Knight's Mistress

by C. C. Gibbs

  Her reply was very soft, barely audible; her eyes were shut, her thighs clenched tightly, the flush pinking her skin indication of her breathless desire.

  ‘I can’t hear you, Katherine. If I can’t hear you, I can’t let you come.’

  ‘Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!’ Emphatic, her green eyes blazing.

  ‘See, you can obey me if you want something badly enough. How much do you want to come?’

  ‘Fuck it,’ she snapped. ‘I don’t want to any more.’

  He grabbed her arm, pushed his other hand between her legs, slid three fingers inside her and watched her shudder as the violent sensations jolted her body. ‘Still undecided,’ he murmured, stretching her slick passage with his fingers, then softly caressing the swollen tissue of her G-spot, pausing a short time later just short of her orgasm, waiting until she marginally calmed before renewing his deft manipulation. Exercising his delicate manipulative skills, he smoothly amplified the rhythm of stimulation and restraint until she was trembling uncontrollably. ‘I think that answers our question about whether you want to come or not,’ he said mildly, withdrawing his fingers, releasing her arm.

  She was wet, quivering, convulsed with an unbearable hunger, desperate to feel him inside her, her longing so intense she was whimpering.

  He rubbed her nipple between his thumb and wet forefinger, a casual act of possession. ‘One more thing, Katherine, and then you can come.’

  She would have done anything to come, said anything. ‘Anything you want,’ she said in a pleading voice, and heard him take a deep breath.

  ‘Just this for now,’ he said, slowly exhaling. ‘Afterwards, I’ll screw you till you tell me to stop. Or maybe I won’t stop. Maybe I’ll just keep going no matter what you say.’ She almost came right then and she would have but he grabbed her chin in a brutal grip and growled, ‘Not yet.’

  The shock of it stopped her; she felt his fingers slide away from her face.

  ‘You’re doing well, Katherine. It won’t be much longer. Look, I want to show you something.’ He kissed her cheek. ‘Open your eyes.’

  Sheer force of will brought her eyes open.

  ‘Do you like these?’ A rhetorical question.

  He held what looked like two small clip earrings. Teardrop pearls were suspended from tiny diamond star bursts. But in place of the usual spring was a small turnbuckle with diamond studs on both ends. ‘If it starts to hurt let me know. You should be fine though. These are supposed to be painless,’ Dominic said, dropping one clip on the bed, and framing Kate’s nipple with the other clip.

  She flinched.

  ‘It can’t hurt yet. Tell me when it does and I’ll stop tightening.’ A few moments later, before she responded, he saw that the pressure was sufficient to hold the nipple clip in place. He stopped tightening, repeated the procedure with the second clip. ‘No pain? If there is, tell me and I’ll adjust them. Hey,’ he whispered, glancing up when she didn’t reply. ‘Katherine, look at me. Are we good?’

  Overwhelmed by feverish sensation, the throbbing inside her jolting her senses with every pulse beat, her breasts swollen, her nipples the orgasmic trigger spurring her toward orgasm, she wasn’t capable of fully opening her eyes. Her lashes barely lifted. She nodded.

  This was sexual opulence on a grand scale: her full breasts overflowing the insubstantial white lace bra; her nipples elongated under the pressure of diamond vices; her wet pussy ravenous for cock. For his cock. He dragged in a breath of restraint, beat back his renegade impulses, and spoke very softly because Miss Hart was very near to climax. ‘I’m going to lift you off the bed, Katherine. You have to stand. I want to show you your new jewellery in the mirror.’ He watched the pearl teardrops vibrate as he picked her up and set her on her feet; his erection took note as well. Placing his hand under her arm, he guided his new playmate, trembling faintly and not entirely aware, to the cheval glass in the corner.

  ‘You have to open your eyes, Katherine.’ He flicked both pearls with a brush of his hand.

  She jerked, gasped.

  ‘If you look, I’ll put my dick inside you.’

  The magic words. Her eyes opened.

  She looked and a fierce rush of pleasure streaked down from her nipples to her saturated, throbbing core, rolled back up again with such intensity, she buckled under the shock.

