Knight (An Impossible Novel) (17 page)

“Please, Master,” my voice was a hoarse croak.  “I can’t take anymore.”

His lips left me only long enough for him to issue his command.  “You can and you will.  Your pleasure is mine, and I fully intend to feast on it.”

Something between a moan and a sob ripped its way up my throat as his torment resumed.  How could something so wonderful be so torturous?  And how could that torture be so rapturous?

I lost track of the number of times he wrung ecstasy from me.  He didn’t relent until my body had stopped trying to fight him.  All of my muscles went limp from exhaustion, incapable of doing anything more than trembling as raw, incoherent sounds issued from my lips.

His fingers entered me abruptly, easily sliding between my swollen folds.  I was soaking wet and ready to receive him.  He growled his pleasure and quickly retrieved a condom from the nightstand beside the bed.  I stared up at him, and I was amazed to see that his fingers shook slightly as he quickly rolled it on.  Despite the fact that my body had been utterly spent only
moments before, my sex throbbed, desperate to accept him.  I had craved for him to mark me for so long.

He settled his body over me, his palms pressing against my own as our fingers twined together.  He crushed his lips against mine and drank me in like a man dying of thirst.  As soon as his mouth touched mine, he drove into me with one jarring thrust.  He swallowed my cry of pleasure/pain.  His size stretched me ruthlessly, demanding that I accept all of him.

He took me with the ferocity that I loved so much, the primal side of him that had been denied for far too long taking over completely.  His strokes were rough, almost frenzied.  All of the careful control he had exhibited while he toyed with my body had been obliterated.  He altered the angle of his thrusts, and the head of his cock hit a secret spot inside of me that I had forgotten existed.

“I want one more,” he ground out.  “Come for me, girl.”

I had no option but to obey.  I would give him anything he asked of me.  My muscles fluttered around him as my ragged cry clawed its way up my throat.  He pulsed within me, his own harsh shout drowning out the sound of my bliss.  The world fell away as his pleasure washed through me, and I was possessed by a sense of completion I had never known before.  We were joined inextricably now; Master had finally claimed me as fully as I had devoted myself to him long ago.

My mouth blindly searched for his, and I sighed into him when his lips softly caressed mine.  His weight pressed down on me as he collapsed atop me, sated and spent.  All of my muscles were limp and useless, but I managed to keep my fingers wound tightly though his.  I would never let him go.

Chapter 14

Master held me for a long time after freeing me from the restraints.  He ran his hands over my skin and tenderly kissed my cheeks, my nose, my eyelids, my lips.  It felt as though he was worshipping me with a fervor that equaled my reverence for him.

“Thank you, Master,” I whispered hoarsely when I finally found my voice again.

His fingertips traced the line of my cheekbone as he stared down at me, his lips quirked up in amusement.  “It was my pleasure, sweetheart.”

I didn’t fail to catch the deeper meaning of his words.  He wasn’t just sardonically utilizing the social nicety.  My pleasure
was
his
pleasure.  He owned my body, and the bliss that he gave me belonged to him.

“I’ve never…”  The words caught in my throat as emotion welled up within me.  I was elated by what he had given me; he had returned the pleasures of my body that had been robbed from me.  He had returned them a dozen times over.  But the reminder of what I had lost for so long filled me with grief.  I swallowed hard, forcing myself to continue, to express just how much Master meant to me.  “I’ve never felt anything like that.  I forgot what -”

He pressed his lips to mine, silencing me.  He kissed me thoroughly, sweetly, driving away the sorrow that threatened to grip me.  I sighed into him, relaxing.  The past didn’t matter.  Master would care for me from now on, and he would help me to remember everything I had forgotten about carnal pleasure.  I suspected he would teach me far more than I had ever known.  I eagerly anticipated his lessons.

After a while, Master gently pulled away from me.  “It’s time for you to eat.  We’ve got to replenish those calories you just burned off.”

I grinned, pleased that Master was joking about our coupling rather than returning to his earlier broodiness over his desire to touch me.

Stretching, he pulled himself up into a sitting position.  For the first time, I could see his bare back.  For days I had marveled at its defined musculature that had been hinted at through his tight t-shirts, but now I was absolutely transfixed.

A black tattoo covered his entire back, starting at the base of his spine.  Long, curling tendrils expanded from it as it spread upward over his shoulder blades.  It resembled a stylized rendering of a willow tree in winter, its thin, curved branches stripped bare by the bitter elements.  Drawn to its harsh, hypnotic beauty, my fingertips brushed along it, tracing the broad black line that extended all the way up his spine.  He shuddered at my touch.

