Blue Knight

by Tracy Cooper-Posey

  His hands dropped away. Then nothing.

  Olivia tried to watch in the mirror but again, could see nothing. Daniel was not visible anywhere in the mirror. Was he hiding behind the bed?

  Then something probed against her pussy.

  She hissed in a shocked breath and looked up. Daniel was standing behind her now.

  “Spread your legs,” Daniel ordered. “Open up to me.”

  The trembling set in. What was he planning this time?

  She spread her legs and Daniel’s fingers on her sensitive inner thighs encouraged her to open them far wider than she would have spread them otherwise. Once more she was spread out for Daniel to examine.

  “Delicious,” he declared. Two of his fingers slipped either side of her clit and tugged it briefly. Olivia wriggled in response and the flat of his other hand came down on the back of her hips, keeping her still. His fingers drew through her cleft, from clit to anus, slowly enough to drive her mad, while his hand put enough pressure on her hips to keep her motionless.

  Then the hands lifted away.

  She heard a low buzzing she recognized. Her blue vibrator.

  The vibrator nudged her vaginal entrance. She was so wet with natural moisture it slid into the entrance almost without effort, the vibrations opening up the walls for her. Olivia gave a small cry, moving her hips to accommodate the invasion.

  “Look at me,” Daniel said. His voice had dropped down to the low, thick tone she had learned meant he was very excited.

  She looked up into the mirror. He was watching her from behind as he worked the vibrator and he glanced down at her ass as she watched.

  “This looks wildly sexy,” he told her. “I could do this to you any time you want it. You have only to ask.”

  Her heart leapt. “I’d rather it was your cock doing that to me.”

  His head jerked up to look at her. Then a smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “Oh, but I haven’t finished yet.”

  Her heart paused, then hurried on as she realized what he intended. “Really?”

  “Oh yes,” he said, his voice low. “You said you wanted to remember this end of the day, nothing else.” His gaze seemed to pierce into her brain. “I will leave my mark on you one way or another.” He dropped his chin, looking away abruptly.

  She felt the vibrator push deeper into her and relaxed. This was a familiar toy and she knew its dimensions, but when Daniel kept sliding it into her beyond where she normally stopped she grew puzzled. How did he intend to keep a grip on it?

  Understanding flared in her as the vibrator lodged fully inside her, the tip pushing up against her cervix just as Daniel’s cock did. The muscles at the entrance of her pussy closed around it, instinctively keeping it inside.

  The answer was, he didn’t.

  His fingers were rimming her loosened and prepared ass.

  Excitement flared through her like lightning. Her hands curled into the bedspread, gripping it. Her breath shortened. Her nipples hardened and grew erect.

  The vibrator in her pussy buzzed on low, a bone-deep, pleasant vibration that was making her tremble all on its own, without the anticipation of what was to come.

  Daniel gripped her hips with his hands and Olivia looked at the mirror. He was on his knees behind her and the raw, wild light was back in his eyes.

  “Fuck me,” she begged. Her voice was hoarse.

  “For you, I would do anything you ask.” He pushed his cock up against her ass. He had already spread lubricant over it and the head slipped into her anus with little trouble. But Daniel refused to hurry even though Olivia moaned and writhed and begged. He held her hips and eased his way in slowly until he was fully inside her. He paused and closed his eyes. “Like a glove,” he muttered.

  “More, Daniel. Harder. Faster.” She pushed her hips back toward him.

  “God,” he breathed. He slid out, then back in.

  She caught her breath. This was nothing like the reverse. It wasn’t better or worse. It was just different. Sensual. Exotic. Glorious.

  Daniel’s cock slipped in and out of her as the vibrator in her pussy gave off deep, harmonious vibrations that caressed her clit.

  Her concentration seemed to narrow down to the sensations in her body and what Daniel was doing to her. His hands on her. Where he was touching her.

  “Look at me,” Daniel breathed.

  She lifted her head. Slowly. His eyes seemed very dark as he stared at her. Watch who is fucking you.

  He reached forward a little to pick up her hand and bring it between her legs, guiding her fingers to her own clit.

  Olivia circled the sensitive little bud and rolled her head back, trying to maintain eye contact with Daniel in the mirror.

  They began to rock together as he slid into her and out, watching each other in the mirror.

  When her climax hit, Olivia didn’t so much orgasm as lift into a sea of exquisite pleasure so endless she lost track of all sensations except the erotic, even time. The only thing anchoring her to reality was Daniel’s eyes.

  The climax seemed to last forever.

  Then Olivia watched herself being lifted, as Daniel sat back, settling her onto his lap, still with his cock buried in her ass. His hand joined hers, stroking her clitoris, pushing her even deeper into the sea as another climax ripped through her.

  He gripped her waist and lifted her up and down, riding her there in his lap. She watched his eyes, his face, in the mirror, as his own orgasm grew and took him as he stared at her.

  When his cock jerked inside her, Olivia’s endless sea of pleasure shattered and sensation returned. She breathed in and turned to bury her face in Daniel’s shoulder, to smother the scream that was clawing its way to the surface.

