White Knight Dom Academy: The Beginning

by Lucian Bane

  “We really need to be going,” Lucian heard dumbass say as they hurried out snickering like bad children.

  Lucian dragged Tara to the car, and at the rear of it, kissed her with a school boy desire gone wild.

  “I missed you,” Tara said, pushing his shirt up, her tongue dancing on his.

  “God me too.” His breath gushed with the words and he squeezed her ass, pulling her against his instant Tara erection.

  “That was so perfect, baby, you were amazing,” Tara stroked his cock outside of his jeans.

  “You too, love.” He groaned at her flawless technique. “How long were they here?”

  “Only like an hour. Can I suck you?”

  “Fuck,” he gasped, thinking no was the right answer.

  “They might come out, we better not.”

  “Right,” he gasped, his tongue still in her mouth. “Let’s get the groceries in.”

  “Oh God, did you see his face when you offered to help?”

  They stopped kissing long enough to laugh, both still fighting to touch naked skin. “Ohh, he’s very good at that,” he repeated her words.

  She busted out laughing. “You are. That is a fact.” She finally pushed away and held him at arm’s distance. “I have to know. How did it go? With Gramma?”

  Lucian sagged with relief against the car. “Good! Eventually.” Lucian summarized his day with Gramma and before it was over, Tara was hugging his neck and crying.

  “Thank you baby, thank you so much for being so good to me. And her. I am so going to reward you for that.”

  She was back to kissing the hell out of him. “Really?”

  “Oh yes, I am.”

  “Like what? Tell me.”

  “Let’s just say…” she grabbed his cock firmly. “That I’m wearing my black panties tonight.”

  Images of her playing Domme that time at Dom Wars slammed him with reckless need. “Oh fuck yes.”

  Chapter Nine

  Tara had so many questions to ask Lucian and decided she’d better ask before she went Domme on him. She’d want to sleep after, not talk.

  Creeping downstairs, she went to the couch where he was told to wait until Gramma sounded like she was gargling rocks in her sleep. The light from the stairway momentarily blinded her and she felt along the couch for Lucian.

  “Psst.”

  She jerked her head around and looked behind her. A movement caught her eye and she squinted.

  “I’m in the chair,” he barely whispered.

  Even as he said it, her eyes adjusted and she made her way to him and climbed in his lap. “Why are you right here?” she said in his ear.

  He turned his mouth to her ear, “So I can hear the gargling better.”

  His warm breath made her smile and she turned into his lips, stroking his face. Mmm. She liked the rough texture of his five-o-clock shadow. It always seemed to look more like nine-o-clock on him. Could have been his ivory skin and dark blue eyes that did that. “I just wanted to talk to you before we… you know.”

  He leaned his face away a little and she imagined him curious. “Okay,” he whispered, sliding the hair off her forehead. She loved when he did that. “What’s up, love? You okay?”

  “Yes, I’m so good.” She grinned till it hurt. “I’m perfect.” Happy nods followed and she trailed his forehead with kisses. “I love your forehead.”

  “You sure you’re okay? And what is this you’re dressed in? Domme flannels?” He stroked the curve of her butt and found the edge of the huge t-shirt. “I like it.” He angled his head and caught her lips with a kiss. “Mmm,” he nibbled softly. “You’re smiling a lot, what does that mean? Do you have a secret?”

  She nodded as their lips met in continuous soft smacks, their heads turning for a different angle each time. “I might be in love.”

  He held her jaw with one hand and got serious with his kiss. “Is that so?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, smiles gone now that his other hand found her breast and kneaded softly.

  He paused and pulled his head away. “Sorry, you said you wanted to talk. Tell me what’s on that pretty mind of yours.”

  She laid her head on his shoulder and stroked at the warm silky muscles along his neck. “You like it here so far?”

  “I love it,” he said, without hesitation.

  “You really want to farm? I don’t want to see you start something you’ll hate later.”

  “Nah,” he said. “If I hate it, we’ll hire somebody we can trust.”

