Nora nodded. “Thought so. So that means when my Switch-side comes out, and trust me, it comes out, I’d take it elsewhere.”
Lance wrapped his hand around his cock. Nora had never wanted to be a man’s right hand so much in her life.
“I could live with that. I wouldn’t like it...but as long as it didn’t happen all the time.”
“About once every couple of months, he calls me and I go to him.”
Lance seemed to think about that. “Once every couple of months is tolerable.”
“This might not be—I don’t want kids,” she said, giving him a “take that” stare.
“I already have a kid,” Lance countered.
“I don’t want to get married,” Nora shot back.
“I’ve already been married.” Lance raised his eyebrow in a two-can-play-this-game taunt.
“You keep this up and I’m going to start masturbating on the couch, too.”
“Was that supposed to be a threat?”
“It was,” Nora said with a sigh. “I think I need to work on my threatening skills.”
“I think I need to come.”
“I think you need to come too as much as I need to watch you come.” Nora rolled up onto her knees and scooted closer to Lance. “Will you come for me? Just a request, not an order.”
“Since you asked so nicely...” He turned his head and smiled at her, a lazy, sexy, seductive smile with a glinting twinkle in his eyes that made her feel like she’d just eased into a hot bath. And like a woman soaking in a hot bath, she was undeniably wet.
“I wish I could help,” she said as his hand started to move faster.
“You are helping. Just being around you makes me hard.”
“I know I’m cute but that’s quite a compliment.”
“It’s not the way you look,” he said, his voice getting breathless. She raised her eyebrow at him. “Okay, not entirely. The world is full of beautiful women, but there are so few of them like you.”
“And what am I like?”
“You’re like a queen. You’re strong and fearless. Men serve you. They want to serve you. Hell, they should serve you. You don’t answer to anybody. You don’t apologize to anyone. You walked into that judge’s house like you owned it. You beat the shit out of a billionaire. You put the moves on me faster, harder and smoother than any soldier, sailor or marine ever put on any girl in any bar in the history of the world. You make me wish we lived a thousand years ago. I’d slay dragons for you, Mistress.”
“I like dragons.”
“Then I’d tame one and bring it to you as tribute, complete with collar.”
“Do you want to wear my collar, Lance?” Nora asked, the question coming out before she even realized what she was saying.
“I’d wear it with pride, Mistress. Every night of my life.”
Nora reached out and laid a hand on his neck, pressing lightly into his throat, making a collar out of her fingers. Lance closed his eyes, let his head fall back.
“Are you fantasizing?” Nora asked, pulsing her hand against his neck.
“Yes and no. It’s just images right now.”
“Tell me.”
“You...naked.”
“Good image.”
“And on top of me. I love being tied down,” Lance confessed, his hand moving faster on himself.
“You look amazing in leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I bet with your body you’d look incredible in a black leather chest harness. Maybe some armbands for those amazing biceps of yours.”
“I’m fantasizing about you fucking me, and you’re fantasizing about dressing me up?”
“It’s a girl thing. You have a great body. I’d love to show it off to the world. Or at least my kinky little corner of it.”
“Gorgeous body? You’ve forgotten the scars.”
“Scars are sexy. Scars mean you’ve lived.”
Nora felt Lance’s pulse beating against her hand, growing harder every second.
“What else do you see, Lance?”
He opened his eyes and looked at her.
“A future with you. Maybe.”
Nora swallowed and whispered, “Big maybe. Now come for me.”
With a soft gasp Lance came, semen shooting out and landing on his stomach.
“God, I needed that,” he said, his body relaxing deep into the couch.
“I could tell.”
“And I think I need a tissue. Maybe three...” He glanced down at the semen decorating his stomach and laughed. She adored him for the laugh because it meant he had no shame, no embarrassment about his body, about his sexuality. Many of her submissive clients were ashamed, embarrassed, and scared to come out of the closet. Not Lance. Not at all.
