Knight (An Impossible Novel)

by Sykes, Julia

  Master had already returned my lust to me. He had claimed that all he wanted was to take care of me. If that was true, then he would help me recover the other precious things that I had lost, that had been cruelly ripped away from me.

  A dreamlike calm washed over me. One of Master’s rules mandated that I tell him if he wasn’t giving me something I wanted. And I wanted this. I needed this. More than anything. I wasn’t going to give up until I could make him see that.

  Grasping the hem of my dress, I pulled the cottony material over my head and tossed it aside. My underwear quickly followed. I sank to the floor, my knees cushioned by the thick carpet as I spread them wide. My hands clasped together at the small of my back, and I squared my shoulders, thrusting my breasts out.

  While the position demonstrated that I offered by body to Master, it was primarily intended to be a show of supplication. My bare skin and the exposure of my most vulnerable places would communicate my raw need. Torture had stripped me of everything that made me me, and I needed Master to help me rebuild myself from the basest level.

  My posture was submissive, but rather than keeping my eyes downcast, I stared straight ahead, ready to face Master. My breaths were deep and even as I waited patiently for him to come to me. I sensed that I was on the cusp of something significant, something beautiful. Master had freed me when he had first rescued me, but now he would heal me.

  “Lydia?” Master’s voice was touched by a hint of concern as it rang out through the apartment. He usually found me eagerly waiting for him to emerge from the bathroom.

  “I’m in here, Master,” I called out calmly.

  His quick footsteps pounded across the living room as he approached, his anger at realizing my location apparent in the string of muttered curse words that floated into the room. The door banged against the wall with the force of Master’s entry. He froze when he saw me, his huge frame filling the doorway. The fury rolling off him should have terrified me, but I was too captivated by the sight of him for it to register.

  In his haste to find me, he hadn’t taken the time to get dressed. My breath caught in my throat as the magnitude of his perfection struck me like a palpable thing. Every muscle was precisely sculpted and defined, and they bulged and rippled as he flexed threateningly. His nostrils flared, and his usually-full lips were pressed together in a thin line. His strong jaw was clenched.

  I watched in rapt fascination as a bead of water rolled along it, dripping down onto his bare chest to race in a wicked trail over his abs, only to be absorbed into the white towel that was slung low around his hips. The bulge of his erect cock tented the material as he hardened at the sight of me. I couldn’t help licking my lips hungrily.

  “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in, girl?” He hissed. “Get up off your knees and get dressed. Now.”

  Taking a deep breath to brace myself, I tore my eyes from the sight of his arousal to boldly meet his steely gaze.

  “No.” The word was clear, definitive. “I don’t want to.”

  His lip curled up in a snarl. “I’m going to give you one chance to reconsider your answer, girl,” he warned.

  “I already have considered my answer,” I responded steadily. “I’ve considered it very carefully. You ordered me to tell you when I want something that you’re not giving me, Master. I’ve been disobeying that rule for days. I want this. I need this. I need you.”

  Master drew a deep, shuddering breath in a visible effort to calm himself. “You don’t understand what you need,” he told me firmly. “I know how that Bastard hurt you. I know he made you feel like the only way you can demonstrate your submission is by offering your body. I don’t want that from you.”

  My expression hardened. “Now you’re the one who’s breaking a rule, Master,” I informed him hotly. “You promised you wouldn’t lie to me.”

  “Fine!” He snapped. “I want you, Lydia. I want to spank your gorgeous ass until it’s glowing red. I want to sink my cock between your perfect lips. I want to chain you down and fuck you while you call me ‘Master.’ I want to make you come again and again until you beg me to stop, until you’re weeping from excruciating pleasure. Is that what you want to hear?” His eyes took on a feverish light as he gave voice to his secret longings, but his lips were twisted in self-loathing.

  “Yes,” I said, a bit breathlessly. “That’s what I want to hear. That’s what I want, Master.”