  Tara lifted her head and played with the hair that curled over his ear. “Fair enough.” She nuzzled her mouth into his warm skin again. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

  He slid a firm hand slowly up and down her back. “For what?”

  She shrugged a little, moving her fingers to twirl in the short waves along his neck. “For being you. Being so good and sweet. To me and my Gramma.”

  “Because I love you,” he explained.

  She smiled and nodded, pressing her nose into his pulse. “I know.”

  “Do you?”

  “I do,” she whispered, smiling at his playful, shocked tone.

  “About time.”

  She jerked with a stifled yelp when he pinched her butt. “And I’m quickly learning to like your grandmother.”

  “Like?”

  “Yes, like. What am I? A love machine?”

  She giggled and hugged his neck. “You’re my love machine?”

  He held her face with both hands and pressed soft kisses on her lips. “Fucking right I am,” he mumbled.

  “What about the wedding?” she asked against his lips.

  “What about it?”

  Pulling away, she looked at him. “You have got to have some preferences?”

  “Yes. I prefer to marry you before the sixteenth.”

  “No, I mean like… colors and flowers? Food, what kind of food. How many guests, music, vows?”

  “All of that I don’t care about except… the vows part. What about that, do we get to select a certain kind?”

  “No, you make up your own to say to me at the wedding,” she said, smiling.

  “In front of everybody?”

  She laughed quietly. “Are you too haunt?”

  “Haunt?”

  “We used to say that in school,” she said, stifled laughter in her voice. “It meant shy.”

  “Shy? No, hardly. But my vows would likely not be rated for general audiences.”

  She snickered in his neck now. “Mmmm. Rated wife only?”

  “Yes definitely. But I like the vows idea. Maybe I can have two sets, one rated G and one FM.”

  “FM?” she asked, laughter in the quiet words.

  “Fuck Me.”

  “Oh my God, I knew it,” she barely managed without laughing.

  “Of course you did. I can’t wait then.”

  “So you don’t mind that I give Gramma the wedding she wants?”

  “Gramma the wedding she wants?”

  “Lucian!” she hissed. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. “I want this to be your wedding Tara Mae.” Then she adds every suggestion that matched the wedding she had with Grandpa. She misses him so much.”

  “So you want to indulge her.”

  “It’s the least I can do.”

  “Do you hear that?”

  “Oh,” Tara whispered, excited.

  “Dear God, you were right,” Lucian said, astonished. “Does sound just like gargling rocks.”

  “Which means…”

  “Which means I need you right this fucking second, all dominance roles aside.”

  Tara stood and pulled him up then they made their way to the light at the stairs. They crept up ever so slowly and at every screaming creak, Tara paused with open mouth incredulity while Lucian just shook his head in dumbfounded disbelief at the impossible racket they were making.

  They reached the top and listened. “Nothing was stirring, not even a mouse,” Lucian whispered.

  Tara gi
ggled and she led them into her room. Once inside, she slowly locked the door, wincing at the loud clonk it gave.

  “Stand right there,” she whispered. “I’ll turn on a light.”

  “Good because I can’t see a thing.”

  She made her way to the bed and clicked on her lamp then turned. Lucian stood a few feet away in his black fleece pants and a muscle shirt. Hot damn, he was sexy. “Shirt off,” she whispered, her mouth already watering.

  Lucian didn’t move and she raised her gaze to his, finding it loaded with lethal tendencies, his lips parted with a delicious, fuck-me-senseless that brought a hard desire biting in her womb. He finally took hold of the hem and removed it, the ivory ripple of muscle making her clit tingle. She took in how he looked in just those pants, wanting to enjoy the view. She slowly sat on the bed and he stood still, waiting for his instruction, which reminded her about her plan.

  “Turn around,” she said.

