Knight

by Kristen Ashley

  His head came up and he looked at me, his face mildly perplexed. “Uh, you are, babe.”

  “No, I mean…” I whispered, trailing off and also trailing a hand along the smooth skin and hard muscle of his back to demonstrate.

  I watched Knight’s face clear, his eyes get soft and his voice was softer when he said, “Yeah, baby, unless I tell you what to do or not to do, do whatever the fuck you wanna do.”

  “Okay,” I said on a smile then both my hands went on a voyage a discovery. With what they discovered, I decided instantly to become a dedicated explorer, spending hours, days, weeks, years, if Knight gave that to me, to discover ever centimeter.

  “And speakin’ of what not to do,” Knight started and I didn’t stop exploring but I stopped focusing on the sensations his skin under my hands caused in me and focused on his face. “My tees, no. You crawl into my bed, you do it naked or you bring over some of your cute short-shorts and camis and I’ll get you shit I like that you can wear. You can wear my tees around the house after I take you, my shirts if you want but you do that, you do it without underwear. But you don’t sleep in them. And if you’re not in your short-shorts, you don’t sleep with underwear either. You with me?”

  That wouldn’t be hard so I nodded.

  Knight kept commanding.

  “And that cunt you gave me, I’m gonna want it regularly. Not just Saturday nights and when you can fit me in Sundays. What you’re doin’ means somethin’ to you so we’ll work around it. But you got the remote for the gate, I’ll give you a set of keys. I’ll be at work but you’ll be in my bed. Come prepared and you tell me what’s better for you. The nights after class or the nights after clients?”

  “Either,” I answered. “I’m used to my schedule, honey. So whatever you want.”

  His eyes changed in a way I liked and more of his weight settled into me as he murmured, “Whatever I want.”

  Oh boy.

  What did I do?

  “Knight –” I started but his eyes locked on mine.

  “Whatever I want includes you givin’ me your security code and a set of your keys. I want you in satin, I text you, you get your ass here. I want a switch up, when I’m done, I come to you. Yeah?”

  I thought about this and I did it quickly since Knight seemed to like decisiveness.

  Then I thought, Yeah.

  So I said, “Yeah.”

  “Good,” he muttered then asked, “You hungry?”

  I grinned. “Yeah.”

  “Can you cook?”

  Cooking for Knight in his kickass black kitchen.

  Okay, I liked that.

  My grin became a smile and I repeated, “Yeah.”

  Knight grinned back, right there, my body wrapped around his and he ordered, “Then get your ass out of my bed, back in my tee, no panties and make me breakfast.”

  Right, call me crazy, you could even call me a freak, I didn’t care.

  Evidence was suggesting I liked bossy.

  So I whispered, “Okay.”

  Knight liked it that I liked bossy. I knew that when, at my word, I saw his grin become a gorgeous smile and he dipped his head and kissed me. It was wet, it was long but it was not demanding.

  It was all sweet.

  And boy, I liked that too.

  Then he lifted his head, slid his nose along mine and whispered, “Right, baby, feed me.”

  Then he rolled off me.

  I rolled the other way, pulled on his shirt, tossed him and the long length of his hard body a smile over my shoulder and I walked to his kitchen.

  * * * * *

  I was walking out of my bathroom after putting away the last bits and bobs of my nail stuff when I heard a key in the door.

  I had made Knight breakfast and this unfortunately alerted me to the time since it was displayed on his oven and microwave and that alerted me to the fact I didn’t have much of it. When he wandered out in jeans and no tee, I informed him of this even though Knight Sebring in jeans and no tee was worth losing two clients. Definitely.

  So I didn’t get to go whole hog with something splendiferous that showed my culinary flair (not to be conceited, but I was a really good cook). It was toast and jelly (for me) and a toasted bagel and cream cheese (for Knight) then he put on a tee and boots, I put on my dress and shoes and he put me in his kickass car and took me home.

