The Last Good Knight (The Original Sinners Pulp Library)

by Tiffany Reisz

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 e-con 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.”

  “You mean you lived in fear that he’d get caught. You weren’t the one who took the vow of celibacy.”

  “Still…” she said, brushing the little flogger over his hips and thighs. “I know the feeling. That feeling that what you’re doing is right, so unbelievably right, and yet knowing the entire world would say it was wrong…Terrifying to think someone would try to take a love like that away from you.”

  Lance nodded his understanding. “She, Katherine, was amazing. I didn’t care she was almost twenty years older than me. She was smarter and sexier than any of the girls on campus my age. Somehow she just knew what I was, what I needed. And God, she gave it to me. Pain, bondage, discipline… Being in the Navy was a vacation compared to the discipline she imposed on me. At least the Navy never told me I couldn’t have an orgasm for ten straight days in a row.”

  “Vicious woman. I love her already.”

  Nora grabbed the tips of the flogger tails and struck Lance’s inner thigh.

  “I did, too,” he said. “She’d order me to go two weeks without coming and then the week after she’d make me come as much as humanly possible. Zero to sixty. I’m not kidding there. I went from having zero orgasms in two weeks to having sixty orgasms in two weeks.

  “I just tried to do the math on that to see how many orgasms a day that was and both my brain and my vagina started hurting.”

  “Comes to four-point-two-eight orgasms a day.”

  “How do you have point-two-eight orgasms?” Nora furrowed her brow at him.

  “Very carefully…”

  Nora stopped her flogging long enough to laugh.

  “Don’t do that,” she warned Lance. “I’m going for light CBT here. You make me laugh, and it’s going to fuck up my aim.”

  She took a quick breath before striking at the base of his penis. Lance flinched but didn’t cry out or safe out. Clearly his professor/dominatrix had introduced him to cock-and-ball torture as well as orgasm denial back in their days together.

  “Good?” she asked.

  “Hurts like hell. Love it.”

  “Men get a little jumpy when you get your floggers near their cocks. Of course, I have a few clients who can’t even get it up until you beat their junk into the ground.”

  “That might be a hard limit for me. But as long as you go easy, the flogging actually helps with the arousal. Nothing like a little cock-flogging to get the blood to all the right places.”

  The blood was certainly pooling in all the right places. Lance was rock hard and Nora had to remind herself she’d promised him a good beating before the sex. Next time she’d fuck first and give beatings later.

  Nora peppered Lance’s erection with a few more lashes of her flogger. Just enough to get him panting and wincing. One final blow sent him breathing through his clenched teeth.

  “That hurt?” she asked.

  “Oh, hell, yes.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Nora tossed the flogger to the floor and without giving Lance any warning, she brought her mouth down onto him. He gasped and Nora almost laughed again, would have laughed except she had her mouth full at the moment.

  “Oh, my fucking God…” he breathed as Nora licked him from base to tip before grinning up at him.

  “That’s the spirit. Oh, and don’t you dare come, by the way. I won’t make you wait two weeks, but you don’t get any more orgasms until I’ve had two. At least two.”

  “I’m good, I promise. You could suck me off for an hour and I wouldn’t come.”

  “I’m not going to suck you off for an hour.”

  “You can’t blame me for trying.”

  “Nope, but I can punish you.” Nora got out her cane and flicked Lance hard with it right on his hipbone. He grunted in pain.

  “Ouch,” he said after taking a deep breath. “Fucking ouch.”

  “Say ‘ouch’ again. You know that’s my favorite word…” Nora flicked him in the same spot and Lance’s hips scooted two inches over on the bed. He could scoot but he couldn’t hide.

  Again and again, she struck him along the thin sensitive skin of his hips and inner thighs. She had to give the man credit. He took the pain like a pro and never once begged for mercy.

  “I’m loving these bright red marks all over your hips,” Nora said, admiring her own handiwork. “I’ve seen tabby cats with fewer markings.”

  “Nice symmetry.” Lance raised his head and looked at the red stripes that decorated him from knees to chest. “I like the V-patterns.”

  “One of my trademarks. Some Mistresses just go for the kill—brute force is their game. I like a little finesse, a little artistry.”

  “A little fucking?” Lance prompted.

  “Oh, if you insist.”

  “Only if you think I’ve earned it, Mistress.”

  Nora leaned over him again and brought her mouth to his. “I think you’ve earned it.”

  She let her lips hover an inch over his, high enough that he had to raise his head to kiss her. She pulled back another inch and he raised his head another inch.

  Once more she pulled back this time out of reach.

  “Please, Mistress…” All the playfulness, the teasing had gone out of Lance’s voice. She heard only desire.