  Instead she met his lips again.

  And his arms.

  She breathed her scream into his mouth.

  Chapter Eleven

  Olivia jerked awake and blinked, trying to figure out what had woken her. She was disoriented.

  Then there was a touch on her lips. Fingers.

  “Shhh….” Daniel’s voice, very low. Not a hiss, though. His voice reverberated underneath her, too.

  She realized that she was lying on him. They weren’t lying flat. He was propped on the pillows, half sitting. Only one bedside lamp was still on. She was lying on her hip and her head was on Daniel’s shoulder. She had one arm curled around his neck, the other around his waist. A big teddy bear.

  No wonder she had been so deeply asleep.

  There was a sound at the door and she realized it was the second time she had heard it. It was what had woken her. The sound was the electronic “thunk” of the key being used.

  Someone was trying to unlock her door.

  Cold fear washed through her. Olivia sat up, but Daniel dragged her back down again. There was no arguing with the force in his hand. He held her against his chest with a steel grip. His other hand, which had been under the unused pillow on the other side of the bed, came out from underneath it holding an automatic pistol. He flipped off the safety with his thumb and lined it up on the door with a steady, unwavering aim.

  That was why he had wanted her to lie down. He didn’t want her in the way, spoiling his view of the door.

  Her heart was banging against the inside of her chest, making her sick, but Olivia stayed down.

  The door groaned. Then groaned in stress again.

  Daniel’s aim didn’t quivered by so much as a hair.

  Then the door rattled like someone was shaking the knob.

  Daniel smiled, but still the gun didn’t move.

  Olivia heard it, then. The soft squeak of boot leather.

  She clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes growing wider as she realized who had rattled the door.

  Daniel lowered the gun and pushed it under the pillow again as Olivia sat up. He held his finger to his own lips for silence, then slipped off the bed and moved to the door. Olivia padded after him. She
was wearing, she realized, one of her nightgowns. Then she remembered.

  She had pulled it on once they had found the strength to move, after Daniel had made her come that second time around, and after she had removed the dildo and cleaned up everything. She had thought she was too wired to sleep, so Daniel had agreed to talk. Then her memory failed her. She must have lasted three nanoseconds after lying down before sleep had slammed her.

  Daniel pressed his ear to the door.

  The desk chair had been jammed under the handle and the wedge was under the door. He must have put the chair there after she’d fallen asleep.

  A shudder ran through her. What if he hadn’t put in place for her the precautions he had insisted she take care of? What disaster would she be trying to cope with right this instant? She didn’t even want to think of it. She had to start learning to think like Daniel, even a little bit, if she wanted any chance at all of coming out of this situation alive.

  He straightened up, his chest rising as he took a breath and let it out. “He’s gone.”

  “It was Serrano,” she said. They were still talking in Spanish.

  “You know that how?”

  “His boots. They have that little squeak, you know? It must be his weight.” She shivered. “I had to listen to it for hours.”

  Daniel brushed her hair aside and kissed her temple. “He’s been thwarted. You embarrassed him by having precautions in place. He won’t be back again. He can’t risk being embarrassed publically. Just make sure you have the chair and the wedge in place at all times.”

  She nodded.

  He tugged her back to the bed. “Come and sleep. You’re exhausted.”

  “You should be, too.” She let him pull her onto the bed. “Where did you get the gun? We weren’t allowed to bring weapons with us on the assessment tour. It was a strict requirement of the insurrectos.”

  Daniel shrugged. “I stole it, two days after they shut us in here.”

  “You’ve had it hidden all this time? They’ve tossed our rooms at least twice. Where do you hide it?” She was amazed.

  Daniel pointed up at the dark square above the bed where the still missing ceiling tile sat on top of its neighbors inside the ceiling. “No one ever thinks about the roof above their heads.”

  She shook her head. “I certainly don’t.” She lifted herself onto the high bed. “Did you pull me on top of you before?”

  The corner of his mouth lifted. “You did that. I merely tried to soothe you while you were sleeping by holding your hand. You kept moving until you were draped as you found yourself when you woke.”

  She could feel herself blushing. “That’s not normal. For me.”

  Daniel settled himself onto his stack of pillows once more, with a low chuckle. “Is anything about our sojourn here normal?”

  “No, but—” She wanted to explain that her behavior around Daniel had little to do with the odd situation at the White Sands and more to do with Daniel himself.

  “Then come here,” he said and patted the mattress.

  The fact was, if she had met Daniel under normal circumstances, they would have maintained the instant disliking for each other they had formed and never burrowed any farther under each other’s surfaces. It had taken being held hostage here at the White Sands to rub away at the veneer.

  So she shut up and moved closer to him. She touched the very fine, almost invisible scar on his chest, over his nipple. It looked new. “There’s a story to this, isn’t there?”

  He glanced at it. “Yes.” A shadow crossed his eyes. “But it’s not for nighttime telling.”

  “Will you tell me one day?”

