Knights and Kink Romance Boxed Set (7 page)

My distress must have shown on my face, because
Rodney caressed it gently, and said “Don’t worry, Jasmine. I have
an idea for our dinner I think you’ll enjoy.”

I slid between the round bed’s red satin sheets just
in time for Rodney to let in the busboy, who had our dinners on a
silver cart. The busboy tried to set up a formal table service on
the buffet, but Rodney tipped him a twenty and shooed him out the
door. Then Rodney lifted the metal warming lids from our plates,
spread a white napkin over his arm French-waiter style, and brought
the dishes over to the bed.

“Come out from underneath the sheets, Jasmine. It’s
time for dinner.”

Before I could say no, Rodney set down the plates at
the foot of the bed. He took my plate of steak teriyaki and began
finger-feeding me the chopped pieces of meat one at a time. Each
time he placed a bit of meat in my mouth, he was careful to ensure
his fingers made it inside just as I bit down. I nibbled and licked
his fingers sensuously as I savored every bite of the well-prepared
and seasoned steak. My meal became an act of foreplay in and of
itself.

When I finished my meal, I was as turned on as I
would be if Rodney had kissed and licked me all over. Rodney lifted
away the covers, revealing my sweating, heaving body—naked except
for my black lace panties and the fuck-me stilettos, which I
realized were still on my feet.

“Ah, that is one beautiful sight,” Rodney said,
admiring the full length of my body. “But something’s missing, I
think.”

Rodney picked up his plate—a filet mignon with Asian
ginger sauce—tested the dish’s temperature with his finger, then
lifted the meat off the plate and placed it on my solar plexus. At
first I was shocked, but then I began to enjoy the sensation of the
warm, soft, juicy meat against my bare skin. As an added bonus, the
ginger sauce gave my skin a delightful tingle, the same kind of
tingle you get in the back of your throat when you eat fresh ginger
with sushi. Just as I started relishing the feeling of the meat on
my skin, however, Rodney leaned over and began to nibble tiny bites
of the filet. The meat moved slightly with each bite he took,
creating damp feathery sensations that sent warm prickles all over
my belly. He savored the meat, eating slowly and deliberately to
maximize the pleasure the food gave both him and me. Then when the
meat was finally gone, he began lapping up the ginger sauce that
had adhered to my skin, making sure to spread it around with his
tongue so I could get the most of the tingling sensations from the
raw gingerroot. My belly started to melt, and that wonderful melty
feeling was heading straight for my pussy.

“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “That is
so
good.”

Rodney looked up from his perch on my belly; there
was a dabble of ginger sauce stuck to one corner of his mouth,
which he licked off slowly, giving me the fullest view of his
limber, pointed tongue. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said,
then dove down south.

Rodney parted my thighs with his strong, capable
hands, then spread my labia with his fingers. He made his tongue
into a sharp little point, then started licking up my juices,
spreading them in all my cracks and crevices. There were remnants
of raw ginger still on his tongue, and its sharp acidic content
made my pussy tingle and burn in the most delicious way imaginable.
I felt my orgasm within arm’s reach, and Rodney helped speed it
along by turning his focus to my clit, which he started to coax out
from underneath its hood with quick flicks of his tongue.

Before I could take another breath, my climax rocked
my body. It started deep inside my sheath and radiated out from my
pussy and then up my torso and down my legs until my feet, arms,
and head convulsed into wrenching explosions. Rodney deepened the
intensity by pushing one finger, then two inside my vag, then
expertly hooked them right into my G spot. A split second later I
came again, so violently that I shrieked and pounded the mattress
with both fists.

I just had two of the most intense orgasms of my
life. Now, I needed Rodney’s cock deep inside me.
Right
now.

I reached for Rodney’s belt buckle, which I loosened
with trembling hands. It was a complicated buckle, a wearable-art
original Celtic-knot design that was like a puzzle. I struggled to
open it for almost a full minute before I figured it out. He leaned
back and watched me work at it with relish.

“You sure keep your equipment under lock and key,” I
breathed when I finally managed to get the buckle free.

“I like to keep everything safe and sound just for
occasions like this,” he said. “You can never be too careful.”