  He did as told, his movements slow. Tara removed her flannels and put on the black stilettos she’d hid just under the bed. She felt around under the bed for the box that held her naughty tools and put it on the bed. “No. Peeking.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  She bit her lip at his obedient tone and opened the box. The crop and the strap on dildo made her clit throb hard. Seeing them accompanied images of Lucian in the throes of intense orgasm.

  “Don’t turn,” she ordered.

  “Yes ma’am.” Again, submission weighed in the soft words and Tara decided she’d strap the dildo on now. She liked to see how that affected him.

  Finally ready, she stood, and caught a glance of herself in the body length mirror. Ooooh la la. She looked so very naughty. Sheer, black bra, and panties. Stiletto heels, riding crop in her right hand. Butt-plug strapped on. The only reason the dildo looked sexy to her was knowing what it did to him. She examined her hair and put some behind her ears only to remove it from one side.

  Her heart raced like a mad bull when she faced Lucian. She lifted her chin and mentally called her Domme traits forward. “Turn around.”

  “Yes ma’am.” He said the words before he obeyed. The second he faced her, his eyes took her in, his gaze lingering at her strap on before slowly moving up her body, lingering again at her breasts. She waited for him to look into her eyes and when he finally did, her body quaked at seeing the harsh needs in him. To command him. To make him suffer pleasure at her hands.

  She fought the instinct to give him what he wanted in that second. In silent agony, she waited a few breaths before giving the command, “Face the wall now”.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  When he’d complied she further instructed, “I want your hands on the wall. Spread out. Above your head.” Tara walked over and paced slowly next to him, stopping on his right. His chest heaved and she made her way around to the other side of him, stroking the crop along his back. “Are you ready for this Mr. Bane?”

  “Yes.”

  The single word came on an erratic breath, telling on him. Telling just how bad he wanted it.

  “Take off your pants now. Leave your underwear.”

  “I don’t… have any on.” He removed his pants and her womb jerked wildly at the sight of his beautiful body. He did have a very beautiful body. Lean, cut muscles gripped his average frame. Perfection. Nothing bulging, bulking, or overly excessive. She liked that part about him.

  She clucked her tongue lightly. “Very naughty. Back in position now. Hands up, spread out and above your head.”

  He did as told and she drew close until she stood behind him. “Very nice, Mr. Bane.” She slid the crop between his knees. “I do want these open as well.”

  “Yes ma’am.” He obeyed her, his breaths harsh now.

  “Mmmm, you realize I’m going to have to punish you for not having any underwear? That was so very naughty.” He answered with more harsh breathing and she brought the crop down on his muscled ass, making him stifle a groan.

  “There will be no loud noises, Mr. Bane,” she said, moving to the other side of him, striking his other cheek with the crop.

  She stood at his side now. “Your cock is very hard.”

  “Yes,” he gasped.

  She swung the crop over his ass again. “Yes ma’am, to you.”

  He groaned and his breath shuddered out. “Yes ma’am.”

  “That’s better.” She slid her hand along his ass as she paced behind him, a light soothing on his skin. Standing at the wall on his left, she reached a finger and touched the tip of his cock. “Wet so soon,” she observed then sharply brought the crop down, stealing his breath. “Slow down, Mr. Bane.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  Christ almighty, she was horny out of her mind seeing him so excited. She went behind him and draped the crop on his shoulder then very slowly circled his torso with her arms, grazing her hard nipples on his back while keeping the strap on from touching. “Do you feel that?” She leisurely drew her nails over his chest and down his abs, sliding her nipples as she did. “You’re very excited. I like when your muscles quiver like this.” She finally pushed the strap on against his open ass cheeks and he strained on several harsh grunts.

  “Oh,” she whispered, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and undulating her small member against him. “Mr. Bane really likes this.”

  He only made more of those tormented sounds, his hips moving in perfect time with hers, breath erratic and harsh just the way she liked it.

  She stroked her hand along his length while grinding into him, sliding her fingers up into his hair then gripping tight. She tugged his head back a little, bringing her face almost in reach with the heels she wore. “Do you like this, Mr. Bane?”

