Knights and Kink Romance Boxed Set

by Jill Elaine Hughes

  I wasn’t about to save my orgasm any longer, though. The juices of my sex were soaking through my bathrobe onto the chair upholstery. I untied my sash and opened my robe and legs wide. My right hand went straight for ground zero, rubbing and stroking my clit in perfect unison with the lapfest happening on the other side of the glass. My left middle finger jammed itself in my vagina, competing for space with the Chinese balls and their dangling silken ribbon. The result was an incredible symphony of strokes, pokes, and the rough-and-tumble action of the Chinese balls deep inside my vag. I closed my eyes and saw my orgasm approaching from over a precipice, and at just the right moment I went over the edge to meet it, crying out as my vagina clenched like a vise around my fingers and pushed the Chinese balls up high against my G-spot. My clit melted, my uterus vibrated like a thousand exploding suns, and I could feel more explosions radiating from my belly all the way out to the tips of my fingers and toes.

  Not to be outdone, my hands and fingers kept right on pumping their way through that orgasm, until I came out on the other side only a second away from descending into another. This one was longer and even more intense, with my vag pulsating so hard that the Chinese balls travelled up and down my sheath until they bumped up so hard against my G-spot they almost popped out of me entirely. The spasm took hold of my entire body, rocking me back and forth until I lost my balance on the edge of my chair and toppled down onto the floor. As I fell, the remote control Daisy had handed me at the beginning of the session lost its perch on the arm of the chair and landed squarely underneath my heaving bottom. It all happened so fast that I didn’t realize I’d accidentally pressed one of the buttons on the remote—the blue one—in the midst of my ecstasy until I heard Daisy’s voice interrupting over the loudspeaker.

  “Hyacinth Slaughter, you have pressed the blue button. Does this mean you wish to join the activities currently happening in the Blossom Submission Chamber as a direct participant? If so, press the blue button again.”

  I sat frozen; how could I have been so clumsy? How could I have made such a mistake? I was a mousy Congressional PR staffer, not a whip-flipping S&M mistress! There was absolutely no way I could cross over to the other side of the glass and get in on the action. For one thing, Senator Grayle would recognize me and then my cover would be blown. Not only would I be out of a PR job, my future as an undercover tabloid reporter would be ruined to boot.

  Then I remembered I was in disguise. I was an anonymous spy, incognito. At the House of Flowers, I was a voluptuous masked ingénue named Hyacinth Slaughter. Mousy, uptight, born-again-virgin Jasmine Rand was nowhere in sight, because devastating, mysterious sexpot Hyacinth Slaughter had taken her place.

  I pressed the blue button again.

  A door panel I hadn’t noticed before slid open with a swish, and I walked through it into the Blossom Submission Chamber. As I did, Daisy’s voice rang out over loudspeakers.

  “Mistress and Slave, you have a guest. Hyacinth Slaughter wishes to join your sex play. Will you accept her?”

  Senator Grayle did not acknowledge my presence. He just kept on lapping at Mistress Violet’s boots, probably because he knew she’d punish him if he stopped without her permission. Mistress Violet took a break from her sex-stroking to check me out, though. She looked me up and down, her deep-set violet eyes (the source of her name, I assumed) coming to rest on my bared breasts.

  “You are a fine specimen, Hyacinth Slaughter,” Mistress Violet purred, her voice husky with arousal. “A fine specimen, indeed. Lovely figure, soft and pillowy in all the right spots. A pouty, swollen mouth, too.” Her purple gaze stole lower, focusing on the triangle of dark hair just above my sex. “And your scent is intoxicating and powerful. I can see how you got your name.”

  I didn’t quite understand the last remark. But Mistress Violet’s awesome presence (not to mention her many-taloned whip) was so intimidating I was afraid to ask her what it meant. So I just stared up at her, my expression quizzical.