“No, you can’t,” I agreed and I took the Rodney’s
zipper pull between my teeth and yanked downward. To my delight,
his enormous cock popped right out of the opening—he wasn’t wearing
any underwear. “I can see why you need to keep your cock under
lockdown,” I giggled. “You’re awfully well-endowed to go
commando.”

“I like the air circulation,” he whispered, pushing
my head down so the tip of his cock found my lips. “Keeps things
fresh down there, if you know what I mean.”

A tiny drop of moisture appeared on Rodney’s glans.
I touched it with the tip of my tongue, then used it to spread the
salty sweetness over the whole glans and foreskin. Rodney gasped
and moaned, then thrust his hips forward so his whole cock filled
my mouth, sinking in deeper and deeper until the glans hit the back
of my throat. Which under normal circumstances would make me gag,
but today, I just found the sensation dangerously sexy.

I sucked Rodney’s cock slowly at first, savoring the
salty, musky flavors of it, thrilling at how my mouth and throat
had to stretch and strain to take in his huge bulk. Once I was used
to the size, I began to move my mouth up and down the shaft,
licking the underside with my tongue, pressing down on the top with
my lips and teeth. Rodney bucked his hips to meet my rhythm, and
soon we were moving back and forth in perfect unison. Each time I
felt Rodney’s climax starting to build up in his shaft, I held it
back by biting down on his glans, making him yelp with pleasure and
pain simultaneously, amassing more and more sexual tension up and
down his body until he was shaking all over with it.

“Please, Jasmine,” he groaned. “Please.”

I pulled myself off his cock. I wanted to torture
him for just a moment more before I let him explode. I took my
breasts in each hand, then wrapped them around his cock. I rubbed
them back and forth, up and down, making them into a kind of bouncy
sheath for him to delight in before I pinched the tip of his cock
hard with one hand, holding off his climax one last time.

“Unnnh,” he grunted in protest, then grabbed at my
hair.He pulled me up and away from his cock, then threw me down
flat on the bed. He took my legs and placed them up over his
shoulders, splaying me wide open for his entrance. He thrust his
hips forward, entering me in one swift motion that stretched my
insides to their limit. The resulting feeling was like fire and
ice, an incredible mixture of pleasure and pain that sent me
reeling into yet another orgasm. My own climax was the trigger for
Rodney’s and I felt his cock throbbing with it inside me. Our
climaxes were in perfect synchronization, beating to the same deep
rhythm until they slowly, gradually came to a perfect
stillness.

We lay in each others’ arms for several minutes,
just basking in the afterglow. Then Rodney gently rolled off me and
took his place at my side. He caressed the curve of my full hips
and heavy breasts, kissed the divot where my neck met my chest.
“So, what did you think?” he asked. “Do I meet your standards?”

“And then some,” I answered. “That was incredible,
absolutely incredible. Thank you.”

He kissed my forehead. “You’re welcome. And like I
said before, there are no strings attached. Merely my gift to you.
I hope you enjoyed it. I know I did.”

“It was great, believe me.” I ran my finger along
the bladelike curve of his chin. “So what do we do now?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Just relax.”

I sat bolt upright. “But I
can’t
relax. I’m
probably going to be out of a job tomorrow. Or if not tomorrow, by
the end of the year for sure. If you don’t help me, Senator Grayle
is going to lose the election.”

Rodney put his hands on my shoulders and eased me
back down to the bed. “Jasmine, you really need to stop bringing
work to bed with you.”

“But—“

Rodney held up his hand. “We’ve already discussed
this, Jasmine.”

I sighed. “I know, I know, you’re smitten with me,
you respect me too much to use me in exchange for political favors
and all that. As much as I appreciate how much you respect me and
all, it really doesn’t help my current situation very much.”

Rodney stroked my cheek. “Have you ever considered
changing
your current situation?”

“What do you mean?”

“Who says you have to keep working for Senator
Grayle? Who says that maybe instead of working PR for a senator,
spending all your time and energy trying to get him a ten-second
spot on CNN or to get him interviewed in the
Post
or
Time
magazine, that you switched sides? What if you quit
shilling yourself trying to get the media’s attention and started
working
for the media instead? I think you’d make a great
investigative reporter.”

