Deviant Knights (14 page)

“True enough.
 
But you should be able to tell me what you want.
 
What you like.
 
You need to find that daring woman inside
you, demand your right of passion.”

He captured her lips with his own, a seeking
kiss, full of fire and yearning.
 
His
fingers encased her wrists once more and lifted them over her head with a
jerking motion.
 
The air was forced from
her lungs, need spiraling through her.
 
His mouth grazed over her, tasting the flesh of her cheek, her neck, her
collarbone.

His free hand gathered a breast, weighing
it.
 
Fingers found the tightly peaked
nipple and twisted it harshly, the pain perfectly measured.
 

Sitting up, he released her.

“No!
 
Don’t stop.”

He leaned in to kiss her.
 
“I’m not.
 
I just need to have two hands free to properly caress the beauty you
have.”

Leaning down, he pulled his belt from the loops
of his jeans lying on the floor.
 
He held
the leather in his hands and eyed her closely.
 
“Do you trust me?”

The question of trust had been running through
their days and nights.
 
Both men held her
at arm’s length, unsure of her.
 
And now,
Gabriel wanted her to give him her trust.
 
Was this more that he still didn’t trust her, or was he only following
his instinct and her response?

Of either man, Gabriel had been softer toward
her.
 
Michel had a wall erected that
coldness wafted from.
 
She hated Michel’s
indifference, especially when his body reacted to her.
 

She wanted to forget the cold look in his eyes
when Michel had called her his enemy.
 
The pain he’d given her in that moment had made her sick, her stomach
turning at his dislike.
 
He’d made her
feel insignificant in that moment, a coldness filling her to buffer the hateful
words. She didn’t want to feel cold.

She wanted to be wanted.

Gabriel was willing to make her forget it
all.
 
He’d still shown her compassion,
even when he questioned what she was.
 
Tonight, he had no idea if she were evil or not and he sought her touch.
 
He’d lovingly cared for her and put her in
bed, cuddled her and held her safe against the night.

 
She knew
inherently that she could trust him.
 
No
matter the doubts, the warnings.
 
She
needed to show Gabriel what it meant to open up, without knowing for certain
the outcome.
 
Perhaps by pulling down her
barriers, he could relax and some of his would crumble.

Nodding her head, she watched as he wound the
thin leather around her wrists and then tied her to the heavy oak of the
headboard.
 
Testing it, he pulled on the
tether, and then slowly slid his fingers down her arms before grasping both
sides of her face.

His lips began to descend to hers.
 
Capturing her in his kiss, she felt her blood
spike.
 
Heartbeat thrashing in her ears,
she tugged at the bonds around her hands, wanting to touch him.
 
Needing to touch him.
  
Aroused at the binding, the submission to
his will.

He saddled himself between her legs, pushing her
thighs wide to make room for his hips.
 
His hardened cock pressed against her sex.
 
Her hips jerked in response to the intimate touch.
 
The head slipped through her folds, already
wet and waiting for his entry.
 
She
thrust her hips forward, needing to feel the hot brand of his shaft inside
her.
 
Needing to feel
the hot brand of him, burning away the pain of the past few days.

Ultimately, she knew his touches and caresses could
only hold back the hurt for mere moments.
 
It wasn’t real.
 
Another night of
illusion provided by these males, just like the night they’d met.
 
Tomorrow she would awaken and feel it all,
potentially to an even higher degree.
 
But tonight, she just needed it hot and dirty, rough sex to wear out her
mind and body and make her forget all the things that had happened since that
first fateful night.

“
Querida
, you’re so
ripe, so ready.
 
I want so badly to slide
into your heat.
 
But I must taste you
first.”

He’d tasted her on the train the day before,
halting before he’d gotten his own satisfaction, and now he sought to please
her again.
 
He was overdue for his
own.
 
Gabriel’s head started a slow
descent, stopping to graze along her collarbone.
 
After planting a few kisses, his lips slid
down to her breasts.
 
He softly bit the
top slope of the first globe and then the other.
 
His tongue snaked out to cover a nipple
before pulling the hardening tip into his mouth.

Her back arched at the sensation of his blazing mouth,
liquid fire coursing through her veins.
 
Currents zipped through her, all centering at the core of her.
 
Her clit began to throb in time with her
rapid heartbeat, the need for him to move even lower immediate.
 
But he languished at her breasts, kissing and
biting the sensitive flesh over and over until she was breathless with desire.

His fingers trailed down her abdomen and slid
through the thin patch of hair that had grown to cover her mound.
 
“Do you need me to kiss you here,
querida
?”

“
Yesssss
,” she hissed
out on a low breath.

His fingers avoided her sex, sliding along the
seam where her leg met her pussy and out to the inner thigh.
 
“Or perhaps, here?”

His taunting was emphasized when he pulled the
tight bud of her nipple into his mouth, suckling hard as his fingers drew small
circles on her leg, slowly closing in on her cunt, but never touching her
there.

“Please…”

“Please, what,
querida
?”

Her head rolled back and forth, not knowing how
to express what it was
she wanted, she needed
.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,
Kadence
.
 
