sexy cocky ass whose smug expression and glinting eyes did funny things to my insides.  That expression messed with my brain, and for a second I actually considered falling to my knees and begging him to use me as he desired.

I shook my head at myself and straightened my shoulders as I got to my feet as well.

If anything, my show of bravado only appeared to please him further.  I pursed my lips and resolutely ignored the gathering heat between my legs.

“Breakfast?”  I asked pointedly.  I had hoped to sound cool and unruffled, but he didn’t miss the fact that I couldn’t manage to force out more than one word.

He stepped to the side with a gentlemanly gesture towards the door.  “After you,” he prompted me to walk ahead of him.  I couldn’t hold back my disappointed frown when he didn’t touch me as I passed.  His grin widened in response.  I didn’t trust the playful light in his eyes at all.

His strategy became all too clear as I cooked breakfast: he wasn’t going to touch me in any way until I asked him to fulfill the little fantasy he had spun for me.  Well, I wasn’t going to give in so easily.

We began a silent battle of wills as I did everything I could to tempt him with my body.  I wore nothing but an apron in the kitchen, and I made sure to sway my hips as I worked around the small space.  I even made a show of dropping a fork just so I could slowly bend to retrieve it from the floor before arching over the sink as I washed it.  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that his hand was fisted on the countertop, belying his carefully calm expression.  I quickly turned to hide my smirk.

Our game continued through mid-morning, by which time we were both thoroughly frustrated.

“This is stupid!”  I finally burst out.  “Just fuck me already.”

He arched a cool eyebrow at me from where he was seated at the opposite end of the couch.  I waited for his mocking reply, for his sharp admonishment.  I couldn’t predict how he would react, but I fully expected some sort of reaction.

But he just stared at me, fixing me in place with his suddenly icy eyes.  I found I couldn’t break away, and his power began to pulse over me.  I sank under its weight, my mind giving way to its irresistible force.  He didn’t move until my breath was coming in short, shallow pants and my body
was trembling.

He stood slowly, and my eyes remained riveted on his as he stepped towards my end of the couch.  Within seconds, he was
towering above me, his implacable gaze boring into my soul. 

And still he said nothing.  Instead, he merely pointed at the floor.

I was on my knees instantly.  There was no hesitation, no thought.  He had me completely under his power, my mind utterly in his grasp.

He kept his gaze trained on me, and I could practically feel myself melting into him, my will eagerly surrendering to his control.  My body was suddenly incredibly light, and my mind went blissfully blank.

“Was there something you wanted to ask me, girl?”  He asked coolly.

“Will you please fuck me, Master?”  My voice was soft, docile.  I didn’t even think about what I was saying, didn’t consciously formulate the words.  Master had asked me a question, and I gave him the proper answer.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to cuff me to the bed and blindfold and gag me.  Then I want you to fuck me.  Please.”

He smiled and touched his fingers to my hair, working though it slowly.  I practically mewled in pleasure at the renewed contact.

“The cuffs are a nice touch, little one.  And you did ask for your punishment so sweetly.”

In my normal frame of mind, I would have been galled to realize that I had indeed asked him to carry out my punishment.  But in that moment, I felt nothing but pure joy at having pleased him.

His hand fisted in my hair and tugged me forward, guiding me onto my hands and knees.  I expected him to take me from behind, but to my intense embarrassment and incredible arousal, he began to walk towards the bedroom, forcing me to crawl beside him.  Other than my shocked gasp, I let out no words of protest.  The insistent pulsing of my core commanded too much of my attention for me to formulate coherent thoughts.  My thighs were increasingly slick as they rubbed together, my wetness coating them.  By the time we reached the bedroom, my limbs were trembling.  I was grateful for his physical guidance as he silently directed me up onto the bed.

He positioned me in the center of the mattress, facing the headboard.  He released my hair and pressed his hand firmly between my shoulder blades, pushing me down so that my cheek rested on the bed.  Still on my knees, my ass was raised flagrantly.

His grip around my wrists was gentle, but he inexorably guided my hands so that my arms extended out towards the bedposts.  As my upper body was forced lower, my tight, aching nipples brushed against the duvet, and I couldn’t suppress the urge to writhe, seeking further stimulation.  Master chuckled at the sound of my low moan, allowing me to continue my desperate quest for sensual release as he secured my wrists with the cuffs that were attached to the bed.