  Dominic caught her, held her upright, hooked a gilded bamboo chair with his foot and hauled it close. Gently seating her, he stood behind her, bent low to kiss her shoulder. ‘Keep your eyes on the mirror,’ he murmured. ‘You must. Did you hear me?’

  ‘Dominic, please,’ she whispered.

  ‘Soon, Katherine. You know it’s always better when you wait.’ Reaching around her, he lightly flicked the pearls, and as she sucked in her breath at the fierce stimulation, he warned, ‘You’re not allowed to come yet. If you do, I won’t fuck you. Do you understand?’

  A shuddering gasp. She nodded.

  ‘We have to work on your restraint issues, Katherine. Soon, you’ll find it easier to control your urges. I’m going to suck on the tips of your nipples now. You have to resist coming. Say, yes, I understand.’

  ‘Yes, I understand,’ she breathed, gripping the arms of the chair tightly, her spine rigid.

  Moving around to the front of the chair, he spread her thighs, knelt between them, unhooked the front closure on the bra and watched her breasts burst from their bindings with a quiver. ‘Is that more comfortable?’

  She wanted to scream and swear, punch him black and blue, but she wanted him to fuck her a thousand times more. So she said, ‘Yes,’ because she was dying to have him inside her, now, ten minutes ago, yesterday and the day before. For that irresistible, fathomless, unrivalled pleasure she’d do and say whatever he wanted.

  ‘Unclasp your fingers so I can take off this bra.’

  She instantly obeyed.

  ‘How docile you’ve become,’ he said gently, tossing aside the bra. ‘I’m pleased. You’ll be rewarded soon. But not until I give you permission. You must learn better control. Now put your hands in your lap and sit up straight.’ His fingers closed over the diamond clips and he lifted slightly.

  She whimpered and stretched her spine.

  ‘There.’ He dropped his hands. ‘Now you’re sitting up properly. That didn’t hurt, did it?’

  The streaking thrill had gone straight down to her stomach, curled through her clit with such force she was left panting. She shook her head.

  ‘I didn’t hear you.’

  ‘No,’ she whispered, quivering.

  ‘Do you feel like coming when I pull on your nipples?’

  His voice was soft as a caress. Would he let her come? ‘Yes,’ she answered. ‘Very much.’

  ‘Even if I were to bite your nipples? Would that make you come?’

  She could almost feel his teeth on her flesh, her body aching for his touch. ‘Yes, even then,’ she said on a suffocated breath.

  ‘You obviously want to come.’ He gently circled her areola with the tip of his finger.

  ‘Yes, yes.’ Frantic, desperate, so wet with longing she could feel the tiny trickle slide from her body.

  ‘I’m afraid you’re not quite obedient enough to reward yet. You must stop squirming and’ – he sighed softly – ‘you’re ruining that chair.’

  Every muscle in her body was tense; she didn’t know if she could control her orgasm. ‘Dominic, I need to come!’

  He leaned forwards, looked into her hot, lustful eyes. His sudden smile was beautiful and pitiless. ‘What makes you think that matters to me?’

  Her shoulders sagged. ‘How long?’ Her voice was ragged, her eyes smarting with tears.

  ‘It’s up to you. Patience, Katherine.’ Bending his head, he lightly licked the swollen tip of her nipple compressed under the diamond turnbuckle, then slowly sucked the sensitive, bruised flesh until it stood out prominently, gradually increasing the pressure.

  She whimpered. ‘I want to come.’

  He lifted his head
. ‘Not yet.’ He tightened the nipple clamp a half turn.

  She gasped at the raw intensity, began to shake, fought against her swelling climax.

  Dominic watched her heroic effort to stem her orgasm, anticipated with pleasure schooling the volatile passions of the insatiable Miss Hart. ‘One more nipple,’ he murmured, lowering his head. ‘And then we’ll see whether you deserve to come.’

  She moaned as his mouth closed around her nipple, made a small little helpless sound as he sucked hard enough to coax the tender tip into a hard, stiff point. ‘May I come now?’ she gasped, her breasts heavy and swollen, her nipples throbbing, her body desperate for release.

  He raised his head, ran his fingers over the swell of her breasts, flicked the pearls with his fingertips. ‘In ten minutes.’

  Her eyes snapped open. ‘I’ll do it myself!’