  “Please what?”

  She expected him to say Please kiss me or Please fuck me. Either wish would have been immediately granted.

  Instead, in a voice low and hungry he whispered, “Please make love to me.”

  Nora didn’t have a snappy comeback for that. She had no words at all. All she could do was look at him, at this man beneath her who’d put himself into her hands, had given her his body to be used any way she desired. The submissive existed to offer himself at the feet of the domme. So why did she suddenly feel so humbled?

  Closing her eyes, she kissed him again, kissed him with renewed passion, renewed determination to make all his deepest fantasies come true.

  She kissed her way down his body, pausing for a few minutes to tease his cock with her tongue a
gain, before making her way to his ankles. She unstrapped him from the spreader bar so he could have all the traction he needed. Her hands roamed all over him, taking in every inch of his warm, hard body. She didn’t know why she couldn’t stop touching him. Something in the back of her mind told her to enjoy him while she could. That made no sense, however. She had him tied down to her bed. Where could he possibly go?

  “Please…” Lance begged again and Nora raised a finger to her lips.

  “I will,” she said. “But I want to enjoy your body now.”

  “It belongs to you. Enjoy it any way you want.”

  She bit his quivering stomach, nibbled the insides of his arms all the way to his wrists. She traced his collarbone with her fingertips, massaged his chiseled thighs.

  Before she knew what she was doing or why, Nora put both her hands on Lance’s face. From his face, her hands moved down his neck and up both arms. She ran her hands over his chest, his hips, his legs, and over his feet. Søren had done this to her so many times she lost count in their years together—touched her like this. I own you, was the message. I own every part of you.

  She said nothing while she touched him, claimed him, and he said nothing, either, perhaps recognizing the significance of the moment. Finally, she couldn’t wait anymore. She took a condom from her drawer and rolled it onto him. She took off her underwear and straddled him. With her mouth on his mouth, she took him in her hand and guided him inside her.

  At first she barely moved, wanting nothing more than to take him into her and let him fill her. She brought her breasts to his mouth and let him suck deeply on her nipples while she moved gently against him.

  She slid up and down his length, going as slowly as she could, not wanting to rush the moment. With her hands on his chest, she held her upper body steady as she made slow ovals with her hips, lightly grinding her clitoris against him.

  “You feel amazing inside me,” she said, bending to kiss his chest.

  “I do feel amazing inside you.”

  “Smart-ass.” She sat up and scratched his chest and stomach lightly with her fingernails, light enough his skin shivered under her hand.

  “I’m only telling the truth. I want to stay inside you forever, Mistress.”

  “I might just let you.”

  She braced herself against the headboard and started to move faster on him.

  “Don’t come,” she ordered as she rode him harder, feeling her own orgasm starting to build.

  “No, ma’am. No chance.”

  “Good.” She didn’t want this to end yet. She didn’t want it to end…ever.

  The pressure rose in her back and stomach. She dug her hands into Lance’s biceps so hard she knew he’d have bruises. He didn’t raise any objections. Instead he lay beneath her whispering erotic encouragements to her.

  “Use me, Mistress…”

  She used him. She used him to climax hard, hard enough Lance seemed to feel it. He closed his eyes tight as she cried out with intense pleasure, every muscle in her stomach spasming.

  She collapsed onto his chest and breathed, moving just enough to keep him hard.

  “I’m not done,” she said.

  “I know you aren’t.”

  “I just need a minute.”

  “Take all the time you need.”

  After she caught her breath she kissed him again. His tongue slipped between her lips and she lightly bit it. The sexy sounds he made while their tongues intermingled and the presence of him still inside her and still hard made her eager for another round. She pushed against him, her body alive with want and hunger.

  “Come with me,” she said and Lance’s only response was to dig his heels into the bed and thrust up and into her. The room filled with the sounds of their need for each other. The bed creaked underneath them. When Nora came again she felt as if she rose so high her breath could fog the ceiling. As soon as her orgasm peaked she reached out and quickly freed Lance’s hands from the wrist cuffs. He rolled up and wrapped his arms around her, buried his face against her breasts, and came hard, clinging to her.

  After they both came, Lance wouldn’t let her go. He held her close, held her tight, and said nothing. He lay back on the bed and brought her down with him. Exhausted and spent she fell asleep on his chest almost immediately. He was still inside her.

  Nora woke up a few minutes later. Or maybe it was an hour. Who knew? She didn’t know and didn’t care. All she knew was that Lance lay next to her in bed where he belonged. She bent her head to kiss him but paused when she heard a sound.

  Someone was at her door.

  Lance stirred and she kissed him.

  “Stay here,” she whispered. “Sleep. It’s an order.”

