by Lacy Danes
Oh stop. You are being utterly ridiculous. Take a step back. He finds you attractive. Quit putting things in your way. This man desires you. His lust for you is in every move he makes.
The knight handed the bowl back to the man. The queen gripped his flaccid prick and wrapped the length of leather around the base of his staff and sack, then tied the cinch tight.
She bent him forward, bracing his hands on his knees and ran her crop across his hardening erection and bags. Tracing the flat leather tip over his thigh to his buttocks, she rubbed the crack of his bum, then caressed the swell of his bottom.
Her crop rose out to the side, and with a flick of her wrist, she snapped the man on the behind.
Not bad…
WHOOSH!
SNAP!
Her position was good, but she could have gotten a better sensation from the bishop if she had waited a moment before hitting him again.
He didn’t mind; maybe he enjoyed the pain as her clients did. His prick hardened, and with the restriction of the leather tied about it, his stiff staff turned bright red-purple. A beautiful erection. Her tongue darted out and traced her lips, wondering what the sultry skin would taste like. Saliva pooled in her mouth, and she swallowed hard.
The queen placed her hand against the reddened area on his bum, then turned him and ordered him to sit.
She straddled him, placing the riding crop between her teeth, and sank down onto the hard purple penis. The bishop groaned as she rocked and rubbed her sex against him.
The spectators groaned in unison. The sound of her wetness and the smell of arousal in the air intensified.
Cora’s body tingled, burning hot, stimulated by the sight. Could a person combust from too much arousal? She didn’t doubt they could; if one person touched her, she would melt like butter on fresh toast.
The bishop whispered to the queen, and she grasped his hands and placed them on her nipples. “Squeeze them hard.”
The bishop’s fingertips pinched her nipples and plucked the peaks. Cora’s body jerked. The queen screamed as she spent in his lap. Her head leaned against his shoulder, and he rocked and rocked his hips up against her until he came with a growl.
My, oh my. The smell of cream and aroused sweat wafted through the air, setting constant little contractions to the flesh of her sex. What a fevered pitch she was in. All she could think of was Rupert and her mirroring the actions the couple made, or her performing this act of love as Rupert watched.
Honey dripped from her labia as she drew in two deep draws of air. A fire burned between her legs. She couldn’t last much longer. She needed to touch herself.
She shifted her stance, the ache almost painful. The large stone prick lay ready for use in her hand. How she wanted to run her hands down her body, feeling the heated skin, then slip lower to the crisp curls of her Venus and into the creamy wet flesh of her pussy.
She could use the stone staff to push her to the edge and cry out as Rupert watched. But this game was about control of others and strategy of the players to achieve the desired results. She would have to wait until Rupert moved her into play, and then she would spend knowing that the bliss she felt was as he wished.
Lord Brummelton’s pawn took one of Rupert’s, thrashing her with his switch until her ass was crisscrossed with red marks. Cheers arose from the onlookers. He then mounted her from behind, both of them squatting as he pulled her hair back and arched her to him just as Rupert had her in the hall.
Her body shook with the need to feel him around her again. Blast and damn. Would this game ever end? She would do whatever Rupert wanted her to on this board, but in the end his touch was what she craved, and she wanted it now.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man walk up to Lord Brummelton. Cora froze. Matthew. They talked briefly, and Rupert’s brother glanced at the board. He nodded to him, then strode to one of his rooks, Matthew in tow. The rook, a slender yet striking man, bowed to Rupert’s brother and stepped from the board. Cora’s throat tightened and her stomach clenched. Dranger stepped onto his square.
The next six plays went without a futter. He needed to pull himself together. His brother kept shooting him that grin that said he thought he would win. Not once in all Rupert’s years had he ever lost a chess game. Granted, he never played human chess but chess was chess.
The pieces were so aroused, they would achieve petite mort in a few quick strokes if he could get into a taking position.