  He grabbed her hands, held them against her thighs, looked at her steadily and calmly. ‘Ten minutes, Katherine, or you won’t come at all.’

  She uttered a little despairing cry. ‘You can’t mean it!’ The throbbing between her legs was a deep, raw ache.

  ‘Of course I mean it.’ He smiled thinly. ‘Now put your hands in your legs. Do it, Katherine. You don’t seem to be willing to learn. Are you telling me you don’t want to come?’

  She quickly obeyed.

  ‘Now, don’t move,’ he murmured, gently touching her inner thighs, spreading them wider with his fingers. He carefully parted the soft folds of her moist sex. His fingers closed over her swollen, throbbing clit.

  Her back arched, she moaned, pushed against his fingers.

  ‘Do. Not. Move.’ He emphasized each word with a sharp tap on her clit.

  She stifled the expletive that rose to her lips, so close to climaxing, her nerve endings were tingling.

  ‘Very good,’ he said quietly. ‘You’re learning.’ He slid his fingers over her hard, tiny nub, slowly, deliberately, softly, giving her what she liked.

  She could feel the warmth pulsing inside her, the increasing pressure spreading outwards. She didn’t dare move, but she whimpered in delight, tightened her muscles against her coming climax.

  Dominic abruptly withdrew his fingers, closed her legs, rolled back on his heels.

  She cried out, sobbed in frustration.

  ‘It’s all about control, Katherine. You’ll thank me when you finally come.’

  When her breathing eased and her body calmed, Dominic leisurely unfolded from his seat on the floor, rose to his knees and opened her legs again.

  The second he slid his finger inside her, she felt the first tiny spasms ripple through her, hard dizzying pleasure instantly magnifying into a flame hot glow.

  ‘Jesus, Katherine.’ He slammed her legs together. ‘Have you no fucking control at all?’

  She could hardly breathe, the pressure inside her so intense, she could have wept in frustration. ‘Let me come!’ she wailed.

  ‘Hopefully, you can still tell time,’ he snapped. ‘A minute left. Watch the fucking clock.’

  She stared at his massive erection, straining upwards, flat against his stomach. ‘Do I get that then,’ she said, trembling with lust and anger, ‘or will you have some other lesson for me?’

  ‘I said ten minutes. That’s what I meant. And yes, you’ll get this.’ He flicked a glance down.

  ‘Maybe I won’t want it.’

  ‘You haven’t been paying attention, Katherine,’ he said softly. ‘I doesn’t matter what you want.’ Smoothly rising to his feet, he pulled over a red silk-covered bench similar to one in Mr Mendosa’s watercolour, and shoved it in front of Kate. ‘Bend over that and hold on tight. I’m going to fuck you. You have my permission to climax now.’

  She quickly followed instructions because even resentful and vowing revenge, he had what she desperately needed. Standing up, she bent forward, clutched the sides of the small bench, and waited, flushed and trembling for her reward.

  Casually surveying her plump pink bottom, Dominic shoved the chair aside, moved up behind the unresisting Miss Hart, guided his erection to her pink, dewy cleft, and placed his hands lightly on her hips. ‘Move back a little,’ he ordered. ‘A little more,’ he commanded because he could; she’d do anything he asked right now. ‘There, that’s good. Ready?’

  She came before he’d completely penetrated her – instantly, noisily, without restraint and at some length, in a staggering number of violent spasms that jolted her and pleased him, lit up the pleasure centres of their brains and continued to play out as he held himself rooted deep inside her until every quivering trace of her orgasmic frenzy died away.

  Then leaning forward, he whispered against her ear, ‘See, it is better if you wait.’

  She softly groaned, a low, blissful pleasure sound – answer in part to his comment, in part sumptuous response to his erection shifting inside her as he moved.

  ‘You want more? Is that what you’re saying? Or if you want me to stop, I’ll stop.’

  ‘Don’t stop.’ A frantic whisper.

  ‘So you do want more.’

  ‘Yes.’

  His voice was a low growl, hers a frenzied, suffocated breath.

  ‘You don’t have a fucking choice anyway.’

  ‘I don’t care,’ she confessed, dizzy with longing.

  ‘It wouldn’t matter if you did.’ His thighs forced hers farther apart, his grip on her hips hardened and driven by a mindless obsession, arrogance, a perfunctory view of legalities and past promises, he growled, ‘Because you’re mine for six more days.’