Once he was satisfied with my bonds, he clicked his tongue at me as he guided my thighs apart, and cool air hit my exposed pussy.  I was open, offered up for his use.  My writhing had regulated to a steady rocking motion as my body begged for sex.  I didn’t even realize that I was begging aloud as well, repeatedly echoing the request that I had made of him, that I had so rudely issued as a demand only minutes earlier.

“Please, Master.  Please fuck me.  Please fuck me.  Please…”

My conscious mind had been obliterated by his power over me.  His skillful manipulation reduced me to my basest state, where there was only instinctive need, and my soul had recognized that his will was my only means of attaining release.  I was beautifully, blissfully lost in him.

A drawer opened and closed.

“Shhh,” he softly quieted my pleas.  Something hard and smooth pressed against my lips, which were already slightly parted from my panting breaths.  “Open.”

Obediently, I relaxed my jaw, and the round sphere of the gag eased into my mouth.  The rubbery tang was a scent in my nostrils and a taste on my tongue.  My teeth sank into it slightly as Master fastened the buckle around the back of my head, forcing it to further invade my mouth.  I drew in deep breaths through my nose as my breathing was suddenly restricted.

I was only just becoming accustomed to the unfamiliar intrusion when the soft, silky blindfold fell over my eyes.  They had already been closed, but the thick material blocked out all light that had shone through my lids.

For the space of an unbearably long minute, there was nothing; no sight, no sounds, no tactile sensations.  Then my senses began to heighten.  The musky scent of my own arousal and Master’s heady masculine smell mingled with the rubber of the gag and the salty leather of the cuffs, flooding my nose with the scent of darkly perverse sensuality.  The sound of his even breaths beneath my increasingly staccato ones reinforced the sense of his control over my entire
being.  The heat of him beside me danced with the cool air on my naked flesh, causing the fine hairs on my body to stand on end.

My strangled cry was muffled by the gag when Master’s fingernails lightly scraped down the length of my back.  The rush elicited by his touch went straight to my head, sending pleasure swirling through my mind.  I arched, my muscles tensing for a moment before melting completely.

Straps encircled my upper thighs.  As Master pulled them tight to secure them, the slightly ridged nylon material rubbed against the skin where my inner thighs met my pussy lips.  My body twisted in response to the sensation, and the clanking of chains as I tugged against my restraints made me whimper in delighted helplessness.

Something hard pressed against my clit, secured there by the tautly-drawn straps.  Puzzlement stirred across the surface of my subconscious, but it was quickly eradicated when the object began to buzz softly.  Moaning, I jerked harder against my restraints, grinding my hips in a circular motion as though I could press myself more closely to the maddeningly teasing vibrator.

Master’s low chuckle danced across my skin.

“Such a greedy girl,” he remarked with pleasure.  “She’ll have to learn patience.”

My whine morphed to a shocked cry as his lube-slicked finger abruptly pressed against my asshole, pushing in steadily until he was fully seated within me.  My clit pulsed madly against the vibrator, but it still wasn’t enough to sate me.  He pressed in a second finger, pumping gently as my body welcomed more in my need.  My inner muscles began to contract around him as my orgasm neared, and he stopped his movements completely.  I sobbed into the gag.

“You don’t get to come until I a
llow it, sub,” he informed me.

My entire body was quivering, teetering torturously on the edge of ecstasy.

His fingers withdrew, leaving me feeling achingly empty.  I craved to be filled, for Master to fuck me.  I didn’t care how; I just needed him.

He obliged me, his lubricated cock pressing against my dark entrance.  Despite my craving, I couldn’t help moving away from him as he penetrated me.  He was far too big; I would never be able to take all of him.

His hands closed around my hips, holding me in place with a warning growl.

“Relax, girl.  Don’t fight your Master.”

Drawing in several deep breaths, I struggled to obey.  His fingers trailed down my back, stroking me in approval.

“Good girl.  Just like that.  Breathe.”

I shuddered beneath his praising touch.  Despite my acquiescence, the burning sensation inside me increased as Master continued his progress.  After a few more seconds of discomfort, the head of his cock fully breached the ring of tight muscles with a small popping sensation.  He stayed there for a moment, his own breaths turning ragged with the effort of holding himself back so that I could adjust to the intrusion.