  Something between a groan and a growl slipped through his lips at my words. “Can’t you see that’s the worst thing I could possibly do to you? You’re confused, vulnerable. You barely remember your own goddamn name. You can’t make a decision like this right now. So I’m going to have to make the decision for both of us.” His hands clenched at his sides. “And my decision is that you are going to stand up, get dressed, and never try something like this again.”

  “Please, Master.” I decided further defiance wouldn’t get me where I wanted. “Please, just listen to me. You’re wrong; I’m not confused. Not anymore. Being with you, seeing all this,” I gestured towards the open drawer and the chain on the bed, “made me realize just how badly I need this from you. I remember…” I shied away from the wealth of Lydia’s memories that were threatening to bubble to the surface, resolutely focusing only on the facts I needed. “I used to want this. I wanted to explore BDSM. That’s why he… That’s why that Bastard chose me. He thought I would survive longer because I liked pain. He took my greatest pleasures and turned them against me. He stole everything from me.”

  The lines of Master’s face were taut with rage and disgust, but it was no longer directed at me or at himself.

  Pressing my advantage, I plowed on. “You’ve helped me reclaim so much of myself, Master. I was nothing, no one, when you found me. You say all you want is to take care of me, to help me. I know it’s greedy of me to ask you to give me more than you already have, but this is what I need. Please don’t let him keep this from me. Help me take back this part of myself, Master. Please.” The final word was a broken, desperate whisper.

  I realized my cheeks were wet with tears. I had exposed myself completely, had risked the pain of Lydia’s memories to prove to Master just how badly I needed this. It was essential to my healing, to my survival. If he denied me, I might just die inside again. I held my breath, my body trembling as I waited for his response. It would save me or shatter me.

  He grimaced, the lines around his eyes tight with pain as he stared down at me. When he finally acted, his movements were almost violent in their desperate intensity.

  “Fuck,” he muttered as he gathered me up in his arms, his expression twisted with yearning and regret. “Do you have any idea how goddamn badly I’ve wanted this? I’m probably going to hell.”

  “Then I’ll go with you, Master.” My whisper was a fervent promise as my fingers curled around his biceps. I would follow him anywhere; I would never allow him to release me.

  My blood sang through my veins when his lips came down on mine, harsh and hungry. He possessed my mouth, claiming it with hot, firm strokes of his tongue. His hand sank into my hair, wrapping the silken strands around his fist so he could angle me as he wanted. I opened for him, silently begging him not to relent, to consume all of me.

  His fingers splayed across my lower back, pressing my belly against his erection. My hands fisted in the towel that still separated him from me. With a sharp, demanding jerk, I pulled the fabric free and flung it away from us. He swallowed my moan as his flesh touched mine for the first time. I ground into him, relishing the hard evidence of his desire for me.

  A low, disapproving rumble vibrated against my lips before his hands closed around my shoulders, shoving me hard. Ripped from him, I tumbled backwards, the air knocked from my lungs at the soft impact with the mattress. He didn’t give me so much as a moment to draw breath before he was on me again, the weight of his body trapping me beneath him. I was helpless to resist his vastly superior strength.

  Trapped. Helpless.
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  My former Master’s sneer flashed before my eyes, his laughter as he held me down and used me echoing in my ears. I cried out as terror spiked through me, and my fingers stiffened to claws, lashing out at my attacker. His hands encircled my wrists, halting my frantic efforts.

  “Breathe, girl,” he ordered evenly. “Look at me.”

  I obediently took a deep breath, blinking hard. Master’s striking eyes were staring down at me, commanding my attention.

  “Who am I, girl? Tell me.”

  “Master,” I answered shakily. My gaze roved over his perfect face, drinking him in. The sight of him grounded me in my present reality. My voice was firmer, more assured, when I spoke again. “You’re my Master.”

  “That’s right.” His voice was gentler this time, and he brushed a whisper-soft kiss against my lips. “Stay here with me, sweetheart.” His eyes roved over my face, studying me carefully. His expression was hesitant, but when he spoke his voice was strained with longing. “I’m not sure if this is a good idea, little one. I don’t want to upset you.”

  “No!” I cried quickly. “Please, Master. I don’t want to see him in my head anymore. Help me.”

