Knight 01 Knight And Play (13 page)

“Do you like it?”

Sophie found she couldn’t breathe as easily as usual.

“Yes.”

“I’m imagining you using it on yourself right now.”

Dear God.
Sophie swallowed, because she’d been imagining the same thing.
             

“Yes.”

“Naughty Sophie. You’re at work.”

Sophie nodded, more to herself than him.

“If I came in there right now and slipped my hand up your skirt, I think you’d be wet and ready for me.”

Sophie froze with her fingers above the keyboard. She couldn’t think of a single word to type in response. She heard his low, dirty laugh and had to fight the urge to go through there right now and straddle him at his desk.

He continued the exchange without waiting for her to respond.

“Hold that thought for later and watch the rest of the video.”

She wanted to lay her head on the desk and cry with frustration.

“Yes, Mr. Knight.”

“And Sophie? Remember. Three things. Make a list. I’m going to make you come harder than Jeannie and more times than you can count.

A little after five, Sophie heard Lucien’s office door open. He’d been downstairs in a meeting for most of the afternoon, leaving her free to tussle with her conscience and watch the video as instructed and construct her list of three items.

She’d squirmed her way through most of it, shocked at times, horrified occasionally, but more than anything else she was turned on and desperate for Lucien.

She smiled tensely as he appeared around her doorway.

“Good meeting?”

He shrugged. “I got what I wanted, so yes.”

Sophie drew in a deep breath. It seemed that this man always got what he wanted, in business and in pleasure.

“Have you made your list?”

Sophie automatically glanced down at the scrap of paper on her desk. She had indeed made the list he’d requested, but not without considerable discomfort. Just writing the words had made her blush. Lucien’s gaze followed hers, and he crossed the room and picked the piece of paper up. He scanned it in silence for what felt to Sophie like at least three hours.

“Interesting choices, Ms. Black. A little tame in places, but we can work on that.” He unfastened the top button on his shirt and ran a finger around the collar. For one shocking - no, thrilling - second Sophie thought he was going to start working on it right there and then, but he turned away and headed for the door.

“Finish up, Sophie. We’re leaving.”

Sophie glanced at Lucien’s profile as he drove. He handled the car with the same mastery with which he managed everything else in his life, and it responded to his touch like a rapt lover. She had no clue where they were headed, but she was relieved from the direction he’d taken that it wasn’t the club again.

She could ask him, of course, but it didn’t matter really, because she’d made the decision to give herself over to him completely until Sunday. There was a certain freedom in following his lead; freedom from responsibility, the surrender of all conscious decision.

They were out in open countryside now, which surprised her. Lucien was such a creature of the metropolis, he belonged in the dark, throbbing glass and metal heart of the city. He looked out of place here amongst rolling fields and lush hedgerows.

He turned sharply along an unmarked road and a pair of black iron gates swung silently open to allow them access. 

It was a stark contrast to last night when he’d dropped her home in her suburban cul-de-sac. He steered along the sweeping driveway, and as the car rounded the bend, Sophie caught her first glimpse of what had to be his home. The location had lulled her into expecting a country house, so the breathtaking front wall of Lucien’s thoroughly modern country pad was a revelation. An architect’s wet dream of juxtaposed angles and sheet glass, it was more of a sculpture than a home.

“Wow.”

He turned to look at her as the engine idled whilst he waited for the garage door to slide silently upwards. 

“Not what you were expecting?”

“No… actually, it’s just what I was expecting, but in an unexpected place.”

He slid the car inside the garage and climbed out.

“Out here, no one can hear you scream, Ms. Black.”

Sophie got out of the passenger side and eyed him across the roof of the Aston Martin. She wasn’t frightened. For some reason she knew she could trust him. She would never have come here if she wasn’t utterly sure that she would be safe. He would protect her, not harm her.

He was right about one thing, though. There was every chance he was going to make her scream.

Sophie followed Lucien into the house and found herself in a huge, sunken lounge, which, from the angles of the windows, appeared to be cut into the hillside. Lush, warm wood tones complemented the oversized mink velvet couches. Classy and understated with huge rugs and sleek furniture, it screamed sexy urbanity, with its theatrical mood lighting and floor to ceiling glass. All very in keeping with the man who stood beside her.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a few seconds.”

He stroked a hand down the zip that ran the length of her spine as he spoke, making her shiver with anticipation. She’d chosen today’s outfit with care, knowing that she was going to him with the intention of staying.

Kara’s royal blue dress fitted her snugly around the bodice, its three quarter sleeves a demure contrast with its scooped neckline. The skirt flared around her thighs and ended just above her knees, and she’d opted for high heels, bare legs and her favourite French navy lace underwear. It felt flirtatious, a deliberate decision to signify her intent to Lucien, and a reminder to herself - if she needed one - not to back out.

Left momentarily to her own devices, she glanced around the room for traces of the real Lucien. There was nothing. No photographs, no knick-knacks, no tell-tale little giveaways. It could have been anyone’s home, apart from the fact that it somehow sung out his name from its very bricks and mortar.

He sauntered back into the room, having changed from his dark work clothes into battered jeans and nothing else. Sophie closed her eyes and sucked in her breath. He really was beautiful, all broad golden shoulders and hard, lean muscle. He was barefoot, and Sophie knew without needing to check that there would be no underwear beneath those jeans.

Lucien placed three items on the coffee table with deliberate care, glancing up at her between each one to gauge her reaction. As soon as the first item appeared, Sophie’s pulse skittered, because she knew exactly what to expect next.

A black silk blindfold.

