Knight And Play

by Kitty French

"Better?" He slid the straps down her arms, leaving her naked from the waist up.

  "I've decided you can keep the blushing," Lucien said. "You’re more like a ripe peach than ever. Creamy flesh..." his fingers drifted down her throat and arrived at her nipple. "And rose pink just here." He circled his thumb around it. "And here." His other hand touched her other nipple, and he played with them delicately.

  Sophie watched him, getting a kick out of the carnal pleasure in his eyes as he looked at her body. And then her eyes roved down the cords of his neck, over the beautiful definition of his shoulders and the granite contours of his abdominal muscles, and it was her turn to be seduced. He was eye-wateringly sexy, and her fingers found the top button of his jeans all of their own accord.

  She flicked her eyes back to his face and saw him appraise the situation, then he reached for her jeans and mirrored her action.

  She freed his second metal stud from its buttonhole, and Lucien did the same with the slightest flick of his eyebrows.

  When she popped the third she knew what to expect, and seconds later they helped each other out of their jeans. Lucien went the whole way and shed his underwear at the same time, and even though she'd seen it before, Sophie swallowed hard at the sight of his cock. He was rigid and ready, as she'd known he would be. Was he ever anything else?

  She left only her little black knickers on, as much for the thrill of having Lucien remove them as out of modesty.

  "Do you need a little help with these?" Lucien's thumbs slid under the sides of them.

  Sophie nodded and chewed her lip.

  "I think I might."

  He ran his hands over the material, smooth over her bottom, exploring between her legs. Sophie closed her eyes and willed him to take them off, yet he seemed in no hurry. Her eyes flew open in surprise when he placed one arm behind her knees and the other behind her back and swept her off her feet into his arms. It was so entirely primeval, and so entirely sexy to find herself held against his chest, that she looped her arms around his neck and clung on.

  He held her as if she weighed nothing but air, and for a second she felt every inch the damsel in distress being rescued from disaster or the jaws of a dragon. Except no disaster movie she'd ever seen featured the hero stark naked with the head of his erection skimming the damsel's backside.

  His mouth was a temptation, right there and ripe when she tilted her face up. She tightened her arms around his neck and pulled his kiss to her, a gentle, slow graze of his mouth that left her wanting, a languid hint of tongue that sent her reeling. Her fingers crept into his hair and held his mouth to hers, and she shifted in his arms to feel his cock rub against her bottom a little more. It was a prelude, and already he had her gagging for the main event.

  He eased down onto his knees and laid her on the huge sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. She wriggled her back against the soft sensation.

  Lucien turned briefly to the large coffee table and opened the drawer underneath to extract something. When he turned back, Sophie saw it was a little bottle.

  "Turn over."

  She sat up, then paused, as his cock was right there and irresistible. She dipped her head and licked him, then slid her mouth over him and took his length into her mouth. He groaned in appreciation, rocked his hips and stroked a hand over her hair. She felt him grow harder still, and then he wound her hair around his fingers and eased her head off him.

  "Not yet, Princess." He leaned down and kissed her disappointment away, then released her hair down her back. "Lie down and turn over."

  Sophie dropped back onto the rug and flipped over onto her front, her hands a pillow beneath her forehead and the heat of anticipation between her legs. Lucien brushed a fleeting kiss against the small of her back, then moved to straddle her thighs. As he settled, the tip of his erection nudged against her silk-covered backside, a reminder of what was to come.

  Droplets of massage oil dripped one, two, three, down her spine, and then the same drip, drip, drip was over her shoulder blades. The lush scent of orange blossom tinged the air as Lucien placed the small glass bottle on the floor near to her face, and Sophie’s eyes wandered over the black label. Neroli Sensual Massage Oil. The now familiar silver Knight Inc. logo was discreetly imprinted across the bottom, a tiny shining star over the 'i' in the name.

  In his name. Lucien Knight, the man behind the logo, and at that moment the man behind Sophie. His hands swept down her back, making long, sure strokes to work the oil across her skin. He was feather light across her shoulders, and his thumbs rolled in rhythm up each bump of her spine, then back down again one by one to the top of her knickers. He hitched them down so they lay across the tops of her thighs, and Sophie instinctively wiggled her bared bottom. The act of having her flesh exposed felt far more indecent than simply being naked.