  The lines of his face softened. “Okay, sweetheart.”

  He paused, his lips pressing together as he wrestled with something internally. After a moment, he blew out a long breath. “I want you to enjoy this. And I can’t have you screaming and trying to fight me off. I can’t do this if I feel like I’m forcing myself on you. I won’t do that to you.”

  Anguish flitted across his features, but it was quickly replaced by determination. His thumbs brushed across the insides of my wrists, and a small, satisfied smile played around his lips when my pulse jumped, my skin pebbling in response to the stimulation of the vulnerable area. “I’m going to restrain you, sweetheart. You won’t have the option of fighting me; you’ll have to accept that I’m in control. I’m going to remind you of what a beautiful instrument your body can be. You need to trust that I won’t hurt you. Do you trust me, little one?”

  The tightness around his eyes let me know just how crucial my answer was to him.

  “Yes,” I breathed. “I trust you, Master. Completely.”

  That predatory light that I loved so much illuminated his silver eyes, and he dipped his head so that his hot breath rippled across my neck. He caught my earlobe between his teeth, nipping at it sharply before sucking the pain away.

  “Good girl,” he rumbled against me, nuzzling the hollow beneath my ear. I shuddered as his lips traced a hot trail of kisses down my neck. His grip shifted from its hold on my wrists to twine his fingers through mine, applying gentle pressure as he slid my hands up the mattress, drawing my arms apart until they were stretched above my head.

  He pulled away from me and straddled my hips, his weight pinning me in place. His eyes bored into me, piercing my soul as his power infused me, burning away fear as his control flooded my entire being. All of my muscles relaxed as I surrendered, fully ceding to his dominance. My lips parted as I stared up at him with rapt adoration. I trusted him implicitly.

  He brushed another soft kiss across my lips.

  “Don’t move. Don’t fight me.”

  He extricated his hands from mine and reached towards one of the bedposts. The clanking of the chain as he pulled it free made me shiver, but I resolutely held my fear at bay.

  My determination wavered when the supple leather of the cuff touched my wrist. A low whine worked its way up my throat as memories assaulted me.

  He had preferred to use soft cuffs so he wouldn’t damage my skin. He didn’t want to mar the beauty of his slave.

  “Stop,” I begged. “Please don’t.”

  “Breathe,” Master ordered. “Who am I, girl?” He repeated his earlier question, his hard tone commanding my attention.

  I focused on him. “Master,” I replied shakily.

  “Am I going to hurt you?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No, Master.”

  He returned his attention to his task, softly kissing the inside of my wrist before he buckled the cuff around it. I jerked slightly, testing the restraint.

  “Don’t fight me. Stay here with me.”

  “Yes, Master,” I whispered, my voice ragged with the depth of my gratitude, not anxiety.

  He was giving me exactly what I needed. He wasn’t going to relent until he had given me what I had begged for. He would help me heal, and he wasn’t going to allow that Bastard to take this from me. As Master claimed me, he would help me reclaim myself.

  By the time he had secured my other wrist to the opposite bedpost, tears were leaking from the corners of my eyes. He gently brushed them away.

  “Are you alright, sweetheart?” He asked tenderly.

  “Yes, Master. I… I’m happy. Thank you.”

  He claimed my lips again, the strokes of his tongue gentler this time but no less assured. The kiss was thorough, demanding, and he didn’t let up until my head was spinning from the need to draw breath. Despite my growing dizziness, I didn’t so much as tug against my restraints. I welcomed the heady release, allowing Master to take me to the edge. My trust in him made what might have been terrifying incredibly freeing. And decidedly erotic.

  By the time he allowed me to gasp for air, the spike of oxygen returning to my brain sent me soaring high.

  I was still flying when Master’s lips returned to my throat, his soft kisses alternating with sharp nips of his teeth. Under his ministrations, my flesh came alive in a way that was utterly foreign to me, and I gloried in the beautiful shudder that wracked my body.