  “Fuck yes,” he gasped, his eyes slits of passion now.

  “You know what I’m going to do to you?” His brows narrowed hard when she pressed her cock harder. “I’m going to tie you up on my bed. Your arms over your head. Your legs, oh so wide apart. And I’m going climb on top of you and fuck your mouth with my pussy. I’m going to lock your head between my legs nice and hard and buck my hips all over your mouth and nose. I’m going to ride your face until I’m thrashing, until I come so very hard all over your lips and tongue. But before I do that, I’m going to punish you.”

  Chapter Ten

  Dear God. Lucian had never been so fucking aroused. “Yes, do it,” he gasped, ready to beg on hands and knees like a good sub. “Punish me.” So she could get to the promise she’d just made.

  She moved off of him and brought the crop across his ass again, making his orgasm shoot forward. He fought it back down, stifling a roar, willing himself to take it.

  “Go stand against the closet door.”

  Lucian looked at the door she pointed to and he did as told. Tara went to her box and pulled out several strands of rope and not the soft kind. The idea of the coarse material only added heat to the fire in his cock.

  “Jack off with both hands,” she said approaching.

  Fuck. He took hold of his cock and stroked carefully. He was too close to orgasm. Tara tied a single rope around both wrists in a slip knot. Then she lowered to his feet and tied a single rope to each ankle.

  “Open your legs,” she ordered. “To the edges of the door.”

  The old farm house door was made of one by twelve slats, spanning a good three and a half feet, putting him nice and wide and oh so fucking horny. She opened the door a bit and the rope on his ankles suddenly went tight as she linked them together with another and secured it behind the door. His wife had clearly thought this through.

  She came before him and looked at her work, lips pursed, gaze on his straining cock in his hands. She tied a rope to the one joining his wrists. “Arms up now,” she said.

  He raised his arms and she disappeared behind the door. The rope on his wrist pulled until they were tight to the door. It all made his cock jerk around in hunger. He felt the stress on the rope at both feet and hands, telling him she’d somehow joined them togeth
er. The fact that she was intuitive in this way, heightened his arousal if that was possible.

  When she finally stood before him, her chest heaved from her efforts. She fetched her crop on the floor and straightened, staring at her accomplishment, biting her lower lip in a way that shot electrical waves through him. “Don’t you look delicious this way,” she mumbled.

  The idea of her sucking him in this tied up position nearly made him orgasm. She reached behind her and removed the strap on then worked the dildo off of it. She tossed the strap and raised the small cock before her and waved it a bit. “I’m going to tell you what you’re not going to do.” Dominance loaded her words, making him crazy for her. “You will not come until I say so.” She moved to stand just before him and placed her hand under his erection so that it appeared to lay in it. “And you will come when I say.” She gave his cock a spank with the small dildo and a surprised breath shot from him. “Understood?”

  He clenched his eyes tight, fighting back the wave her act brought only to have it roaring back forward when she spanked his cock three more times.

  “Understood?”

  “Fuck yes, yes,”

  She popped the dildo on his cock again, three more times and he jerked on his restraints.

  “Yes what, Mr. Bane?’

  “Yes ma’am. Yes fucking ma’am, fffffuuuuck.” He fought his orgasm, breathing rapidly.

  “That’s a good boy.” She leaned and kissed softly at his chest, drawing promising designs along his abs with her nails.

  He watched with frantic anticipation as she lowered to the floor. Sitting before him, she laid back and worked her panties off, exposing her beautifully shaved pussy. Hunger stormed his body as she drew her legs back and apart, so that she was very open to him. She proceeded to masturbate herself with the dildo.

  “Are you watching me?”

  “Yes ma’am,” he whispered.

  “Good. Watch me fuck myself.”

  Lucian did. He watched with insane hunger as she writhed and mewled on the floor, sliding the small cock along her clit then inside her. Desire rolled through her body, her hips and back arching in response to its growing need. It was the most beautifully, naughty fucking sight ever.