  He flipped over in her bed and fell back to sleep. Poor thing, she’d worn him out. Nora found her grey silk bathrobe and knotted it around her waist. She walked downstairs and without looking out the window, she opened the front door.

  “It’s Sunday,” she said. “Isn’t this the one day of the week you have to work?”

  “You know I always take the afternoon off between Masses,” Søren said. “How are you?”

  “I’m fine,” she said to Søren who stood on her porch wearing jeans, his black leather motorcycle jacket, and holding his helmet in his hand. “I wasn’t even there when that guy broke in.”

  “I know,” Søren said.

  “So you’re here because…?”

  “Do I need a reason?”

  “I broke up with you, so yes, you do need a reason.”

  “You were in my bed last night.”

  “I’m in my own bed today,” she said.

  Søren looked over her shoulder. Nora closed her eyes and winced. She knew exactly what Søren was seeing. Two open beers on the coffee table.

  “You still drink Achel Blonde,” Søren said.

  “It’s good stuff,” she said.

  “I know,” he said. “I’m the one who introduced you to it.”

  He met her eyes and Nora refused to look away.

  “You should go,” she said. “If someone sees you here…”

  “Of course,” he said, his tone even. “I see that you’re safe. That’s all I needed to see. I’ll leave you to your guest.”

  He turned to leave and Nora stepped out onto the porch. “Søren?”

  “Eleanor, it’s forty degrees out. Put on shoes if you’re going to stand outside.”

  “I’m an adult,” she reminded him. “I’m not fifteen anymore.”

  “An adult would wear shoes in forty-degree weather.”

  She stared at him and shook her head. “You…” she said. “You are infuriating.”

  “Me? Because I don’t want you getting frostbite?”

  “Because you will not move on.”

  “I will when you do,” Søren said. “And don’t pretend you’ve moved on simply because you’re sleeping with someone else tonight. My housekeeper comes tomorrow. I have to change the sheets before she cleans my bedroom. There are stains on them. Yours and mine. I haven’t had to do that since the last time you spent the night with me.”

  “Last time you called me and asked me to come to you.”

  “And you came when I called. You came several times if I remember correctly, and I always remember correctly.”

  “That was just sex.”

  “Say that again. I might believe you.”

  “It. Was. Just. Sex.”

  He raised his chin and looked down at her. With his eyes narrowed he said softly, “No…still don’t believe you.”

  “Find someone else to fuck,” Nora said.

  “Find someone else to fuck?” he repeated. “Is that your answer for everything?”

  “It’s working for me,” she said. “You should try it.”

  “Who do you suggest?” he asked, his voice as cold but conversational—a trap, obviously. “You have someone in mind?”

  “There’s always Kingsley.”

  “Kingsley is finally moving on himself,”
Søren said. “I have never seen him as happy as he is with Juliette.”

  “Then you’ve never seen him with you.” She crossed her arms tighter across her chest. “Okay, not Kingsley. Someone else. Anyone else. Stop living in the past. I’m not there anymore.”

  “Eleanor, I’m not going to take another lover simply to assuage your guilt for leaving me.”

  “No, you’re going to play the heartbroken celibate martyr until I come back to you out of guilt. Now you’ve fucked me and you’ve fucked Kingsley since becoming a priest so don’t pretend to be a saint or a virgin or worse—monogamous. The only reason you haven’t moved on and found someone else to love is because you know if you do, then I’ll finally be able to move on, too. This is one more example of your sadism.”

  “That’s an astute observation, Little One. You’re more intelligent than you look.”

  “Do I look stupid today for some reason?”

  “You’re standing outside in forty-degree weather with no shoes on. You’ve certainly looked more intelligent than you do now.”

  Nora’s fingers curled into a fist. One of these days he was going to be on the receiving end of her sadism, and he wasn’t going to like it.

  “Have you ever considered the possibility I want you to find someone else to love for you? For your sake?” she asked, trying to stay calm.

  “No.”

  Nora laughed although she found none of this funny.

  “Anyone on earth…” she began and stopped. She had to take a deep breath before she could start again. “Anyone on earth would be blessed to be loved by you. I was. Maybe I want you to move on and find someone else for her sake.”

  “Or you could stop running from me.”

  “This isn’t running,” she said looking down at her bare feet that ached on the cold floor of her porch. “This is standing. Standing and living my life. I’m not your property anymore.”

  “You still love me.”

  “So? I love this, too. I’m not ready to give this up yet. I’m just finding out who I am finally.”

  “Mine,” Søren said. “You are mine. That’s who you are.”

  “And you wonder why I’m not running back to you?”

  He looked her up and down and smiled coldly to himself. “Put your shoes on, Eleanor.”