In a series of swift takings, his knight took his brother’s pawn, only to be taken by another of his brother’s pawns, which he possessed with his bishop. His brother moved his knight. Ah, there the opportunity was. He would castle his king and rook and move Cora into play.
Rupert strode to his king. “You will cast with the queen’s rook. Fondle her with everything but your cock. Make her come as often as she can.”
The king nodded.
He walked down the line to Cora. Finally, he would see her face as she discharged. Anticipation warmed his muscles, and he fought back a grin. Then he would watch her pleasure.
Her gaze dilated in arousal, met his. Blister it, the smell of her honey—sweet and spicy—set him hardening further.
“Are you ready to move, lovely?” He held in a groan at the thought of watching her receive her pleasure.
Biting her lip, she glanced across the board. She nodded back at him before he could see who she glanced at. What the hell? A piece on his brother’s team bothered her. Bothered her to the point that her hands trembled. He wanted to reach out for them and rub them in his until they stopped.
He clenched his teeth, unable to decipher the emotions that coursed through him. Blister it. He needed to play the game. She was fine. Besides, he was not moving her across the board…yet.
“You will cast with my king for this move. He will fondle you.” I want to fondle you. “You will not touch him with any part of your hands or allow your body to arch into his caress. You may spread your legs to him.”
She nodded and glanced up the row to the king. Her smile returned and his muscles relaxed. Damn straight. He’d awaited this move all night. He licked his lips as his gaze glided down her body. A light sheen of arousal coated the fur of her sex, and his cock throbbed.
His king was a large man, Damon Cavendish, and someone Rupert considered a friend outside of this realm. Tonight he was a savior. He would give him the pleasure of seeing Cora spend without adding to her distress.
Who the hell on his brother’s side did she have a connection with? He had never known her to associate with any of the men in this club. Yet she obviously knew one of his pieces, and that person frightened her. Come on, chap, don’t let this ruin your folly.
His brother stared at him as Cora walked up the board to his king. He would have an earful tomorrow over his order to Cora and Damon. Normally casting would end in a fuck as his brother made his move. But not tonight. Tonight he wanted to see her thoroughly aroused, and thoroughly spent, and in the end fucking him. His head jerked back and his eyebrows drew together. He rolled his shoulders. Watching her futter was what he wanted, wasn’t it?
Damon stood on his square and immediately reached for Cora’s crotch. His finger slid into the flesh of her cunny, reappearing wet and shiny. Rupert groaned, unable to tear his gaze from Damon’s fingers fucking her sex. He wanted to do that to her. Her flesh had been hot and juicy, and when she tightened the walls of her cunt about his probing hand…Control yourself, chap. You will have that amazing flesh about your cock soon.
Cora stood motionless, her muscles straining not to arch into Damon’s caress. That’s it, lovely.
Eyes closed, her long lashes fanned her blushed cheeks. Her lips parted on an inhale as her body locked, and she silently screamed.
Beautiful.
His cock pulsed as his seed rose. His fingers circled the head of his phallus, applying delightful pressure as her eyes fluttered open. Everything about her was fine.
“Brother, your move.”
> Startled, he tore his gaze from Cora’s flushed face and assessed his brother’s play. Damn it all. This was why he didn’t play. He wanted to savor moments like that one. Bloody, bloody rules.
His brother had no choices left and neither did he if he wanted this ended with haste. Cora’s nerve-filled expression flashed in his mind and his muscles clenched. He would send Cora across the board. In doing so, he would push his brother into a pinch and discover who she fretted.
He strode back to Cora, who recovered from another beautiful spend. Never again would he play. He wasn’t enjoying any of this. His chest tightened as he searched her face for any hesitation. Bloody hell. What was wrong with him? This move was supposed to be even better.
He ran a hand down the swell of her bum and lightly into her crack. Burning heat met his fingers, and he thrust them into her juice-soaked cunny.