  Lucien's warm, slippery palms closed over her buttocks and squeezed, his thumbs sinful as they slid inside the seam with every new contraction of his fingers. Each time he passed over the tight little entrance he paused for a breath, and Sophie held hers. Each time he moved on she released the breath, for the most part in relief, and a tiny part in regret. The knowledge sat between them that he intended to use the butt plug at some point before nightfall and it had her on edge, waiting, half anxious, half excited. He applied a tiny amount of pressure with his thumb on the next pass, and she tensed, gasped a little. In response Lucien leaned his head down and nuzzled her neck, his breath a warm tickle against her ear.

  "Relax, Sophie." His chest blanketed her back, his hand still on her bottom. The fire had her warm all over, and his body was slick on hers thanks to the neroli oil. "It's not time yet." His thumb traced slow, secret circles as his teeth grazed her ear. "But you like this, don't you?"

  Sophie closed her eyes, breathed in deeply through her nose, and nodded. She did. She really, really did.

  "Good." She heard rather than saw his smile. He shifted his hand a little, replacing his thumb with his index finger. Sophie moved against his hand. The flat of his thumb had felt sensual. The pad of his crooked index finger felt predatory as he stroked her, his touch more purposeful. "You've tensed again." He kissed the nape of her neck. "Remember back to the club, Sophie. In the cinema?"

  Sophie remembered it in glorious technicolour, and yes, she remembered how his finger inside her backside had made her come. But this was different. That had been quick and dirty. This was slow and sensual, and the anticipation of the silver acorn had her gasping as Lucien pushed his finger just inside her, a gentle preamble. His lips trailed her shoulder as he slid his finger out again, and then in a little bit further second time around.

  He had her, and he knew it. She felt him laugh softly against her neck when she pushed her bottom upwards, an instinctive attempt to make herself more available to his touch. He gave her what she craved, pushed deeper into her and crooked his finger a little.

  "You have no idea how much I’d like to fuck you here," he whispered, his mouth hot on her neck.

  If he had sheathed himself and done exactly that, Sophie wouldn't have stopped him. His fingers were magic, and she was under his spell completely.

  But he didn't. He eased his finger out instead and sat up.

  "Turn over."

  He pulled her knickers down her legs and flung them aside, then straddled her thighs again.

  Sophie sucked in warm air as she looked up at him, big and bronze in the golden firelight. His thighs held hers closed, and his erection rested against her hip. His eyes moved over her and lingered on her breasts.

  "You're very beautiful."

  Compliments were thin on the ground in her everyday life, and Sophie usually found them hard to accept, but in that moment she had no doubt about Lucien's sincerity. His eyes told her anyway, without the need for words.

  He tipped a little more neroli oil into his hands and rubbed them together, then cupped his hands over her shoulders and massaged them lightly. His erection pressed against her stomach as he leaned forward, and Sophie

sighed with pleasure. It was beyond sensual, being naked and warm here with his oiled hands on her body. He took his time, sliding his hands down the lengths of her arms, transferring the oil all the way to her fingertips. Her fingers curled around his, and he squeezed them lightly before moving his hands to span her ribcage.

  Sophie closed her eyes and let her emotions wash over her.

  Peace. Desire. Gratitude. Passion. Contentment.

  And then Lucien's hands moved down to massage the apex at the top of her legs, and the only emotion there was room for was desire.

  Lucien cupped her sex and worked an oiled finger inside her lips.

  Jesus, she felt good. Hot, and wet for him already. Sophie seemed to have no idea just how sexy she was, especially times like this when she gave up her inhibitions and just let go. Her body gleamed in the golden light from the fire and her clitoris blossomed as he ran his finger down the length of her sex. Her breath quickened to shallow, as did his when she sunk her teeth into the side of her hand to stop herself from crying out. He leaned in and sucked her candy pink nipples in turn, gratified by the way her fingers delved into his hair and raked his scalp. He leaned back again, one hand still between her legs, the softness of her breast in the other. Watching her give in to her body's desires was just about the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, far better than porn made for the purpose. She was all curves and softness, and every time he touched her clitoris her thighs pressed against his as she tried to open her legs.