Instruct me
on what pleases you.
 
Find that lusty
wanton I first met.”

Her eyes caught his as he leaned forward once
again, pulling the other nipple between his lips.
 
Short breaths came from between her dry
lips.
 
She licked them, and enjoyed the
moment of lust that sailed across Gabriel’s face, clearly visible in the bright
moonlight.

It was in that moment that she realized that
hands bound or no, she was in as much control as she wanted.
 
All she had to do was
play
the harlot and drive him as insane as he was driving her.

Bucking her hips to the side, she forced his
fingers to graze her folds and inwardly smiled at the look that appeared on
Gabriel’s face.

“You think to assert yourself, do you,
Kadence
?
 
I think I
will have to show you who the master truly is.
 
Ah,
querida
, you are so lovely in the light of
the moon.
 
Your soft, pale skin
glows.
 
I believe it needs to redden in
desire.”

He rolled her over, her wrists crossing as he
did it, and brought her to her knees.
 
A
loud clap echoed in the room, his hand connecting with her buttocks.
 
She stifled a cry as the skin tingled, heat
blooming in the muscle.

Another swat caught her other side and she
inhaled a deep breath at the sensation.
 
She raised her bottom into the air further, the delicious pain of the
sensation better than she’d ever imagined it could be.
 
Never having found pleasure in the thought of
being spanked, she was almost as much surprised as she was titillated.

Pain and sex had never mixed in her life.
 
Her lovers had always been tender.
 
Too tender.
 
All her lovers had been missionary men, in
that they only seemed to know that one position.
 
She’d wanted wild and crazy, but was too
afraid to ask.
 
Afraid she would look
like a slut.

After all they’d experienced, she knew Gabriel
was pushing her into unknown territory.
 
He was forcing her to experience new pleasures.
 
Forcing her to see what she wanted and demand
it.
 
As overwhelming as the sensation
was, she needed the uncontrollable desire to flood her, to push away the
self-doubt and self-consciousness.
 
She
was a woman who needed.
 
And she had
found a man who could provide the satisfaction she required.

Pushing her ass higher into the air, she grit
her teeth as the next swat caught her off-guard.
 
The sting rippled through her rear, the heat
to her buttocks making her focus all her attention to that one spot.
 
The ache between her legs amplified, the
throbbing in her cunt was torturous.

With her hands bound, she couldn’t reach down to
ease the need.
 
She tugged at the
leather, trying to loosen its hold on her, her fingers itching to stroke the
wet flesh of her cunt.
 
The next slap
centered on that particular spot, the thickened folds that surrounded her
channel.
 
Her ass so high in the air, her
back arched in supplication, her sex was bare to him and his hands.
 
She cried out as he dropped another to the
wet lips, the pleasure-pain riding the razor’s edge.

The next volley returned to her ass, now burning
with pain.
 
Her mind was frenzied, no
thoughts passed through except in regard to the torture he delivered.
 
When his lips replaced his palms, laving over
the abused skin, she jerked, not prepared for the tenderness.
 
His mouth and tongue moved over the reddened
globes, easing the fire he’d created.

When his lips moved to her pussy, she felt tears
well in her eyes from the pure delight of it.
 
She’d never felt such need.
 
His
mouth kissed the folds, licking through the cream she’d already shed for him.

“You taste so good,
querida
.
 
I could lap at you all night long.”

Her moan escaped her lips as his hands grasped
her hips to steady her.
 
She needed to
buck against his flaming mouth, to push him to where she needed him most.
 
He avoided her clit, slowly sampling her
pussy in languid strokes.
 

His mouth finally surrounded her nub and she
immediately exploded, crying out into the pillow at her face.
 
Quivering all over, her muscles trembled from
the rush.

“Ah, so responsive.
 
What will you do once I have
my cock in you, little one?”
 

“Hurry and find out, Gabriel.”

“Slow and steady wins the race.”

“I’ll die before you finally get there.
 
Fuck me, Gabriel.”

His chuckle was muffled as he licked her folds
once more.
 
Soon after, he flipped her
onto her back and spread her thighs wide.
 
On his knees between her splayed legs, two fingers of his right hand
slid from her ankle to her inner thigh, his eyes narrowed to their motion.
 
Her hips bucked at the end of the trip, but
he avoided her once more.

The other hand mirrored the first, slower this
time.
 
She wanted his hands, his cock,
anything to touch her pussy, to drag the next orgasm from her.

Instead, he reached forward and pinched both
nipples, slapping them afterwards.
 
The
bite of pain hit her again and she shuddered from the sensation.
 
His murmured chuckle
enflamed her.
 
She needed and he
tortured her, taunting her with her own hunger.

“Give me what I want, or stop tormenting me.”

“You, my beauty, are not in control here.
 
You gave your will to me.”

“I need…”

“What do you need?”

“Your cock.
 
Inside
me.”

“Oh, so now you’ve found your voice, have you,
querida
?”
 
His low
chuckle sounded again.
 
“I suppose I
should reward that,
heh
?”