“Let me,” she said, dipping her head. With a quick flick of her tongue she lapped up a small patch of semen. Lance groaned as he slid a hand into her hair.
“You’re a sadist, Mistress Nora.”
She looked up at him with a wicked grin on her face.
“You’re like the perfect male submissive. How did that happen? I want twelve of you.”
Lance gave her a half-smile. “I have this drive to be perfect at things,” he said. “Always have. I was the five-year-old kid who made Lego houses you could live in. I wanted to be the perfect Navy SEAL, and I was until I got wounded. I tried to be the perfect husband and then the perfect father. That blew up in my face. Now, at least I can be the perfect sub. With you anyway. With you and for you, Mistress.”
Nora grabbed a box of tissues off the end table.
“Here. Clean up. We’ll go get some lunch or something. If we don’t get you out of this house soon, I won’t be held accountable for the things I do to you.”
She slid across him and headed to her bathroom. Halfway there she heard the klaxon tone of her hotline phone blaring from her kitchen. She took a detour and grabbed the phone.
“Ça va?” Nora asked as she answered the phone. “Any news?”
“Oui,” Kingsley said. “Bad news first.”
“What’s the bad news?”
“The man who attacked Natasha?”
“What about him?”
“Elle...he broke into your dungeon.”
* * * * *
The Last Good Knight
Part IV: Fit to Be Tied
Tiffany Reisz
An Original Sinners Story
Told in Five Parts
The Last Good Knight: An Original Sinners novella told in five parts.
Part IV: Fit to Be Tied
With her feelings for Lance warring with her recent encounter with Søren, Nora returns to Lance’s bed and finds herself toying with the idea of...toying with him on a permanent basis. But, after she gets a glimpse into his personal angst, Nora realizes she has the power to rescue this white knight...
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Fit To Be Tied
“What? He was in my dungeon?” Nora demanded.
“That’s also the good news.”
“Please tell me someone caught him in the act.”
“Let’s just say you owe our friend Griffin Fiske a debt of gratitude. I can guess in what form he’ll take repayment.”
“Griffin?”
“I underestimated Griffin. He’d make an excellent bodyguard. I should apologize to the man.”
“How bad is it?”
“Let’s just say you’re going to need to a new rug, Maîtresse. Yours is...bloody. And the culprit is in the hospital.”
Nora listened for a few minutes as Kingsley told her the story. They hung up and Nora returned to the living room and found Lance picking his shirt up off the floor.
“You’re not going to need that,” she said, nodding at the shirt in his hands.
“Why not?”
“They caught him. And by ‘they’ I mean my friend Griffin caught him breaking into my dungeon. Griffin beat the shit out of the guy.”
“Thank God you weren’t there,” Lance said sounding genuinely relieved.
“I know. I wouldn’t have been nearly as merciful as Griffin. I would have killed him and then gotten arrested. Again. If he laid a finger on my red-and-black riding crop, I swear to God I’ll rip his heart out.”
“Special crop?”
“Christmas present,” she said. “From my priest.”
“You are a weird Catholic.”
“There is no other kind,” she said.
“This is the guy who beat up Mistress Natasha? They’re sure?”
“Natasha came to a couple hours ago. She knew the guy—client of hers with money trouble. King was right. Just a robbery. He got five thousand dollars off Natasha. Decided to see if the other dominatrixes in the city also kept cash on them. Has a nasty drug problem apparently. Owed a lot of money to dealers.”
“I want to beat the shit out of him, too. Why does this Griffin guy get to have all the fun?”
“Speaking of having all the fun...you know what this means, right?”
“Tell me,” Lance said, a smiling forming on his lips.
“You’re not my bodyguard anymore.”
Lance let his shirt drop from his fingers. This time he didn’t bother to fold the damn thing.
“Good boy.”
Lance followed her up the stairs. The second he stepped into her bedroom, Nora shoved him hard against the wall and kissed him with everything in her.