  She understood immediately. “Ah, I see you are new in your persona,” she said. “Allow me to explain. Here at the House of Flowers, everyone’s personas are a reflection of some special part of themselves. You are Hyacinth Slaughter. I know who named you, and now I know why. The scent of your sex is dusky and sweet, potent enough to be smelt across a room—just like a hyacinth flower. Your body opens up wide and curvy at the hips, much like the shape of a hyacinth blossom. And your body is hardy and strong, capable of wielding a heavy weapon. You are powerful and sensual, Hyacinth. Powerful enough to slaughter any man or woman who approaches you with your incredible sex appeal. You’ve certainly turned me on.” With that, Mistress Violet went back to stroking her sex, though she didn’t take her violet eyes off me for an instant.

  I blinked. No one had ever spoken to me like that before. I felt as if I’d been magically transported to a parallel universe where everyone and everything were walking vessels of pure, dripping sexuality. As I saw it, that was the only explanation for how someone as beautiful and brutally sensual as Mistress Violet could be turned on to the point of public masturbation just by looking at my fleshy, size-fourteen body.

  Mistress Violet smiled softly, made a soft noise deep in her throat as she enjoyed her self-stimulation. “Don’t be so alarmed, Hyacinth. Whatever you are like in the real world, within these walls, you are purely a sexual being. A sexual being I’d like to spend some time getting to know.” She shifted in her seat, and pulled her booted foot out of Senator Grayle’s grasp, much to his dismay. “You are released, Slave,” she said. “Go and stand with your face to the wall until you are summoned again.”

  Senator Grayle opened his mouth to protest, but Mistress Violet silenced him with a wave of her hand. Slump-shouldered, he obeyed and trudged over to the wall.

  Mistress Violet rose from her seat and approached me. The scent of her sex hit me like a speeding car—a heady mix of vinegar and roses. “Have you ever dominated someone in sex play, Hyacinth?”

  I shook my head.

  She smiled slightly. “Would you like to try it today?”

  I sucked in my breath. My body tingled all over with erotic tension at the very thought of becoming a whip-cracking temptress like Mistress Violet. But the truth was, I didn’t know the first thing about being a dominatrix. I’d never even held a whip in my hands before, let alone used one on somebody. “I—“

  Mistress Violet raised her palm. “Hush,” she said. “It’s natural to be a bit apprehensive the first time. And contrary to what you might think, dominating someone during sex doesn’t necessarily mean whips and chains are involved.” She paused, licked her lips. “As lovely as whips and chains can be, sometimes domination can be quite subtle.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  Mistress Violet took my hand. “You can dominate someone with subtle looks and words just as you can dominate them physically. And doing so can be just as erotic if it’s done properly.” She ran her long, lacquered nails up and down the inside of my arm, leaving light scratch marks that felt as if they were being made by razor-sharp feathers. “Perhaps your first lesson would be best learned as the one being dominated. Would you like to try being a ‘bottom’ first, my dear? Although I think your ultimate destiny is to be a ‘top’, all of us dominating ladies have to spend some time on the other side, just to learn a little perspective.” She giggled, then glanced in Senator Grayle’s direction. “Isn’t that right, Slave?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” the naked senator mumbled, his face still to the wall.

  “Yonder Slave is a very powerful man in the outside world,” Mistress Grayle purred, teasing the back of Senator Grayle’s calves with the ends of her cat-o-nine-tails. “Very, very powerful and rich. He’s used to being boss in every part of his life.” She gestured round the room. “Every part except this one. Yonder Slave comes here so he can spend some private time having the tables of power turned on him. And he enjoys it immensely. Isn’t that right, Slave?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”


  Mistress Violet giggled again. “I think we’re all going to have a lovely time.”

  She crossed to the far side of the room and opened a set of paneled double doors. As they swung open on creaky hinges, they revealed a walk-in closet filled with all manner of exotic sex toys—handcuffs, harnesses, dildos and vibrators of every shape, size, and color, even a few things I’d never seen or even heard of before. “Hyacinth Slaughter, please take your pick of any of these instruments of pleasure. You may select one, or many, as you choose, and then I will use it on you.” She jerked her raven-haired head in Senator Grayle’s direction. “And yonder Slave will watch and pleasure himself on command. With your consent, of course.”