“What’s this?”  I asked softly. 
“A tree?”

His shoulders stiffened.  “It’s a reminder.”

“A reminder of what?”

“A fuckup,” he responded shortly.

I withdrew my fingers, nervous I had pushed too far.  This was something private, something painful.  I longed for Master to share it with me, to allow me to help ease his pain as he had helped me ease mine.

He blew out a long breath, twisting his body so that he was facing me.  “It’s the Tree of Knowledge.”

“You’re religious?”  I asked, curious.

“Not particularly,” he admitted.  “The tree of knowledge represents the inseparable nature of good and evil and the birth of free will.  Good and evil live inside all of us, and our choices have the power to manifest either one or the other.  The tattoo is a reminder of a time I chose wrong.”  He paused for a beat, his gaze turned inward.  “But it’s also a reminder that I can choose differently.  I
can choose the good in myself.”

For several long moments, I could only stare at him.  Master had just revealed more of himself to me than he ever had before.  During our time together, I had slowly learned his likes and dislikes, had gotten a general sense of his nature.  But this was something deeper.  This was the root of
who he was, the philosophy that drove his every action.  I craved to know more.  What terrible mistake had he made in the past?  I wanted to know all of him, body and soul. I bit my lip, uncertain if I should question him further.

My moment of opportunity passed before I could work up the courage to press him for more information.  His hands closed around my waist, and he pulled me up against him.  I melted into him, allowing my lips to comfort him in a way my words couldn’t accomplish.  This would be enough for now.  Master had claimed me, and I had forever to learn his secrets, to earn his trust as completely as he had earned mine.

Our bodies hardly broke contact that evening.  Now that our long-denied hunger for one another had finally been fulfilled, neither of us was willing to stop touching the other.  He dressed me in one of his huge t-shirts, and he wore nothing but his boxers.  I was thrilled that he kept his body exposed to my greedy eyes.

For the first time, we went to his bed for the night.  The iron structure that had briefly elicited the most horrific memories was now a thing of beauty.  This was where Master had claimed me fully, had taken complete ownership of my body.  As he held me against his chest, I reached out to touch a cool link in the chain he had used to bind me.  I was no longer afraid of it
or the cuffs that had restrained me, but my mind flashed back to the more disturbing items I had discovered in Master’s drawer.

“Master…”  I began hesitantly.  He responded instantly to the hint of anxiety that colored my tone, turning my body so I was facing him.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” 

My mouth opened and closed as my mind struggled to find the right words. 

“Tell me.”

His command eased some of my nervousness.  “Earlier.  When I saw what was in your drawer.  Some of those things…”  I swallowed hard.  “Why do you have those?  I know you won’t hurt me. 
But…  Do you want to?”  My final words were barely audible.

His grip on me tightened, pulling me closer against his chest as he kissed the top of my head. 
“No, little one.  I might have lied about not wanting your body, but I would never lie about this.  I don’t want to hurt you.  Everything I have in those drawers is ultimately meant to bring pleasure.  I get off on control, not pain.  But some people want to receive pain in order to give up control.  None of those things will ever touch you, sweetheart.  I promise I will never hurt you.”

I touched my fingers to the silver chain that Master had placed around my throat.

“Thank you, Master,” I said earnestly.

His hand touched mine where it gripped the necklace, closing my fingers around it tightly.  He kissed me firmly, his tongue tangling with mine, taming it.  I relaxed against him, welcoming his dominance.

He held me to him throughout the night, and I gloried in the fact that no clothes separated our skin.  I slept more peacefully than I could ever recall.

I awoke the following morning to the familiar sensation of Master’s cock nudging my ass.  A wicked smile spread over my lips when I realized that this time I wasn’t forbidden to touch it.

Twisting my body so it was facing his, I pressed my lips to his neck while I boldly stroked him.  I groaned at the silken feel of him, no longer separated from me by his clothing.  When he had taken me the day before, his cock had rubbed against my belly and ravaged my pussy, but I had yet to caress it with my hand.

His eyes snapped open, and he jerked away from me.  I reached for him insistently.

“It’s okay, Master,” I assured him, reminding him that he no longer had to resist touching me.

He grasped my wrist before I could make contact, stopping me short.  His expression was cool, one eyebrow arched.

“‘It’s okay’?”  He parroted my words a touch reprovingly.  “I believe I’m the one who determines what’s okay and what isn’t, girl.  And I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

“Oh,” I breathed, more aroused by his show of dominance than intimidated by his disapproval.  “I’m sorry, Master.”

He kissed the tip of my nose.  “You’re forgiven.  But we’re going to take a shower.”