“I haven’t done any reporting since I was in college
working at the student newspaper,” I said. “And back then, my beat
was sports, not politics.”

Rodney laughed. “Then you’ll bring a very fresh
perspective to the job.”

“But—but I can’t just up and leave Senator Grayle at
a time like this!” I protested. “He’s desperate! He needs me now
more than ever! If I bail on him now, that’ll haunt me for the rest
of my career.”

“You wouldn’t have to leave his employment,” Rodney
said. “At least, not right away. Because I generally like my
investigative reporters to work undercover.”

I gasped. “You aren’t suggesting—“

“Yes, I am. You’d keep working for Grayle for
outside appearances’ sake, while you used your position there to
gather unsavory information about him—as well as some other
Washington folks I’ve had my eye on—and then once we’ve got enough
to work with, we’ll go public with it. It means you’ll lose your PR
job of course, but believe me, there’d be a helluva future for you
in journalism. Maybe not as a Pulitzer-winning
Washington
Post
reporter, mind you, but you’d still be pretty powerful in
town just the same. If you can dig up what I think you can, pretty
soon there won’t be an elected official left in this town who won’t
tremble at the sound of your name.”

I was shocked, but intrigued. “What exactly would
you want me to dig up? And on whom?”

Rodney raised himself up on one arm. “Senator Grayle
isn’t the only high-level Washington official with—ahem—unusual
sexual tastes. He’s just the only one stupid enough to get caught
the way he did. At least, right now he is. I intend to change that.
That’s where you come in.”

My eyes flew wide. “Are you saying that you want me
to help expose elected officials’ kinky sex lives to the
public?”

Rodney smirked. “You catch on fast.”

“And how, pray tell, am I supposed to do that?”

Rodney tickled my belly. “You may not realize it
yet, but I think you have considerable talent when it comes to
seducing people, especially people of sophisticated and unusual
tastes. You certainly managed to get under my skin in a hurry. And
that’s not an easy task, believe me.”
I giggled. “I have to admit, I wasn’t trying very hard. To tell you
the truth, I didn’t even know what I was doing.”

“That’s because you’re a natural.”

I was having a hard time believing what was
happening. After all, just this morning I was a born-again virgin
who hadn’t even had sex with my vibrator in over a year; I hadn’t
had sex with a real person for more than two. How could I go from
that to irresistible sexpot in less than twelve hours? “I think
you’re pulling my leg about all this, Rodney.”

Rodney shook his head. “I’m deadly serious, I assure
you. I never joke about business. And mind you, what I’m asking you
to do is just business. It wouldn’t affect my feelings for
you—which by the way, are considerable—at all.”

“What exactly
are
you asking me to do?”

Rodney placed a hand on the curve of my hip. “I’m
asking you to use your considerable sexual appeal to get under the
skin of several very powerful men—and women—in Washington. I’ll let
you know who they are one at a time. You might need to do some
things with them that you haven’t experienced before, but that I
guarantee you’ll enjoy. You’ll gather information and evidence
while you do it, and then you’ll report that information and
evidence back to me.”

My eyes narrowed. “Sounds pretty sleazy to me.”

“Well, Jasmine, I
am
a slick, sleazy bastard.
I’ve built my entire career around being a slick, sleazy bastard,
in fact. I thought you already knew that.”

I pouted. “What if I refuse?”

Rodney stroked my hair. “You have the right to
refuse, of course. I’d never force you to do anything against your
will. And like I’ve already said, my feelings for you come with no
strings attached. If you don’t want to do this, that’s perfectly
fine. Believe me, I’ll still want to spend as much time ravishing
you as possible regardless of what you decide.”

“Because you respect me, I know, I know.” I rubbed
my temples. It was an awful lot to take in. And I couldn’t for the
life of me figure out why Rodney would think I was up for such a
sinister—and sexy—job. “What makes you think
I
would want to
do something like this? I’m sure someone like you knows plenty of
women around town who are into way kinkier stuff than I am. After
all, when it comes to sex, I’m about as dull and boring as it
gets.”