Knight's Game (32 page)

Dominic sighed. ‘Then just sign the thing.’

‘That’s what I was going to do before you started giving orders.’

Dominic’s mouth clamped shut, a twitch appeared high over his cheekbone and he handed her the pen.

Chris Robbins said afterwards to his partner, who could be trusted not to gossip since they both preferred to keep Dominic Knight as a client, that not only had Dominic wanted this woman badly enough to sign an exclusivity contract, but Miss Katherine Hart apparently was not the
docile type because she’d argued with Dominic until he’d clenched his jaw and given up. ‘Except for the handcuffs,’ he said with a grin and went on to explain the pricey bracelets.

‘That’s her appeal,’ Bob Thorp, his partner, said, grinning back in that cocky way typical in male discussions of sex. ‘Docile when it matters, otherwise fiery. Keeps Knight guessing.’

‘Her only interest was in the revocation clause. She refused to look at the contract. Dominic pressed her and she resisted.’

‘Did you tell her the revocation clause is worthless?’

‘She didn’t ask.’

‘She doesn’t know about the codicil to Knight’s will either, right? Or do you think she does, hence the lack of concern with the revocation clause.’

‘No, Dominic was absolutely clear on that. She doesn’t know. The codicil was in a separate envelope I was told to put in his desk. I was ushered into his office first.’

‘So what does this potentially rich woman look like? Something above the ordinary, I’d say?’ Bob adjusted the cuff on his twenty-grand suit. ‘Maybe she’ll be looking for a new friend.’

‘She’s way out of your league, Bobby, my boy, so don’t get excited. And she’s only rich if some meeting Dominic has on Tuesday goes wrong. He’s not expecting trouble, he said, but just taking precautions. He didn’t give any details beyond that. But Knight Enterprises does business in some
dodgy regions of the world. Even with security, there are always risks.’

‘I still don’t know what this extremely clever and apparently too-beautiful-for-me woman looks like.’ Bob Thorp didn’t take his partner’s put-down personally. Very few men could challenge Dominic Knight when it came to looks.

‘Here.’ Chris tapped some icons on his phone. ‘I downloaded the photo from my pen camera. Here.’

Bob Thorp laughed. ‘You and your spy shit,’ he said, taking the phone. ‘Oh, baby … she’s fine. No make-up, no fancy clothes, and she still blows you away. Leave it to Dominic to find her.’

‘It’s not as though he hasn’t been checking out female perfection around the globe both before and after his marriage. His percentages were good he’d find something he liked.’

‘To the tune of what?’

‘Half.’

Bob’s eyes bulged out like a cartoon character. ‘You’re fucking kidding me.’

‘Uh-uh. Half. Signed, sealed, delivered.’

‘Jesus, she must be good in the sack.’

‘Don’t ever say that to him. The guy’s serious about her.’

‘Yeah, I got that.’

‘You have no discretion,’ Dominic muttered after the door closed on the attorney.

‘You of all people complaining. I’m not the one who doesn’t care if I’m video-taped whipping some woman’s ass. And considering your attorney drafted that contract’ – she lifted her brows – ‘what’s the point?’ She held out her hands, displaying the cuff bracelets. ‘Speaking of discretion, you didn’t seem to care about these. Because you like this, don’t you?’

He smiled. ‘Very much.’

‘So who’s indiscreet now?’

He dipped his head. ‘Agreed.’

She made a check with her finger in the air. ‘Won that one.’

He laughed. ‘You like to win, don’t you?’

‘Damn right. You do too. Yin, yang, never a dull moment. That’s why—’

‘Katherine.’

‘What?’

‘Come here.’

She shot a quick glance at the door. ‘Patty might come in.’

‘She won’t.’

‘How do you know?’ But her voice trembled.

‘I know. Now get up and walk over here.’

Their eyes met.

‘Slowly,’ he said, his voice serene, his arm resting on the table, his fingers lightly placed on the contract they’d just signed … as though to remind her that her addiction had become legal. To remind her of his incredible power over her.

Dominic’s dispassionate voice banished objections and dignity, firm beliefs and any reference to reality. He had only to speak in that soft, lazy tone, look at her with lust in the unfiltered blue of his eyes, expect obedience, and she was instantly wet, her nipples peaked, her sex pulsing in welcome.

Drained of all emotion, save a vast and unconstrained longing.

She stood.