“‘We’?”
  I asked huskily.

A wolfish grin was his response.  With that as my only warning, he scooped me up in his arms.  I squealed in shocked delight as he swung me up over his shoulder, his large hand gripping my ass as he carried me across the apartment in a fireman’s lift.  He only set me back down on my feet when he had turned on the shower and deemed it be the right temperature.

But the warmth of the water was nothing compared to the heat rolling off Master.  His cock was still rock hard, pressing into me where he held me against him.

“I want to sink my cock between your perfect lips.”

Master had given me so much pleasure.  What I had given him in return hadn’t been nearly sufficient.

“May I touch you, please, Master?”  I
asked, my lust evident in my low tone.

He grinned at me.  “Seeing as you asked so nicely, I can’t possibly refuse you.”

I beamed at him.  This was the way it was meant to be between us: beautifully simple, the two of us so at ease that we could be playful with one another.  No more tense uncertainty, no more painful denial.

Gripping his hips for support, I eased myself down onto my knees, sliding my water-slicked skin across his on the way down.  Tentatively, I stroked my forefinger along his cock, tracing the line of the vein that pulsed through it.  He hissed in a breath as it jerked in response.  I glanced up at him, and my breath hitched at the intensity of his expression.  His nostrils flared like a predator that had scented his prey, and his muscles were taut as he restrained himself from giving in to the instinct for pursuit, for capture.  His fists clenched at his sides as he resolutely kept his ferocity leashed, sensing that I would panic if he grabbed me and took my mouth as he wanted.

My lips parted, and I slowly opened for him, rubbing the underside of his cock with the flat of my tongue as I eased him into my mouth.  He was impressively large, but I had been taught how to accept all of a man.  My progress stilled as my mind flashed to the ruthless lessons that had taught me that.

Master’s hand touched the top of my head, calling me back to him.  When my gaze flicked up to his, he groaned at the sight of me staring up at him with his cock in my mouth.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he ground out, his voice tight from the effort of holding himself back.

I moaned around him as his words sent me flying as high as the orgasms he had given me.  Relaxing my throat, I welcomed him all the way in.

His iron control snapped, and his fingers fisted in my hair.  I clasped my hands together at the small of my back, offering full use of my mouth to him.  A fierce growl escaped him at the sight of my utter submission, and he tugged on my hair, directing my movements so I sucked him at the pace he desired.  With a grunt, he grasped either side of my head in his hands, holding me in place as he began to fuck my mouth.

I gave it to him eagerly, loving the way his will completely overwhelmed me.  He possessed my mouth, my entire body.  I couldn’t panic when he touched it in even the roughest manner, because it belonged to him to use as he pleased.  I trusted him not to hurt me.  The knowledge that he could do whatever he liked with me but he wouldn’t push me further than I could handle was heady.  It demonstrated the depth of his devotion to taking care of me.

“Master.”

The word was unintelligible as his cock slid in and out of my mouth, but the vibrations of his title as it wrapped around his length pushed him over the edge.  His hot cum filled my mouth as he bellowed out his pleasure.  I swallowed everything he gave me, not allowing even one precious drop to pass through my lips.

He held me there, running his fingers through my hair as he softened in my mouth.  The satisfaction at having brought him pleasure, at having served him, aroused my own desire.  I relished the sensation of the water trailing warm streams down my body, some of the rivulets tracing their way down my breasts, over my abdomen, to fall into the soft curls that covered my pulsing clit.

When he finally eased himself free from my mouth, he bent down and grasped my shoulders, helping me back to my feet.  My knees were shaky, but he easily supported my bodyweight as he turned me so my back was pressed against his chest, holding me in place with one arm locked around my waist.

“That was very good, girl.”  His praise was gravelly after his rough shout.  “I think someone’s earned a reward.”

My nipples pebbled at his words, and the spray of the water on my breasts was suddenly an erotic delight.  With his free hand, he tweaked the straining peaks, pinching and pulling and rolling them deftly between his fingers.  My head fell back against his chest as I arched my back so that my breasts pressed up into his touch.

His lips sampled my neck, the sensation of his tongue catching the water droplets on my skin making me shudder.  He shifted his grip so he could continue tweaking my nipples with the hand that was supporting my weight.  His other hand sank into my wet hair, wrenching my head back so that he had clear access to my vulnerable throat.

Sharp pain made me cry out as he gripped my flesh in his teeth with a possessive growl.  The pain turned to a delicious throb that radiated outward from his bite, rippling through my body in waves of pleasure.  The bliss washed across my mind as well, and my knees went weak, my body sagging against him.