  He could so easily let her come right now, but he didn't. His eyes slid from Sophie to the silver acorn on the mantel. The next time Sophie orgasmed, it would be nestled in her bottom.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Sophie opened her eyes when Lucien eased his hands and his weight off her. Come back! Her body thrummed, right on the edge of orgasm, desperate for him.

  He stood up. From her vantage point on the floor, he looked huge towering over her. She pushed herself up on her elbows, and reached for his hand when he held it out to pull her up. If he wanted her to stand up, she had no objections. If he'd told her to do five laps of the building naked, she would have done, utterly in his thrall now. But that was clearly not what he had in mind, so instead, she wrapped her arm around his waist and circled his cock with her other hand, her head laid against his chest as he reached for the silver acorn. He braced his arm against the mantel as she stroked his shaft, her hands still slick with oil he'd massaged into them. His heart hammered faster against her ear, and she turned her face into him and mouthed his nipple.

  His arms folded around her, and this time when he lifted her off the ground his hands cupped her bottom, and she could feel the cold steel base of the butt plug against her cheek. There was no room for fear, white hot desire eclipsed it. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, and Lucien held her close and kissed her deeply. Sophie opened her mouth to his tongue, lost in the intensity of being held, of being adored.

  He carried her across the room and sat down on a straight backed wooden chair by the windows.

  "Tell me you have a condom in your hand," she whispered, and rocked her body against his hard cock. "I want you inside me."

  Lucien opened his hand to show her the items he'd collected from the mantelpiece. A condom, a little pump of lube, and the silver butt plug.

  "Wrap your legs around the chair. I want to touch your beautiful arse."

  Sophie's lust spiralled as she obeyed his softly spoken demand, the wooden struts of the chair hard anchors against the back of her knees.

  She was spread for him, and he pumped a little lube on his fingers and placed the things in his hands on the low ledge behind him.

  His eyes locked on hers. "I'm going to touch you everywhere."

  His hands moved down her body. They lingered on her breasts, brushed her stomach, and then settled beneath her spread sex, one arm behind her, one in front as she rested over his thighs. For a few long seconds he held perfectly still, and Sophie stopped breathing. She couldn't get her breath out past the heavy weight of anticipation.

  He made her wait with his eyes and his body, and then his fingers all touched her at once. It was a sensory assault. Firm, massaging, sliding in and out and up and down, slippery with lube and Sophie's juices. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and leaned her forehead against his, her eyes on his cock as he pushed two fingers inside her. His other hand smoothed up and down the crevice of her bottom, massaging lube over her tender skin.

  He was beyond good at this stuff. He'd taken her from feeling fearful to wanting him to push his finger in, to wanting to know how good that silver acorn was going to feel. She reached down onto the ledge and pumped lube onto her own fingers. He'd played it so cool, so in control. She wanted to push him a little, to give something back for the riot of feelings he'd unleashed in her.

  When she closed her hand around his firm cock he dragged air down sharply into his chest, and at the same time he pushed his finger deeper into her bottom. His hands were everywhere, filling her up as she pumped his lube-slippery shaft. Jesus, she wanted him inside her.

  He tipped his head back in pure pleasure for a second, and the cords of his neck glistened with a sheen of sweat. Christ. He was her perfect Diet Coke man, and she couldn't resist leaning in and licking the hollow at the base of his neck. She felt rather than heard the low rumble in his throat, then he tipped his head down and kissed her, his tongue hot and searching in her mouth.

  "Pass it to me, Princess." She had no need to ask what he meant. His finger still slipped slowly in and out of her bottom as she reached for it. "And the lube."

  The acorn was heavy in her hand, plum-sized and cool. She raised her eyes to his, unsure what to do next and utterly distracted by his gentle fingers in her bottom.

