Knight (An Impossible Novel)

by Sykes, Julia

  And still he said nothing. Instead, he merely pointed at the floor.

  I was on my knees instantly. There was no hesitation, no thought. He had me completely under his power, my mind utterly in his grasp.

  He kept his gaze trained on me, and I could practically feel myself melting into him, my will eagerly surrendering to his control. My body was suddenly incredibly light, and my mind went blissfully blank.

  “Was there something you wanted to ask me, girl?” He asked coolly.

  “Will you please fuck me, Master?” My voice was soft, docile. I didn’t even think about what I was saying, didn’t consciously formulate the words. Master had asked me a question, and I gave him the proper answer.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

  “I want you to cuff me to the bed and blindfold and gag me. Then I want you to fuck me. Please.”

  He smiled and touched his fingers to my hair, working though it slowly. I practically mewled in pleasure at the renewed contact.

  “The cuffs are a nice touch, little one. And you did ask for your punishment so sweetly.”

  In my normal frame of mind, I would have been galled to realize that I had indeed asked him to carry out my punishment. But in that moment, I felt nothing but pure joy at having pleased him.

  His hand fisted in my hair and tugged me forward, guiding me onto my hands and knees. I expected him to take me from behind, but to my intense embarrassment and incredible arousal, he began to walk towards the bedroom, forcing me to crawl beside him. Other than my shocked gasp, I let out no words of protest. The insistent pulsing of my core commanded too much of my attention for me to formulate coherent thoughts. My thighs were increasingly slick as they rubbed together, my wetness coating them. By the time we reached the bedroom, my limbs were trembling. I was grateful for his physical guidance as he silently directed me up onto the bed.

  He positioned me in the center of the mattress, facing the headboard. He released my hair and pressed his hand firmly between my shoulder blades, pushing me down so that my cheek rested on the bed. Still on my knees, my ass was raised flagrantly.

  His grip around my wrists was gentle, but he inexorably guided my hands so that my arms extended out towards the bedposts. As my upper body was forced lower, my tight, aching nipples brushed against the duvet, and I couldn’t suppress the urge to writhe, seeking further stimulation. Master chuckled at the sound of my low moan, allowing me to continue my desperate quest for sensual release as he secured my wrists with the cuffs that were attached to the bed.

  Once he was satisfied with my bonds, he clicked his tongue at me as he guided my thighs apart, and cool air hit my exposed pussy. I was open, offered up for his use. My writhing had regulated to a steady rocking motion as my body begged for sex. I didn’t even realize that I was begging aloud as well, repeatedly echoing the request that I had made of him, that I had so rudely issued as a demand only minutes earlier.

  “Please, Master. Please fuck me. Please fuck me. Please…”

  My conscious mind had been obliterated by his power over me. His skillful manipulation reduced me to my basest state, where there was only instinctive need, and my soul had recognized that his will was my only means of attaining release. I was beautifully, blissfully lost in him.

  A drawer opened and closed.

  “Shhh,” he softly quieted my pleas. Something hard and smooth pressed against my lips, which were already slightly parted from my panting breaths. “Open.”

  Obediently, I relaxed my jaw, and the round sphere of the gag eased into my mouth. The rubbery tang was a scent in my nostrils and a taste on my tongue. My teeth sank into it slightly as Master fastened the buckle around the back of my head, forcing it to further invade my mouth. I drew in deep breaths through my nose as my breathing was suddenly restricted.

  I was only just becoming accustomed to the unfamiliar intrusion when the soft, silky blindfold fell over my eyes. They had already been closed, but the thick material blocked out all light that had shone through my lids.

  For the space of an unbearably long minute, there was nothing; no sight, no sounds, no tactile sensations. Then my senses began to heighten. The musky scent of my own arousal and Master’s heady masculine smell mingled with the rubber of the gag and the salty leather of the cuffs, flooding my nose with the scent of darkly perverse sensuality. The sound of his even breaths beneath my increasingly staccato ones reinforced the sense of his control over my entire being. The heat of him beside me danced with the cool air on my naked flesh, causing the fine hairs on my body to stand on end.