  He followed me up and as he did a walkthrough, once he walked through the kitchen, I went to it and got him a set of keys. I gave them to him with the code then he kissed me (a sweet one again) and asked me when I was done.

  I told him, he kissed me again (this one a short one, unfortunately) and he left.

  I jumped in the shower, took a quick one, set up my nail stuff at the same time getting dressed and doing as much hair and makeup as I could in the time I had since Knight was coming back. Then my client came, the next one came close to the end of when the first was done, the first one left, the second one left and now was, well… now.

  Knight’s key in the lock.

  The door opened and he came through, the handles of a paper Wild Oats bag in one hand.

  I liked that, him walking into my space.

  I liked it a lot.

  “Hey,” I called on a smile.

  “Three hours, five hours, five days, babe,” he answered, standing just inside the door he closed.

  I blinked at his words then I remembered and walked to him.

  Putting a hand to his abs, curling the other around his neck and getting up on my bare toes, I pressed my mouth to his.

  This time, he didn’t take over. This time, he made me do the work.

  So I did it and it was my tongue sweeping into his mouth, exploring, discovering, plundering.

  Oh my.

  He tasted good.

  Lovely.

  I got into it, both my arms sliding around to hold on tight, one at his neck, one at his back, so I could press my body deep into his. Then Knight got into it, the bag fell to the floor and one of his arms locked hard around me, the other hand drove into my hair, fisted and he took over.

  Even I knew my kiss was good.

  Knight’s was better.

  When he let my mouth go, he whispered, “Mark this, that’s how I like it, Anya. Exactly.”

  I got an A and I didn’t even study.

  I grinned and whispered back, “Consider it marked, Knight.”

  He grinned back and gave me a squeeze. Then he let me go, retrieved the bag and walked to my kitchen.

  “And in the bag is…?” I asked, trailing off my words as I trailed him to the kitchen.

  “A guarantee you’ll keep that ass, those tits and that Buddha belly,” he answered, dumping it on my counter.

  God, how on earth did I find a man like this man who was so darned into me? Just me. Exactly me

  I didn’t give it too much headspace. I just smiled a smile that said precisely how happy this made me and his head turned from the bag to me. Then I watched as his body went completely still and he stared at me.

  I noticed as it was impossible to miss, my smile faded and I asked, “Are you okay?”

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  My brows drew together.

  “Knight? Are you okay?”

  He was staring at me but I realized he wasn’t seeing me, he was miles away, when he focused on me. And his focus was so extreme it was a physical thing, enveloping me.

  No, ensnaring me.

  “You like how I did you this morning?” he asked and it was rapped out, abrupt, sharp and all that after the easy we were sharing was shocking.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  And just when I thought I had him figured out, I was back to confused at all things Knight Sebring.

  “You want more?” he asked and I felt my body start trembling.

  “Yes,” I answered hesitantly.

  “You gonna give it up, take what I give, however I give it, however you get it?”

  My hand went out and curled around the edge of th
e counter but my head nodded.

  “You earn it, you prepared to accept punishment?”

  “Knight,” I whispered.

  “Answer me.”

  Oh God.

  “Yes,” I said softly.

  “The clothes, the shoes, the phone, my place, a car comin’ to get you, my club, you into that?”

  “Yes,” I repeated softly.

  “That goes away, you still into me?”

  “Knight, what’s this about?”

  “I asked you a question, Anya.”

  Okay, now I was getting angry.

  So it was snapped when I replied, “I’ve got clothes and I almost had the money for a phone and I’m not destitute so I can pay the cover charge, even at your club, which, by the way, is definitely the coolest club in Denver but still the cover charge is extortionate. So yes, Knight. That goes away, I’m still into you.”

  He stared at me.

  I kept getting angry and I did it fast until I just plain was.

  So I told him, “And by the way, what I said last night that you thought was uncool, you’re right. It was. But in my defense I said it as you were laying some pretty heavy stuff on me. And just so you know, what you just said to me was just as uncool. I returned the phone, Knight. And if you want it all back, except the phone which I’ve used but that too, and the stuff I wore last night, it’s all got its tags still. You can take it. Return it. Give it to someone in your smorgasbord. Whatever. Just don’t tell me and I’ll make it easy for you to do that because if you think I’m using you, I’ll be happy to stop making you think I’m doing that by going away.”