His body shook as her neck flexed, and a faint moan came from within her. A siren. Tingles raced across his skin, and he fought the urge to take her, possess her, now, here on the board, and end the game in shame. Stop it. Where is your restraint?
“You will take my brother’s knight with your tongue and your phallus. Do not find pleasure yourself.”
Her eyelids hung low, the fear for the moment forgotten. The devil, the look of a thoroughly pleasured woman. He absorbed every nuance of her face, her flushed cheeks and slight part of her mouth, eyes that were sated but still held desire. He hoped to see that look and more for days to come.
She nodded, then strode forward on wobbly legs. His gaze settled on her heart-shaped swells, flush from spending. He would have to remember to invite Damon into his futter more often; he knew how to pleasure a woman. Partway across the board she hesitated.
Shit, he could not see her face. Who was she looking at? He glanced from one of his brother’s pieces to another, but all of them watched her.
Blister it. The muscles of his neck tensed solid. He strode back to the side of the board as she continued across. Who the hell was it! He scrutinized each piece. Nothing. Damn it. Then he came to Emma.
Standing on the same square, Cora knelt and pushed Emma’s legs apart.
Cora and Emma.
His hand went to his cock and stroked as Cora licked into Emma’s curls. Good God, lovely. Her head wiggled up and down as her tongue glided across her dewy flesh.
Emma cried out a shocked excited groan and slid her legs farther apart so Cora’s tongue could explore.
The muscles in his stomach prickled and tensed as his hand worked firmer, faster against the taut skin of his cock.
Emma’s hands slid into Cora’s hair. Damn, this was better than anything he could have imagined. Cora’s body trembled as she licked Emma’s sweet juice. She enjoyed the act. It showed in every movement of her being. His lungs locked as his sack pulled up close to his body. Hold back, hold back. He slowed his stroke to enjoy this to the end.
Emma whimpered, wobbled, and slid to the floor, arching her hips to Cora’s tongue. Cora adjusted her head to the new position and slid her fingers into Emma.
Emma screamed as a powerful spend shook her. Cora licked and licked through Emma’s contractions. Beautiful. A groan ripped from him.
Cora stood, licked her lips, and turned back around to face Rupert. His heart beat so fast he couldn’t breathe. Absolute magnificence. He couldn’t move if he tried.
The arousal that coursed through his veins from the look of delight on Cora’s face, and the glistening juice shining on the tip of Cora’s nose and mouth, overcame him. Hell, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever known. His chest tightened and his throat constricted as emotion pressed on him. Never had this possession for a woman coursed through him.
Deep down in his soul, she was his next bond or more. His cock strained, pointing its way to the target it sought. He needed to sink into her and now. Blister it. Bloody the game. Emma padded off the board and came to stand by his side.
“So, she is your new—”
“Bugger off, Em.” How was he to end this game in haste?
“Shouldn’t she be warned about you?”
“What?” he said in agitation. “She already knows all she needs to.”
“Does she? She has never been here, and from what I’m told, her only talent besides whatever she did to me out there is flogging foppish men. Is she up for you?”
“What, Em?” he ground out.
“Your inability to show passion toward anyone?”
How dare she…He spun on her, ready for her hardened snide expression, and glared down through narrowed eyes.
Blue eyes filled with hurt stared back, dowsing all his anger. She was hurt by his action toward Cora. He blew out through clenched teeth.
She was right. He had never shown her any direct regard besides finding pleasure in her body, and even that had come with controlled precise moves.
“I could never give what you wanted, Em.” He turned back to the board.
Cora. She unleashed in him the passion Emma had craved. He fought to keep his controlled façade in place just looking at her. The welling desire boiling through his veins confused him. His mind struggled for control of this strange urge to do nothing but fuck her. He had no idea what or how to deal with it.
6
Keep your eyes on Rupert and breathe. Who cares if he is in heated conversation with the blonde you just pleasured.