  When his teeth caught the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder, I moaned in wild abandon. He licked away the sting, his low sound of approval sinking through my skin to reverberate through my body. It reached my core, and my inner muscles contracted, craving Master’s touch. I rocked my hips up into him. His cock jerked against my belly, but his weight still kept my body firmly pinned.

  “I thought I told you not to move,” he remarked almost casually before abruptly sinking his teeth into my nipple, giving me sharp pain in reprimand.

  My shocked cry was laced with ecstasy as a hot line of pleasure sizzled from the tight, trapped bud to my clit, and my hips surged upward again of their own accord, my body begging him for more. He chuckled darkly against my skin as his tongue left a burning trail across my flesh, moving to my other breast.

  “You’ll have to learn quicker than that, girl,” he warned. His bite was harder this time as he punished my other nipple. I whimpered as my pussy pulsed, coating my thighs with my wet arousal. I gritted my teeth as I forced back the urge to writhe beneath him. In reward, his tongue swirled around the tight peak, flicking across the tip as he sucked it into his mouth.

  I had never experienced anything so excruciatingly wonderful in my entire life.

  “Please, Master,” I begged hoarsely.

  His smile was a touch twisted as he stared down at me. “Please, what? Please stop?”

  “Please. More. Please touch me, Master.”

  His fingertips traced the curve beneath the lower swell of my breasts, and I gasped as pleasure shot through me.

  “I am touching you, girl,” he informed me, his tone colored with amusement.

  “No,” I insisted huskily. “I want you to touch my…” I stumbled over the words, struggling to express what I so keenly desired. I was uncertain if Master would welcome a demand, even if it was worded as a request. He had commanded that I give him complete control, but his denial was making me ache. He had promised he would show me the incredible gifts my body could give me, but I was coming to realize those pleasures could be wielded as torment. Sweet, glorious torment.

  “Tell me what you want,” he ordered.

  “I want… I want you to touch my pussy, Master,” I said the crass words in a rush. “I want your cock inside of me. I want you to claim me.” My last request was a desperate utterance as I fi
nally gave voice to what I had craved from him for so long.

  His lips returned to my breasts, kissing them softly. Too softly.

  “I’m not finished with you yet,” he told me, his voice holding a rougher edge this time. “Do you know how long I’ve ached to explore your body, girl? I’m not going to stop until I’ve devoured every inch of you. I am claiming you. Your body is mine. And I get to toy with it and play with it as long as I like.” His eyes glowed with a feverish, possessive light as he fixed me in his silver gaze. “Who am I, girl? Who do you belong to?”

  I groaned as his words sent flames licking across my skin, branding me. “You’re my Master. I belong to you, Master.”

  “That’s right. So you’ll accept the pleasure that I give you. You have my permission to beg. I like the sound of your begging. But you’re not going to move against my cock again. You’re going to wait for me like a good girl. If you want my cock inside you, you’ll take it on my terms.”

  My moan was pure lust as my entire body quaked for him. I belonged to him. I would revel in this new form of torment because he willed me to do so. Because the throbbing, insistent ache within me was the most exquisite pain I had ever known.

  He took his time with my breasts, languorously sampling them as he savored my every gasp and whimper. Finally, he shifted above me, his weight settling on my knees as his fingers slowly stroked their way down my sides. His tongue followed a similar path, leaving a line of searing heat in its wake as it traced down my sternum, trailing over my abdomen until his lips came to rest just above my soft curls. His thumbs hooked over my hips, his long fingers curling around them to grip my ass.

  “I’m going to be merciful with you this time, girl.”

  My brow furrowed in my confusion. In the next instant, I understood his cryptic words.

  His tongue licked the crease between my desire-slicked thigh and my swollen, pulsing pussy lips. No amount of determination could have stopped me from jerking beneath him as a ragged shout was torn from my chest. He firmly held me in place, not giving me the option of disobedience as his tongue continued its wicked exploration. He licked and suckled and nipped, but he carefully avoided the areas where I most desired his touch. My hardened clit was burning, my core contracting with such rapid insistency that my inner muscles ached from the cruel compulsion.