  “My smorgasbord?” he asked, brows rising.

  “Your smorgasbord of pussy at your club,” I explained, my face set so hard I could feel it.

  He studied me.

  Then he murmured, “My smorgasbord of pussy.”

  “Yeah.”

  “My smorgasbord of pussy,” he repeated, still murmuring.

  “Yeah!” I snapped somewhat loudly.

  Knight burst out laughing.

  I watched thinking he really looked good doing that. I was also thinking I wanted to find one of my frying pans and clock him with it. I was also thinking I just might cry. And, lastly, I was wishing my apartment was bigger so I could go somewhere, lock the door and throw a tantrum, scream, sob or all of the above.

  His laughter died down to a chuckle and he ordered, “Come here, babe.”

  “If I don’t, will you spank me?” I shot back.

  His face got serious and he replied shortly, “Yes.”

  Damn.

  I stomped to him.

  He turned to me, pulled me in his arms and held me close.

  Then he dipped his face close and asked quietly, “You been lookin’ into me?”

  “No,” I answered sharply. “Vivica has. And beware, Knight, she’s protective, crazy and as tenacious as you. She loves me. She knows everything about me. She wants me to have a good life and she does that in a way where I could swear she wants that more for me than she does for her own damned self. So her normal extreme curiosity, when it comes to my future happiness and those who might or might not be giving it to me, ratchets up to ludicrous. Though, that said, she’s already given you her seal of approval and since that seal isn’t a seal so much as a brand burned in so the scar never heals, I think you’re good. Unless you’re a terrorist which, she’s informed me, is the only reason why she’d stop loving you for me.”

  That was a lot, too much, but I still didn’t shut up, I was that angry.

  “Oh, and, if you don’t play me, she’s naming her first son after you.”

  That was when I shut up only to see Knight smiling white and blinding at me.

  Then he asked, “You done?”

  “Yes,” I clipped.

  “You wanna tell me why you’re so pissed?” he asked.

  “No, but you won’t let me not do it so I will in order to avoid Knight Hassle. No way, in my life, would I be able to afford a phone like you gave me. The dresses either. The shoes, any of it. I came home to those bags, Knight, and I didn’t think of returning it like the phone because I let you in. All I thought was never, never in my life, would I ever imagine myself standing in my living room with my couch I got for a steal because it was on sale and had a rip in the cushion, my yard sale coffee table, my dinette a friend gave me, and see strewn across it luxurious beauty that someone thought enough about me to give to me. My parents died when I was seven but they weren’t millionaires. Our life was good. It was loving. It was happy but I’d never been spoiled. You spoiled me and if it happened once or a hundred thousand times, I know I’d never get used to it because I never in my life expected it. Each time would be a treasure and that treasure would not be the stuff you gave me. It would be that you gave it to me. And, Knight, that’s because since my parents died, I learned not to expect anything. Life was going to be what I made it, what I worked for it to be, what I earned. So that moment was beautiful to me and you sullied it by intimating that I was using you and I’m pissed because feeling pissed is better than feeling hurt which is really what I feel.”

  His arm left my back so his hand could cup my jaw and his face came close as he whispered, “Baby.”

  Without delay, I snapped, “I don’t understand what’s between us or how I can behave or if I can even be mad but just so you know, right now, I don’t want you to be nice to me and I don’t want you touching me.”

  “Not gonna give you that, Anya,” he said gently.

  Figured.

  I looked away and blew out a sigh.

  “Babe, look at me.”

  I looked back, rethinking this situation because when I was pissed or hurt or whatever, I wanted to be able just to be me.

  “You, Anya, are a woman who needs a dog, a house with a white picket fence, one boy, one girl and a man who worships the ground you walk on, thanks God every night he was fuckin’ lucky enough to con you into lyin’ your head on the pillow beside his but still watches football on Sundays. You and me stay the course, you are never gonna get that from me.”