A glass dildo, more shimmering art than sex toy.

And last of all, a heavy silver acorn-shaped butt plug on a rocking stand.

“Your list, I believe, Ms. Black.”

Sophie looked at the items.
Had she really chosen a butt plug?
Jeannie had seemed to love it, and Sophie had been too lathered up thinking about Lucien to consider fully the reality of him working it into her own backside.

Lucien crossed the room to stand behind her, and seconds later Sophie felt his fingers slide her zip down in one fluid movement.

“You need to relax, Sophie.”

He let the dress slip to the floor, leaving her standing in only her underwear and high heels. How could she possibly relax in this state? He’d deliberately pushed her buttons all afternoon, no doubt knowing that she would be putty in his hands by the time he got her here. He turned her in his arms, and she found her stomach against the warm, hard silk of his.

His hands slid into her hair as he drew her face up to his, tilting her mouth to take his kiss. His lips went from gentle to insistent to a full on sensual assault in seconds, leaving her reeling when he lifted his head. His eyes burned into hers and his hands stole up to pull her bra cups down. He pinched her nipples into hard nubs.

“See? Isn’t that better?”

Frankly, Sophie wasn’t sure she felt any more relaxed, but she didn’t want him to stop, so she pushed her arms together and reached down to massage Lucien's crotch. She looked down at her cleavage, her exposed pink nipples erect and begging for his attention. Lucien eyes closed momentarily as her hands circled his erection, then snap
ped open and locked with hers.
He rocked his denim-clad cock forward into her hands.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand up,” he said softly.

Excitement pooled between Sophie’s legs as she popped the top button of his jeans. Lucien shook his head and stepped away. “But not yet.”

He picked up the blindfold from the table.

“I’m guessing this was the first thing you picked.”

Sophie nodded and swallowed hard.

“Because you thought it was the safest choice.” It was a statement rather than a question.

She lifted one shoulder, unable to argue, because he was right. It had felt like the tamest choice compared to most of the items she’d seen that afternoon.

“You didn’t think this through at all, Princess,” he murmured as he stepped in front of her again. “Blindfolds are all about control. Or loss of it.” He placed the black silk over her eyes and tied it lightly behind her head. Sophie closed her eyes behind the material, disoriented by the darkness. She could hear Lucien moving, but couldn’t get a fix on where he was without her vision to help her.

“Lucien, please. I don’t think I’m ready yet…” she murmured, anxiety spiking through her body. She wanted to reach up and adjust her bra. And then she didn’t want to, because his hot mouth fastened around one nipple and sucked, and his fingers rolled the other hard tip. The shock of not realising he’d been so close made her cry out, and a bolt of lust slashed suddenly through her insides.

She reached out for him, but he caught her arms and put them back at her sides. “When you’re blindfolded, you don’t touch me unless I say so.”

What?
Dan had never been a dominant lover, and Lucien’s authority thrilled her far more than she liked to admit.

“This is how it has to be when you’re blindfolded, Sophie.” He whispered, behind her now, and he pushed his hand unexpectedly down the front of her knickers.

“Fuck, Lucien!” Sophie gasped, beyond turned on by his erotic game.

“That’s not very polite, is it, Ms. Black?” His fingers delved deeper until his hand cupped her sex. “The second rule of being blindfolded,” he whispered as he parted her and pushed two fingers inside her, “is that you must be polite at all times.”

Sophie nodded. “Yes, Mr. Knight.” Christ, his fingers felt amazing. She couldn’t help but rock herself against him, and she yelped in shock when his other hand smacked her bottom really quite hard.

“Did I give you permission to enjoy it?”

Sophie couldn’t get her breath. When he’d smacked her it had forced his fingers deeper inside her, and all she could think was
do it again, do it again, do it again.
“No, Mr. Knight.”

“That’s better.” His hand fondled her bottom to soothe away the sting, then he eased his other hand out of her knickers. “I’m going to take the blindfold off for now. When I put it on again later, I want you to remember the rules. Can you do that, Sophie?”

Sophie nodded.

His palm slapped her bottom again. “Out loud, if you please, Ms. Black.”

Sophie deliberated for a second as he massaged her again.
Did she please?
If she didn’t say it out loud, it was becoming apparent that there would be consequences. It appeared that hesitation was another forbidden sin, because Lucien tutted under his breath with clear impatience. Sophie braced herself.

“You have much to learn, Princess.” His voice was silk against her ear as his palm stung the cheek of her bottom for a third time. Zings of pain and pleasure fired between Sophie’s legs. It felt wrong to want him to do it again, but every nerve in her body screamed out for more.

She almost grumbled out loud in frustration when his fingers slipped the knot on the blindfold open. Sophie blinked as her eyes readjusted to the light, and her body mourned the loss of his touch.

When she turned around, she saw Lucien standing with his arms folded across his bare chest and the gleam of triumph in his eyes.

“It would seem that blindfolds aren’t quite as innocent as you thought, Sophie.”

“I don’t think there were any innocent choices on that video, Lucien.”

“Maybe not. Take your bra off.”

“Lucien…” Embarrassed, Sophie looked down at her half exposed breasts, wanting to pull the material back into place rather than take it off. He reached out and pulled her against him, shockingly warm, skin to skin, his evident erection hard against her stomach.

He looked down at her. “You feel what you do to me?”

He traced a slow finger from one puckered nipple to the other, then reached behind her and unclipped her bra. The material fell away, leaving Sophie almost naked and vulnerable in his arms. He dipped his head to claim her mouth, his lips warm and gentle on hers. Slow. Sensual.