  She began shaking.

  ‘You’ll like what I’m going to do to you,’ he said more softly, making sure the edge was gone from his voice. ‘I promise.’ And lifting her bottom a fraction to ease his downstroke, he set out to deliver on that promise, slowly penetrating her tight, always hospitable body, moving gently, in and out, all the way in and out until she was liquid, yielding, until the sensitive flesh-to-flesh friction was silken and smooth, until she was matching his rhythm with her usual feverish impatience, breathing hard, gasping at the extremity of each deep, plunging thrust. Urging him on.

  He obliged her, slowly, masterfully, using all his virtuoso skills to bring her to another screaming orgasm. Then one more. And yet another in which he joined her.

  He liked that she was greedy for sensation, immoderate in her desires. He even liked her eagerness. It gave him the opportunity to teach her restraint. But she also gave him pleasure in other ways. Sweeping her hair aside, he bent and gently kissed the nape of her neck. ‘I’m going to keep doing this, make you come over and over again.’ For selfish reasons, because she made him feel something deep down – in his spine, his gut, in the tips of his fingers where his nerve endings shimmered – a delight in living he hadn’t felt for a long time.

  ‘Katherine, look in the mirror.’ Her grabbed a fistful of curls and gently tugged. ‘Look,’ he whispered. ‘See how the pearls swing from your nipples when my dick hits bottom in your cunt? There – like that.’

  She whimpered at the riveting impact so soon after climax, shut her eyes against the spiking tremors, then sighed as renewed bliss washed over her in monstrous waves.

  ‘You have to look.’ He stopped moving inside her. ‘Or I won’t let you come again.’

  The brusque warning dispersed the warm afterglow, but four orgasms and a largely sleepless night induced a certain lethargy. Her eyelids rose by slow degrees.

  He saw the effort it took for her to obey, debated how much more he could expect from his playmate, whether he was pressing her too hard. A short debate, a quick decision. ‘There, see? Jewelled, sparkling nipples. You must be trying to attract my attention tricked out like that.’ Gripping her hips more firmly, he slid back in with compelling strength until he was fully submerged and she was chock-full and trembling. ‘How much more can you take?’ An ambiguous, perhaps meaningless question in his current mood.

  Her eyes met his piercing gaze in the mirror. She forced herself to speak because h
e was waiting and she was still desperate for him. ‘You decide.’

  He smiled at her. ‘You’re becoming a model student, Katherine. I’ll allow you another orgasm.’ He shifted into a languorous, methodical, perfectly positioned rhythm of thrust and withdrawal that never failed to press female orgasmic buttons, nor did it now. Soon Kate was frantically panting, riding his cock with single-minded purpose, her erratic breathing a familiar prelude to another orgasm. ‘I think I’m going to keep you filled with cum while you’re here,’ he said in a demonstrably settled tone of voice, holding himself motionless at the very depth of his down-stroke for a moment to heighten the frenzy. ‘You don’t mind, do you?’ His platitude was as smooth as his slow withdrawal.

  She gazed at his reflection as if she’d come back from the other side of the world – breathless, dazed – but she whispered, ‘I don’t mind,’ because she’d heard him even on the other side of the world.

  She met his next gliding, measured thrust with perfect precision, as if they were life-long dance partners, as if it was as natural as breathing. Until the prodigal limit was reached, there was nowhere else to go and he pushed that explosive fraction deeper. The sexual equivalent of free-basing crack melted their brains, the world disappeared, bliss crystallized in diamond splinters.

  Dominic dragged himself up from the depths of delirium first because he’d had more practice. But what he said next was neither habitual nor customary – and in any other circumstances, beyond comprehension. ‘I might stop giving you your birth control pills. See what happens – like a game of Russian roulette. Do you think that would add another level of excitement to our fucking?’

  She went rigid under his hands, her eyes flared wide.

  ‘Relax. You have to learn to relax, Katherine. I’ll take care of you no matter how the game plays out. Did you think I wouldn’t? And instead of these pearls’ – he reached down to prod one with his finger – ‘dangling from your nipples, your breasts will drip milk for a baby. What do you think?’