  I stared at him, again… freaking… confused.

  “Pardon?”

  “I tried to walk away, did it twice, so I could leave you to that destiny. Then you walk in my club in that fuckin’ dress. I knew you had no underwear on. I knew without seein’ that you walked in my club and every dick on every guy who caught sight of you started gettin’ hard seein’ you in that dress because you’re you but also because you had no fuckin’ underwear on. Then you were with Nick. And seein’ you sittin’ with him, lookin’ beautiful but scared outta your fuckin’ mind, I knew two things. One, I had to claim you and look after you before someone or a shitload of someones fucked you in their rabid pursuit of all that is you. And two, I had to claim you because I could not deny any longer how fuckin’ much I wanted you. You deserve that life with the dog and the white fence, babe. You deserve good and normal and clean. So when you walked into this kitchen and smiled at me bright like you’d never been so fuckin’ happy, I had to know if I gave you that or what I gave you gave you that. So I set about findin’ out. And knowin’ it’s me that gave you that, knowin’ you might be happy without the dog or that white fence, baby, that makes me happy.”

  “You’re not good and normal and clean?” I whispered.

  “No, Anya, I am not any of that. Someone fucks you, I got no problem drawin’ his blood, givin’ him pain, makin’ absolutely fuckin’ certain he’ll never do it again. I’ve already done it and I will not hesitate to do it again. I lay my head down at night, you might be tied to my bed spread-eagled next to me so if I get a taste for you in the middle of the night, I can put my mouth to you without waiting. I am not good. I am not normal. I am not clean. I fuckin’ love my life. But I got off way more than normally, tellin’ you what I want and watchin’ you mind me. You taste fuckin’ great. That cunt of yours feels even better. And lookin’ in your face when I come is even fuckin’ better. And all that
made my life a whole lot better. So you gotta know, you gave that to me, I own it but I never intend to be any of those things, good or normal or clean.”

  I was silent.

  I was also more than mildly turned on.

  Knight was silent too then he wasn’t anymore.

  “So, Anya, babe, I had to know it was me makin’ you happy. I asked. You shared. And that’s good. Because down the line I don’t want it sittin’ in my gut that I should have left you to good and normal and clean. I’m pleased as fuck you like what’s growin’ between us because, babe, seriously, I do too. And another thing, expect to be spoiled, baby, because I’m gonna work on that too. You and yard sale coffee tables are a thing of the fuckin’ past.”

  Suddenly, I wasn’t breathing.

  I was also trembling.

  His thumb slid across my lips but stopped in the middle, pressed lightly and his face got so close, his vibrant eyes were all I could see.

  “And last, you call your girl off. I get what she’s doin’ for you. But I’ll let you know what you need to know about me when I’m ready for you to know it. I don’t like people lookin’ into me. I don’t like people askin’ about me. And I don’t like people knowin’ about me unless it’s me who puts them in the know. She’s your girl but I’ll warn you, I do not like all this enough that, she doesn’t stand down, it will be me makin’ it clear she’s gonna do that. First time, I’ll go gently. There has to be a second time, you mean somethin’ to me, she means somethin’ to you, but still I make no promises. You get me?”

  Oh boy. Time to have a serious sit down with Vivica.

  I didn’t say that.

  I didn’t say anything.

  I just nodded.

  “Do you understand to be with me you’re givin’ up good, normal and clean?”

  “I think so,” I whispered against his thumb and in the middle of me speaking, he swept it away. When I was done, he swept it back and his eyes watched as it pressed in then pulled down taking my lip with it. Then the pad of his thumb glided along my teeth. Automatically, they separated, his tongue slide between them and the pad touched my tongue. Again automatically, my lips closed around his thumb and my tongue stroked it.

  I watched his pupils dilate and his thumb pressed down on my tongue as he growled, “Fuck yeah, my baby gets me.”