  "Lube it in your hands." They both looked down as she followed his instructions. "Slide your fingers around it." He eased his hand from between their bodies and covered her slippery fingers with his own. "Make it warm."

  Sophie's heart beat hard against her breastbone. The silver acorn slid around in their hands as he took it from her, and he kissed her mouth slowly and moved his hand away from her bottom to gather her against him, skin to skin. His tenderness melted away any lingering echoes of anxiety, and when he touched the solid tip of the acorn against her bottom... she was ready.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Lucien held Sophie in his arms and willed himself to go slowly, to give her the very best of this new experience. She'd handed him her trust, and unlike her fuckwitted husband, he wasn't going to break it.

  Her skin was warm silk in his hands, and her tongue stroked over his. She was so much more bold now, and her burgeoning courage moved him in a way very few things ever had. He could feel the tremble in her body as he touched the tip of the acorn against her bottom. She was slick with lube and her own excitement, he knew the acorn would slide inside her if she just relaxed and let it in.

  "I wish it was my cock right here," he said as he worked the tip of the acorn inside her. She tensed, and then slowly relaxed her muscles. "That's it, Princess... let it in..."

  Sophie's eyebrows furrowed over her squeezed shut eyes, and her teeth sank into her bottom lip. He nuzzled the tender spot beneath her ear, giving her time to get used to the new sensation.

  "More?"

  She rolled her hips gently and nodded, and he touched his lips against her eyelids as he pushed the acorn deeper inside.

  When she took the widest part her she cried out, and he gentled her with his mouth over hers. "Feel it Sophie, full and solid inside you." She was panting, and he was finding it almost as hard to breathe himself. His cock strained to be buried inside her, but this moment was all for her, not him.

  Sophie opened her eyes wide and stared into Lucien's, the butt plug buried to its flared ends in her bottom. She wanted to say something, to tell him how intense the acorn felt nestled inside her, but she couldn't find the words. She felt full, and filthy, and euphoric. Lucien's hands curled around her waist.

  "Stand up."

  His hands urged her up, so she stood. He did the same and fondled her bottom.

  "This feels fucking amazing," he said, as he rocked the curved metal end of the butt plug. Sophie gasped and arched into the additional pressure. He was right. It felt even more amazing for her.

  "Now sit on the chair."

  She looked down at the hard wooden seat of the chair, then uncertainly back up at Lucien.

  Trust me, he’d said. She closed her eyes as her bottom made contact with the unyielding chair, and the pressure inside her increased ten fold as the plug pushed against her vagina. Lucien dropped onto his knees and parted her legs, and then, with a speed that took her breath away, he ducked down and sucked her clitoris into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over her, and Sophie gasped and pushed her feet down hard onto the floor in erotic shock as a sudden and intense orgasm ricocheted through her body.

  "Oh Jesus... Lucien..." Sophie clutched his shoulders as her muscles contracted. Her entire body throbbed, and her muscles tightened deliciously around the acorn. Every sensation was magnified. Every wave of her orgasm became more intense with the new fullness.

  He slid up her body and kissed her hard, the taste of her sex on his lips, her body still pulsing with pleasure. She reached down behind her on the ledge for the condom, crazy with need for him.

  "Fuck me, Lucien."

  He took the silver foil from her fingers, his eyes blue-black with lust.

  "Get on your knees, Sophie. I want to look at your beautiful arse when I screw you."

  Sophie dissolved into him as he pulled her down to the floor. Lucien had tapped deep into the essence of her womanhood in a way Dan had never dug deep enough to discover. He made her feel more intensely female than ever before, more sexy, more aware of what she wanted and of what she had to give.

  He wanted her from behind. She wanted him to take her from behind. But she wanted it her way, and she felt confident enough to take the reins for a moment, certain that he’d be even more turned on if she did. She was on all fours, and as she crawled the few feet to the grey velvet couch, the butt plug moved inside her, a filthy thrill that caught her by surprise and made her gasp. When she reached the sofa she turned and threw a wantonly inviting glance over her shoulder at Lucien, then turned back to rest her elbows on the sofa and rounded her bottom provocatively out at him.

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