He slowly swung round in his chair, spread his legs, watched in silence as she walked across the small space separating them. When she came to a stop before him, he looked up from under the dark fringe of his lashes and surveyed her breasts, his gaze fixed and cool. ‘You’re obscenely easy to arouse, Katherine. I’ve never seen anyone who needs
sex as much as you. Your nipples are stiff in seconds.’ His gaze slowly lifted and a small moment of time unravelled. ‘Take off your T-shirt. I want to see my tits.’

As she pulled off her shirt, he put out his hand.

She dropped the T-shirt in his open palm; he let it fall to the carpet without taking his eyes off her.

‘Touch your nipples for me.’ His voice sharpened slightly. ‘Now, Katherine. Do it now.’

‘Sorry,’ she whispered, focused on the liquid heat shimmering between her legs, on the flutter of arousal spiking through her body.

‘Did you hear what I said?’ His voice was rough.

She moved then, prompted by the harshness of his tone. She took her nipples between her thumb and fingers, gently squeezed.

‘Harder.’

She tightened her grip, felt the tissue yield, shut her eyes against the spiralling pleasure streaking downwards, hot and lush, primitive in its untrammelled beauty. And softly moaned.

‘Harder,’ he ordered quietly.

She increased the pressure, compressed the sensitive flesh, felt searing desire leap inside her, gasped as white-hot lust flared through her body, wildly beat at her brain. Moved her to whisper, eyes shut, ‘I need you.’

‘Are you sure?’ he murmured. ‘Or can anyone fuck you when you’re this horny? Do you really care whose dick it is, baby?’ He leaned forward, grasped her wrists in a vice-like grip. ‘Do you?’ he growled.

His low growl, his savage grip required a response. Even distracted by a building hysteria, she understood. Breathless, fevered, she forced her eyes open, struggled to answer a question she hadn’t heard. Finally replied in blanket assent. ‘Whatever you want, Dominic.’

Aware of her dilemma, he smiled faintly, his hands fell away and he leaned back in his chair. ‘That’ll do,’ he said. He flicked one finger. ‘Resume.’

Incomprehensively, the single word was as potent as the hard thrust of a cock plunging deep inside her. She shuddered as a lurid jolt mauled her senses and her body slavishly opened, eager and willing.

‘Jesus, Katherine.’ His voice was soft as silk, amused. ‘Do you even know I’m here?’

‘How could I not?’ Her voice was low and lush, her heated gaze on the only man who made her helpless with longing, who could make her do anything for the pleasure he offered. Then she gripped her nipples, slowly pulled on them until they were stretched taut. ‘Could you help me?’ she said on a caught breath, turning left, then right, offering him an unlimited view. ‘I can’t … reach them with my mouth … but you could.’

She took note of his surging erection and, releasing her fingers, slid her hands under her breasts and lifted her pale flesh into high, plump mounds. ‘Just asking.’

Dominic smiled. ‘Fucking tease.’ He crooked a finger.

Smiling back, she moved between his legs. ‘Finally,’ she said.

‘I really am going to have to lock up your pussy. No question,’ he murmured, gazing up at her from under his half-lowered eyelids.

‘Maybe I’ll let you.’

‘No maybe about it. You like to fuck too much. We can’t have you out trolling for a one-night stand.’

‘I promise not to.’

He snorted. ‘Like I believe that.’

‘Maybe you have to.’

‘And maybe I don’t.’ He placed his large hands on either side of one breast, curled his fingers, captured her soft flesh, dipped his head. Just before his mouth touched her nipple, he glanced up and said, ‘They’re working on your chastity belt now.’

‘You can’t!’ She tried to jerk back.

His finger tightened. ‘Of course I can. I can do anything, Katherine.’ Then his mouth closed on her nipple and he made her forget everything but raw sensation, fevered need, orgasmic frenzy. In seconds she was panting, the throbbing between her legs turbulent, issues of authority and compliance forgotten with her blood on fire and orgasm hovering on the brink.

Then his hands slid away from her breast. He sat back and quietly said, ‘Turn around and put your hands behind you.’

She stood, stunned, insatiable lust beating at her brain.

‘Anytime, Katherine. You want to come, don’t you?’

No, she wanted vengeance and a slap-him-in-the-face retaliation for his asshole behaviour when she didn’t want
to wait or play games. But vengeance could wait until after she’d climaxed, she decided pragmatically, so close to orgasm her pulse was pounding in her ears.

She turned.

‘We do get along, don’t we?’ he murmured sardonically, drawing the coiled chains from the bracelets. Binding the bracelets together, he placed his hands on her hips and swung her back round. ‘You can’t ever come unless I’m with you. Do you understand?’