  He sighed. “Maybe. It’s not an easy tale to tell.” He pulled her into his arms and settled her so that her head was on his shoulder and her arm over his waist. “I have no objections to being a pillow,” he told her. “You can blush all you want. I like to see you blush, anyway.”

  She tucked her head against the soft mound of his pecs muscle, as embarrassed as he intended her to be. She heard the laughter rumbling in his chest.

  “You make me feel like a sixteen-year-old,” she complained.

  “Good,” he said flatly. “When I first met you, I took you for forty years old. It’s about time you felt younger.”

  “In my line of business, feeling younger is a handicap.”

  “You can be as old as you need to be while you’re working, but when you’re not working, you need to stay young.”

  “You should listen to yourself. In your line of work, dying young is a real option. When I met you, you were a cynical old bastard who fucked young women because he was afraid an older woman would see through him.”

  He was silent a long moment. “Ouch.”

  “What happened to you to make you that way?” she asked gently.

  He shifted. She could feel the muscles flex in him. His chest lifted as he drew in his breath. “You never did explain to me why everyone is so willing to sacrifice themselves for other people, anyway,” he said.

  He was speaking English.

  Olivia sat up.

  Daniel hadn’t moved but she had been resting against him and felt the internal shift as his wariness kicked in. Now he’d switched to English.

  She crossed her legs and studied him. His face was blank, held in rigid control. She realized with a start that he wasn’t emotionless, as she had first thought him to be when he had slithered through her window. There was a storm of emotions going on inside Daniel. He just wasn’t allowing any of them to show on his face.

  Discipline.

  This was as far as he was going to let her in.

  “Okay, then,” she said softly. “I think you really know the answer already. But you’re not going to like it.”

  “Try me.”

  She took a deep breath. “Relationships are a two-way street. There’s give and there’s take. You see it as self-sacrifice because you don’t see the other side of the coin—what the other person has given up. But there’s always another side. Always. It may not happen at the same time. But there’s always give and take in a relationship. Compromise. Sacrifice. You give things up for the other person’s sake because that’s how it works. They give things up for you, too.”

  He sat for a long time saying nothing. She knew he was processing what she was saying. He was looking for the flaws, the way out.

  She added the kicker. “You have to give a little to get something back.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Really.” His jaw flexed. Even the corners got hard and defined.

  She lifted her hands up, as if she was explaining the obvious. “You don’t give anything. You fuck women, you do your job and you leave people behind. If you just once gave something, someone might give something back.”

  “You have no idea who I am,” Daniel growled.

  “I have a better idea than you think,” she returned. “I bet you live alone in an apartment or condo without a garden and the last time you were there was months ago.” She lifted her brow, as Daniel did when he was silently asking for an answer.

  His eyes narrowed. “I haven’t been there for months because a revolution got in the way of going back.”

  “But I’m right on the rest of the details,” she said.

  His chest lifted and fell. “Yes,” he said heavily.

  “I’m betting you don’t have a best friend, or if you have someone you call a friend you haven’t seen them in years, perhaps even a decade, or maybe since high school or college.”

  Daniel licked his lips. “We had a disagreement.”

  “And your pride wouldn’t let you patch it up,” Olivia guessed.

  A furrow dug between his brows. “This isn’t funny.”

  “Because I’m so right?” She touched his thigh. “What did your friend do that was so horribly wrong?”

  Daniel had to take two breaths to get it out. “He saved my life.”

  She sat back, astonished. “So the
re have been people in your life who care about you. You just ruthlessly prune anyone out of your life who does care. When do you plan on booting me out the door?”

  “God, don’t.” He leaned forward, resting his head on the heel of his hands. “Don’t do this, Olivia. Please don’t.”

  “Relationships are an act of faith.”

  “Please tell me you are not talking about love.” His voice was muffled by his hands.

  She picked her words with care. “I’m talking about people. The human race. Perhaps you should try joining it. If you give back—”

  His head shot up and his gaze stabbed her. “Give back? Like you give back? Like you gave and gave and gave for your ex?”

  She recoiled. “How do you know…?” How could he possibly know about Jerry? Then she relaxed. “You don’t know anything,” she told him.

  “I know as much as you do,” he snarled. “I know that you married not long out of high school. I know he worked all day and left you at home without a career. I bet it was only after the divorce you found out about all the other women he’d had affairs with. A string of them, some of them women you knew well. He was fucking them every which way from Sunday while you were washing his socks and pressing his shirts. So after the divorce you got yourself a career and a defensive shell a turtle would be proud of and no one and nothing has got inside that shell since then.”

  She swallowed. Daniel’s summary was so uncannily accurate it was scary.

  Daniel leaned forward. “You might like sex, but you’re so fucking scared of getting hurt again you keep everyone at elbow’s length with that ice wall around you. You’ll die a withered up old lady with a dildo in your pussy, wondering why no one loves you.”

  The tears burned at the back of her eyes but she kept them at bay through sheer willpower. “Is this how you cut people out of your life, Daniel? Is this how you’re going to get rid of me? By making me bleed so badly I want to leave?”