Icy chills caressed her back knowing Matthew stood on the square behind her. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of her palms. Musk and juniper flooded her senses, making her stomach twist. He stood within arm’s reach. His breath caught her hair, and all she wanted to do was move. She inhaled a wavering breath.
That’s it. Rupert. Rupert is why you’re here. All will be well.
If Matthew talks to you or touches you, treat him as Lady Strike would and stand your ground.
She could feel his gaze on her naked body and the hairs on her neck stood. Please keep Rupert’s brother from moving Matthew to take her. Sweat trickled between her breasts, and she struggled to breathe in the suddenly humid air. That would be her worst nightmare come true.
Air swirled by her sides, washing more of his scent to her. Her stomach rolled. His hands. He swung his arms forward and back on either side of her, hoping to provoke a reaction.
Well she would give him the cut. She pushed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and swallowed the burning bile back down. Didn’t he know he was to obey Lord Brummelton? Then again, Dranger never listened to anyone.
“My pet, you’re gorgeous…for an old dove.” His voice was a stealth whisper.
Her teeth clenched as a tremor of rage stung through her body. “Quite, but I am no longer yours or anyone’s pet.”
An old dove. Her hand rose to touch the wrinkles at the sides of her eyes, but she stopped midair. He is goading you. Don’t let him.
“You dream of me. Your young, slender legs wrapped about me as I fuck you until you scream, imploring me to stop only to make you come again.”
“Nightmares.” Her body trembled with agitation. The only thing she ever dreamed about was their last night. Damn it all, she wouldn’t think of that now.
He clucked his tongue and swung his arms again. A touch grazed her bottom. She jumped and shuffled forward so she stood on the edge of her square. As far from him as she could get without moving spaces.
“Cease! We are not to do anything the players don’t wish.”
“Ah, but you wish.”
Her teeth ground together so hard her jaw hurt. “Never.”
Rupert’s brother strode toward them, the sound of his bare feet against the tiles rang so loud. He was striding to Dranger. Her hands shook and her vision clouded in. She would not allow him to touch her. She could not! He stopped in front of his queen, who stood beside her.
Cora’s knees weakened, almost sending her to the floor. You’re being utterly ridiculous! The queen padded forward one space to stand one square in front of Cora and to her left side. Her gaze t
raveled Cora’s length, and she raised her eyebrows as she passed.
Surely the other players thought her incapable of obeying. Blast and damn, she wanted to be good for Rupert.
“My pet. You fool. Step back.”
She refused to answer him. There was no need. He spoke nothing more than silly flirtations. Therefore, he posed no threat. A smile tugged at her lips. She’d stood her ground. She’d managed Matthew.
His brother took too damn long in making that move. Rupert strode to Cora, his cock straining. Would anyone care if he took her on the board? Hold tight, chap. You don’t want to lose status in the club. The Hell Knights allowed him to be whatever he wished. Only a half-wit would risk their censure.
She stood with a smile tugging her lips as he ran a finger across her stomach. Blister it, he couldn’t keep from touching her. His control frayed and she taunted him.
“You find this humorous?”
Her eyes widened, then lowered to his straining erection. “You lust for me, and you can’t act on it…yet.”
Her eyes sparkled at yet, and he fisted his hands so as not to grasp her and act on that lust.
“I find that funny for a man who is always in control.”
His teeth clenched. “I am in control.” He was, damn it.
“Well, sir, make your move.”
Blister it. The move he wanted to make was to slide his cock into her and she bloody well knew it. Wait…Did she just tell him what to do? His blood boiled and scorched through his veins straight to his phallus. A smile sprang to his lips. She wanted to play, did she?
He gripped her hip as he had in the hall; slowly circling the silken flesh over the bone, he puffed a breath across her ear.
“So what should my next move be, lovely?” His heart leapt in his chest, waiting to see what she would do.
Her body trembled and she shifted, parting her legs for him. “I…I don’t know, sir. I have never played chess.”