She nodded, desire pulsing hot inside her.

‘I didn’t hear you, Katherine.’

‘I understand,’ she whispered, trying to keep from trembling.

‘One more thing. I’d like you to apologize for being disagreeable in front of Chris.’

Her eyes flared wide, hot with temper. ‘Fuck you.’

‘Not yet. Apologize first,’ he said gently.

‘No.’

‘Maybe I can change your mind.’ Untying her sweats, he slid them down her legs, lifted one foot, then the other, kicked away the puddle of fabric, then slipped a finger inside her.

‘That’s not fair.’ But her voice was a wisp of sound.

‘I’m not interested in being fair. I’m interested in an apology.’ He slipped in a second finger, gently stroked her slick flesh. ‘All you have to do is say you’re sorry and I’ll let you come.’

‘I’m not going to.’

He slid his other hand over her breast, lazily rubbed her nipple between his finger and thumb, until she was shuddering under his hands, drenching his fingers, panting in a little flurry of need. ‘You like that? Would you like to come or should I stop? What does winning mean now?’

‘I want to come.’

‘Who can do that for you?’

‘You can, Dominic. You can win the next hundred times if you let me come now. Please?’

‘Sure, baby. Just making sure you understand who does what to who in that yin–yang equation.’

Her eyes narrowed. Even near-orgasmic, her temper was in hot dispute.

He smiled. ‘Are we clear?’

A long, taut silence; he could feel her orgasm begin to ripple up his fingers. He pulled his fingers out, dropped his hand from her breast.

‘Should I put your sweats back on, uncuff you?’

She bit her lip, shook her head.

‘That’s what I thought. I don’t need a lengthy apology.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Thank you, baby.’ Coming to his feet, he unclasped the bracelets, eased her back onto the chair, knelt and lifted her legs on his shoulders. Slipping a hand under her bottom, he pulled her close, slid his fingers back inside, gently stroked her G-spot, dipped his head low and tenderly sucked her clit, the pressure of his mouth painstakingly attuned to her swiftly peaking climax. Having gained his objective
in clarifying their relative positions, mollified and content, he took particular care to see that Katherine’s orgasm was drawn out for long, delirious, soul-stirring moments.

Patty looked up at the frenzied scream, smiled and went back to her cooking. It was nice that Dominic had someone to play with instead of brooding in his room like he usually did when he was home. Maybe she should make steaks for dinner. If those two kept up their heavy-duty screwing schedule, they were going to need some red meat in their diets.

After Kate was once again composed, Dominic changed places with her, lifted her on his lap, saw to his climax and another for her, and held her close while they both reached a more tranquil state of mind. Then he said, ‘Break time? Feel like a swim?’

Kate’s head was resting on his shoulder, her arms draped over his shoulders. ‘I’ll watch you.’

‘You can read a magazine or watch TV. I’ll just do a few laps. Now, if you’re shy, shut your eyes when I carry you downstairs. I have clothes and robes down there.’

She sat up, gave him a hard stare. ‘Don’t you dare say Patty’s seen you nude before.’

Scooping her off his lap, he stood, holding her in his arms. ‘We met surfing. So that’s minimum clothes, but it’s clothes. Is that OK with you?’ He moved towards the door.

‘Have you slept with her?’

‘Uh-uh. She and Jack have always been together. They lived in my ratty apartment in Half Moon Bay for a few years,
but that’s as close as we got to seeing each other nude. Satisfied?’ Opening the door, he turned to his right.

‘Since I can’t send people off to Greenland like you do, I suppose I don’t have a choice.’

He laughed. ‘You couldn’t get Patty that far north for love or money. She’s like you. She’s a whole lot of trouble. But she’s a damned good cook, so the trade-off’s worth it.’ Another smaller staircase at the end of the corridor led to the lower level. He took the stairs in a fast, smooth descent and entered a lighted room.

Kate nibbled on his earlobe. ‘Speaking of trouble and trade-offs, Mr Knight, I know what you’re talking about.’

He grinned. ‘At least it’s never dull, baby.’ He set her down in a small locker room with closet-sized lockers. ‘Clothes there.’ He pointed. ‘Some of the workout clothes are supposed to fit you. Swimsuits there.’ He pointed again. ‘Don’t feel you have to wear one if you don’t want to. No one uses the pool but me and the water is constantly recirculated and filtered a thousand different ways. I don’t like chlorine or chemicals.’ He lifted his brows. ‘What are you doing?’