  My strangled cry was muffled by the gag when Master’s fingernails lightly scraped down the length of my back. The rush elicited by his touch went straight to my head, sending pleasure swirling through my mind. I arched, my muscles tensing for a moment before melting completely.

  Straps encircled my upper thighs. As Master pulled them tight to secure them, the slightly ridged nylon material rubbed against the skin where my inner thighs met my pussy lips. My body twisted in response to the sensation, and the clanking of chains as I tugged against my restraints made me whimper in delighted helplessness.

  Something hard pressed against my clit, secured there by the tautly-drawn straps. Puzzlement stirred across the surface of my subconscious, but it was quickly eradicated when the object began to buzz softly. Moaning, I jerked harder against my restraints, grinding my hips in a circular motion as though I could press myself more closely to the maddeningly teasing vibrator.

  Master’s low chuckle danced across my skin.

  “Such a greedy girl,” he remarked with pleasure. “She’ll have to learn patience.”

  My whine morphed to a shocked cry as his lube-slicked finger abruptly pressed against my asshole, pushing in steadily until he was fully seated within me. My clit pulsed madly against the vibrator, but it still wasn’t enough to sate me. He pressed in a second finger, pumping gently as my body welcomed more in my need. My inner muscles began to contract around him as my orgasm neared, and he stopped his movements completely. I sobbed into the gag.

  “You don’t get to come until I allow it, sub,” he informed me.

  My entire body was quivering, teetering torturously on the edge of ecstasy.

  His fingers withdrew, leaving me feeling achingly empty. I craved to be filled, for Master to fuck me. I didn’t care how; I just needed him.

  He obliged me, his lubricated cock pressing against my dark entrance. Despite my craving, I couldn’t help moving away from him as he penetrated me. He was far too big; I would never be able to take all of him.

  His hands closed around my hips, holding me in place with a warning growl.

  “Relax, girl. Don’t fight your Master.”

  Drawing in several deep breaths, I struggled to obey. His fingers trailed down my back, stroking me in approval.

  “Good girl. Just like that. Breathe.”

  I shuddered beneath his praising touch. Despite my acquiescence, the burning sensation inside me increased as Master continued his progress. After a few more seconds of discomfort, the head of his cock fully breached the ring of tight muscles with a small popping sensation. He stayed there for a moment, his own breaths turning ragged with the effort of holding himself back so that I could adjust to the intrusion.

  With the pause, my attention was again captured by the vibrations against my clit. They were still too light to allow release, but focusing on the teasing stimulation caused the burning in my ass to morph into a heated, erotic tingling.

  At the sound of my lustful moan, Master’s hands closed around my hips once again, slowly guiding me back onto his hard cock until he was in me to the hilt. My muscles tightened around him again as my orgasm neared, and he stilled.

  “Not yet, girl,” he ground out.

  His hand cracked across my sensitive upper thigh, giving me enough pain to draw me back from the brink. When he was satisfied that I wasn’t going to come, he began to ease in and out of me, pumping in slow, shallow
thrusts. The tingling within me shot up my spine, exploding outward to flood my entire body. I bit into the gag with the effort of holding myself back. I wouldn’t disobey Master. I wouldn’t disappoint him.

  With a satisfied grunt, he began to increase his speed until he was taking me in earnest, taking full possession of the only part of my body he had yet to fully claim. Sharp cries escaped me with every jarring thrust, my ecstasy pulsing insistently within me. My own will wouldn’t have been strong enough to contain it, but Master’s was.

  He grew impossibly harder within me, and his hand left my hip to press against the vibrator, grinding it against my clit as his cock began to pulse.

  “Come for me,” he ordered, his voice harsh with his own release.

  With his permission, my bliss erupted within me, bursting free of the bonds with which Master’s will had contained it. The gag caught my scream, making it reverberate through my head as I came completely undone. It went on and on as my orgasm shattered me with exquisite force.