  I considered that for a moment. I wasn’t sure how I felt about having my boss watch me have an orgasm at his mistress’ hands. Then again, in this secret, sensual place, Senator Grayle wasn’t really a senator, nor was he my boss. At the House of Flowers, he was a Slave, and I was Hyacinth Slaughter. Nothing that happened here would ever be known beyond these walls. (Unless, of course, I showed the photos stored in my camera phone to Rodney Doyle. But that was another matter for another time.) I finally nodded my agreement.

  Mistress Violet grinned. “Splendid, Hyacinth. Now choose your instrument of pleasure.”

  I carefully inspected every shelf in her closet of sensual delights. Since today was the first time I’d ever contemplated using a sex toy other than the cheap vibrator that sat mostly unused in my bedside drawer at home, I decided to play things safe. I passed over the more exotic items and settled on a Rabbit, the popular dildo-vibrator combination I’d seen advertised in the back of women’s magazines and had once featured on an old episode of Sex And the City. There were a number of Rabbits in Mistress Violet’s collection in a variety of sizes and colors. I picked a medium-sized white one and handed it to her. “This one,” I said in a small voice, and handed it to her.

  Mistress Violet tested the dildo’s power switch, and the Rabbit emitted a high-pitched buzzing sound. She switched it off. “Perfect,” she said. “Hyacinth, I can see you are an elegant woman who appreciates the classics.”

  “Thank you,” I stammered. “I—umm, to tell you the truth, I really don’t know what any of that other stuff is for.”

  “All in good time, dear. Now for your first domination lesson, Hyacinth, I’ll break with my usual protocol and refrain from calling you Slave, since we already have a Slave present.” She glanced over at Senator Grayle. “Slave, you may turn around from the wall now and observe,” she said, resuming her booming dominatrix voice. “But you will refrain from stimulating yourself until I give you the command.”

  Senator Grayle turned around. “Yes, Mistress.” His member was so huge now it was practically bursting out of its skin. His bulging purple glans dripped with happy juice, and he was clearly fighting to keep his release in check. But he still stood motionless, staring straight ahead and waiting for his mistress’ next set of instructions.

  Senator Grayle was an obedient Slave indeed.

  Mistress Violet turned her attention to me. “Hyacinth Slaughter, you will now remove your robe.”

  Her tone left no room for argument. My already-open robe slipped off my body and onto the floor. I made a mental note to retrieve it when the festivities were over no matter how exhausted I was, since my camera phone was still tucked inside the breast pocket.

  “Now, Hyacinth, you will turn around to face the far wall, spread your legs, and bend over. Use your hands against the wall to support yourself. You will need to, believe me.”

  I obeyed her command to the letter. I felt oddly exposed, with my butt sticking out and my sex exposed to the point I could feel the light stir of the air conditioning against my wet, wide-open vulva. I’d barely had a chance to brace myself against the wall when the first touch of the Rabbit against my clit made me jump.

  “Mmmmmmmm,” I moaned, swaying my hips as Mistress Violet began administering the Rabbit’s ears to my sex with her seasoned, expert hands. I pushed against the Rabbit’s vibrating tip, intensifying the sensation. Mistress Violet countered by sliding the dildo portion deep into my sheath, then switched on the dildo’s own vibrator function. She kept it on the “Low” setting at first, allowing my body to adjust to the wild whirring sensation that began to reverberate throughout my insides; then, just as I felt my body start to drop over the edge, she switched the setting to “High”, which had the dual effect of numbing my clit and shaking the Chinese balls so hard against the walls of my sheath that I had an intense, teeth-clattering vaginal orgasm. As I came, my hips bucked and my vag clenched so fast and hard I thought I might break in half.

  Mistress Violet switched the Rabbit off, but left it inside me. “You are a very sensual woman, Hyacinth,” she said from behind me. “You orgasm wildly even at the slightest stimulation. That’s a good sign. Would you like to experience something even more intense than what you just felt?”

  As if that were even possible. “Mmmm-hmmmm,” I groaned, pushing myself up against the Rabbit, desperately needing more.

  Mistress Violet reached forward over my head and pressed a button hidden in the wall.A mirror appeared. “Look in the mirror, Hyacinth,” she ordered. “It will aid in your pleasure. And once your eyes are focused there, keep them there. Do not turn around.”