“This is what’s going to happen,” she said, between soft bites of his lips. “I’m going to cuff you to my bed. Then I’m going to decorate the front of your body with a set of welts and bruises to match the set on your back. And then I’m going to climb on your cock and ride it until it breaks off. You have any objections to that plan?”
“Only the part about my cock breaking off, Mistress.” He started to reach for her but Nora caught his hands and pressed them into the wall.
“That was erotic hyperbole.”
“Then no, I have no objections.”
“Good. Not that I would have changed my plans if you did. You’re mine today.”
“All yours. Every part of me.”
Nora’s heart clenched at the solemn tone of his pledge. If only she could believe that; if only she could keep him. Then again...maybe he meant it. Maybe she could keep him. Maybe she would keep him.
“Get rid of the clothes. Pull the covers back. Lay in the center of the bed. Say hello to my ceiling. Now.” She snapped her fingers and Lance immediately unzipped his pants. He’d just come a few minutes ago but she could see that he was already getting aroused again.
As Lance moved to follow her orders—naked, covers back, center of bed, hello ceiling—Nora threw open her closet and dug for supplies. Playing on the front of the body required a bit more finesse than the back did. With the thicker skin on the back of the body one had to work very hard to do real damage back there. But the front of the body had all those pesky internal organs to deal with.
Nora found her smallest, thinnest cane—a white plastic little beauty no bigger than a conductor’s baton. She also found her smallest flogger with the thin sharp tails. She didn’t know if Lance liked CBT or not. Guess she’d find out.
“Comfortable there?” she asked, emerging from her closet with all the necessary supplies.
“I want to die in this bed.” Lance stretched out, luxuriating on her black sheets. Goddamn, the man should be legally required to be naked constantly.
“I’m not into necrophilia,” Nora said.
“I want to live in this bed.”
“Better,” she said as she opened the side table drawer. She pushed aside her vibrator collection and dug until she found the wrist and ankle cuffs she kept in a box. “Keep enjoying the bed. I’m not planning on letting you out of it for a few hours.”
“Can’t think of any better way to spend a Sunday.”
“Helluva a lot better than church anyway. Now give me your wrist.”
She cuffed both wrists and both ankles before hooking them to spreader bars. With twine she tied his wrists and ankles to each corner of her bed.
“How do you feel?” she asked once she had him tied down and immobilized.
“Exposed. Vulnerable.”
“Good. You okay with spread-eagle?”
“I am. Haven’t been in it in a while. You might want to uncuff the ankles before the cock-riding, though. Might need some traction.”
“If you’re good, I’ll consider it.”
“Mistress, I want to be nothing but good to you.”
Nora pulled her T-shirt and jeans off and wearing nothing but her red lace bra and panties, climbed onto the bed.
Lance’s body had been denied to her for only two days, but it was with hungry hands that she touched him, stroking his body from neck to knees.
“So you’re okay with heavy bondage?” Nora caressed his exposed inner thighs, lightly tickling them with her fingertips.
“I haven’t done it in a long time, not since college, but I have no problems with it.”
“Yes, you mentioned you were a boy-toy for one of your professors. How did that happen, anyway?” She tickled behind his knee and Lance flinched. She’d tied him down so thoroughly he couldn’t pull away from her touch. Good.
“It just...happened.” Lance shook his head and smiled. “My first semester freshman year I got a job on campus as a professor’s assistant. She taught Economics, something I never planned on taking. Actually I never took any Econ courses. I didn’t ever want her to have second thoughts about sleeping with a student. I practically lived in her house, but never stepped foot in her classroom. I didn’t want to get her in trouble.”
“I understand,” Nora said, teasing Lance’s testicles with the flogger. She didn’t hit him with it, merely let it tickle him with the tips of the tails. “I met Søren when I was fifteen. Love at first sight with a Catholic priest. I lived in fear for years that we’d get caught.”