  Nothing existed in the world but Master and the pleasure he gave me.

  Chapter 26

  Master toyed with the tourmaline gem that rested at the hollow of my throat, idly flicking it as he watched the colors shift in its blue-green depths. It caught the light, sending a small spark dancing across his face. I watched in hazy fascination as my brain slowly re-formed. When I realized that my wrists were no longer restrained, I touched my fingers to his, shaping them around the pendant.

  “This kept me sane, you know,” I told him quietly. “Whenever things became too much and I thought I was going to fall apart, I would touch this and feel safe. I would think of you. Just like you told me to do.”

  I thought back to the day he had given it to me, how he had kissed the nape of my neck as he had closed the clasp, how he had lovingly stroked the chain against my skin, as though he couldn’t help himself.

  It had always been so much more than just a pretty piece of jewelry, but now that I better understood Smith’s nature, I came to a startling realization.

  “You gave this to me to replace that Bastard’s collar. Did you… Were you collaring me that day? Is that what this is?”

  He blew out a long breath, and his eyes searched mine. “I told myself that wasn’t my intention. But I was too far down the rabbit hole by that point to see the truth of it. Yes, Lydia. I put this around your neck to mark you as mine. I can understand if -”

  “Thank you,” I cut over him before he could apologize for his actions. “I love it, Master.”

  His lips quirked up, and he traced a line across the front of my neck.

  “I suppose it’s time I got you a proper collar then.”

  My breath caught in my throat. “Really?”

  His eyebrows rose. “You’ve moved in with me, I’ve claimed you as my submissive, I’ve told you I love you, and I’ve just admitted that I collared you weeks ago. Is it really such a stretch for me to get you a proper collar?”

  “I… No.” I swallowed against the lump rising in my throat as intense joy overwhelmed me. “Can I still keep my necklace?”

  “Of course, sweetheart. You don’t think I would let you go walking around without any sort of collar at all, do you? You’ll wear it outside the apartment at all times. That’s an order.”

  I threw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  He returned my fierce embrace and kissed the top of my head.

  “You’re more than welcome, little one. I’m glad to see you so eager to follow an order.”

  I gave a watery laugh and pulled back from him slightly, wiping the wet evidence of my happiness from my cheeks as I did so.

  “Don’t get used to it.”

  He tweaked my nose affectionately. “You are such a little brat. I’m going to enjoy coming up with some more creative punishments for you.”

  Punishments.

  My gaze strayed to his toy drawer that held the harsh implements that had terrified me on the day I first saw them. I realized Master had never once threatened to use pain as a punishment. He had used little sparks of pain to tease and torment, but nothing more. He hadn’t even spanked me. Not properly.

  “You haven’t used pain as a punishment.” I said the words aloud, letting him know I had come to the realization.

  “I thought that was for the best, sweetheart,” he told me kindly.

  “But… You have all of that fancy gear.” I gestured towards the chest of drawers. “Don’t you want to use it?”

  He eyed me appraisingly. “Do you?”

  I bit my lip, considering. The array of Master’s collection would have been intimidating even before my abduction. Many of those implements had never come close to my flesh. Some of them fell within my hard limits.

  But that was before I had been tortured. During my imprisonment, I hadn’t had the luxury of safe words or limits. Every boundary I might have once held had been shattered.

  I lifted my chin, defiant in the face of those memories.

  “Yes,” I said firmly.

  “Aren’t you afraid of being hurt?” He asked carefully. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. I don’t want to take you back to a place that’s traumatic.”

  “I trust you not to hurt me, Smith. There’s a difference between receiving pain and being hurt. I used to understand that. I used to enjoy it. I want that back.”

  He grinned at me. “I love how fierce you are, but there is a nicer way to ask for what you want, little one.” He sighed as though he was very put-upon. “I thought we had just finished that lesson. Will you ever learn to be a good little sub?”

  I giggled and slapped his chest playfully. “Probably not.”

  He did his best to arrange his features into a forbidding mask, but he wasn’t fully successful in concealing his amusement. I shrugged. “Well, that’s the truth. I’m not allowed to lie to you, Master. See? I can follow orders.”

  The corners of his lips twitched. “You seem to be under the impression that you can follow orders selectively. The choice is yours, of course. You can choose to be good, or you can choose to be punished for disobedience.” It was his turn to shrug. “I’ll enjoy myself either way.”

  Temptation tugged at my gut. I had enjoyed all of the punishments Master had meted out thus far. They had all involved mind-melting orgasms. But the taunting light in his eyes told me my next punishment wouldn’t be so pleasant now that pain was back on the table. There was a difference between pain administered for my pleasure and pain wielded as a reprimand.

  “Sorry, Master. I’ll be good.” I shot him a sly smile. “For now.”

  His hard expression finally cracked, and the sight of his dimple deepening in his cheek made my heart give a funny little flutter. God, he was gorgeous when he smiled.

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.” He brushed a kiss across my lips, communicating his pleasure with my irrepressible impertinence. I sighed into him happily, elated that the resurfacing of my defiant side only seemed to further endear me to him. He had been fascinated with me when I was in my unquestioning slave mindset, but he loved my true personality. He loved me.

  Decadence was eerily silent when we entered the club that evening. Our footfalls echoed loudly throughout the bar area with no pulsing music to swallow the sound. Smith tucked the key he had used to get us into the club back into his pocket.

  “Why are we here?” I couldn’t keep the nervous quaver from my voice. “It’s closed.”

  “The owner is in the process of re-applying for all of his operations licenses. The club was shut down after the drugs bust. I agreed to help make the process smother for him if he loaned me the space for the night.”

  Smith’s arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my body up against his. “I know this is scary, Lydia, but I want to replace your ugly memories. You said you want to take the pain aspects of BDSM back, and I want to give that to you. We’re going to face it head on, sweetheart. Your safe word
is ‘red.’ Say it, and we’ll walk out of here right now.”

  His eyes were like twin moons in the night sky: calming and peaceful, yet powerful enough to control the ocean’s waves.

  “I don’t want to use a safe word,” I said softly.

  He smiled as his thumb brushed across the stubborn set of my chin.

  “That’s my brave girl,” he said proudly.

  After kissing me swiftly on the lips, he led me deeper into the club, towards the theme rooms in the back. He watched me carefully as he opened the door to the room at the end of the hall.

  A chill swept over my skin when he flipped on the light, and I froze in the threshold. The room was far too familiar. It held a St. Andrew’s Cross, a spanking bench, and a bondage table. Chains hung from the ceiling. Although the walls were a grey stone façade rather than concrete, they gave the same oppressive sense of impenetrability.

  No one would hear me scream. There would be no hope for rescue, for escape.

  I didn’t even realize I was backing up until Master’s hand ensnared my wrist, stopping me short. Reflexively, I jerked against his hold, but he resolutely pulled me into him, caging me in his strong arms.

  “It’s me, sweetheart. I’m right here with you.” He cupped my chin, lifting my gaze to his. “Breathe.”

  I drew in a shaky breath and nodded. Master would help me through this, just like he had helped me get through all of the seemingly insurmountable challenges I had faced since he had found me in this club. I had been a wasted, shattered wreck, but he had taken me in and forced me back together. Master would never do anything to harm me. Even if he did give me pain, it would only be meant to help me.

  “I trust you, Master. I love you.”

  “I love you too, little one.”

  He set his gear bag down and led me to the center of the room, never releasing me from his calming gaze as we walked. When he was satisfied with where I was positioned, he pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was soft, coaxing, as his hands found the hem of my dress and eased it up over my body. All of his movements were careful and controlled, yet fluid. His easy grace was hypnotic. I allowed myself to sink into him, surrendering to his touch, his will.