  I obeyed. In the mirror’s foreground I saw Mistress Violet caressing my backside softly with her soft, well-manicured hands as she prepared to start Round Two with the Rabbit. But in the background, I saw Senator Grayle, standing at attention with his hugely swollen member in his hand, awaiting Mistress Violet’s orders. I kept my eyes glued to the mirror, afraid that Mistress Violet might use her whip on me if I disobeyed her.

  “You may begin your own pleasure now, Slave,” she told him. “But you will hold off on your release until I give the command.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” came Senator Grayle’s robotic reply. He began to stroke his dick, his eyelids lowering and mouth opening with pleasure as he did so.

  Mistress Violet flicked the Rabbit’s switch back on. This time, she kept both parts of the toy set to “Low”. I longed for something more intense, but she kept things slow and easy at first. “Relax, Hyacinth,” she purred. “Give yourself up to the sensations, let things build slowly and then savor them. The greatest sexual pleasure grows slowly over a long time, and lasts all day, rather than exploding in a mere instant.” As if to illustrate her point, Mistress Violet leaned her groin against the butt end of the Rabbit so she too could share in its slow, steady pleasure-giving.

  I followed the dominatrix’s instructions as best I could by putting all my weight into my hands against the wall, letting the rest of my body relax and almost grow limp as I allowed Mistress Violet to stroke my sex softly in delicate, widening circles. At first I was frustrated by my body’s slow progress to orgasm, since all Mistress Violet was doing was using the Rabbit’s ears to gently stimulate my clit while keeping the dildo portion still in my vag. I tried to buck my hips to get a rhythm going inside, but Mistress Violet slapped my buttocks hard as a signal to stop. The slap stung, but in a good way that only made me want things to get moving in my sheath that much more.

  “Be still,” Mistress Violet whispered through clenched teeth. “You will grow to appreciate what I’m doing, believe me.”

  And after another moment or two, I did.

  Mistress Violet’s slow, deliberate stroking on my clit was building up a kind of heat I’d never experienced before. Instead of my usual tendency to want rapid, frantic stroking on my clit that would take me over the edge as quickly and efficiently as possible, I grew to enjoy the slow, steady buildup of heat that started on my clit and, after several minutes, began to radiate out across my vulva and into my perineum. I rocked gently back and forth on my heels, going with the flow and savoring the deepening heat between my legs as it happened, without necessarily needing to come right away.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhh,” I groaned as my body relaxed into the
hot vibrations even more. “That’s sooooo good.”

  Mistress Violet smiled at me in the mirror. I could tell she enjoyed seeing my dewy, aroused expression in the glass. “And now it will get even better.” She turned up the setting on the Rabbit another notch, and started moving it slowly up and down in my sheath with one hand, keeping her own groin leaning against it to maintain her own pleasure simultaneously. With the other hand she began stroking my perineum, which had grown hot and slick with my juices. I started circling my hips in time to her strokes, which made the center of heat that had built up in my groin after such a long time go white-hot—but still not quite hot enough to melt me into orgasm. Meanwhile, I could see Senator Grayle in the mirror as he stroked his member in perfect synchronization with what Mistress Violet and I were doing. Together, we were like a classical string trio, playing chamber music in a slow, steady crescendo.

  Just as I was getting used to the new intensity of sensation in my perineum, Mistress Violet took things up another notch. While still keeping things going with the Rabbit, she moved her free hand from my perineum to my back passage, running the tip of her finger around the edges of my puckered hole. “You have never been penetrated here, have you?” she said as she used my freely flowing juices to lube up my tiny, forbidden rosette.

  “Nuh-noooo,” I groaned, feeling the heat in my groin and belly get even hotter. I could almost see my orgasm approaching, but it was still a long way off. Mistress Violet kept up her exploration of the entrance to my back passage, but she didn’t enter it—yet. She just circled its outline lightly with one finger, making it slick with my flowing nectar. The tight ball of heat that had been building in my vag spread lower, and I felt my forbidden passage start to open in response. Mistress Violet fit in one finger, then two, then three, until I had two full-force fucks going on at once. The Chinese balls inside my sheath pressed upward and back against my forbidden passage and my perineum, sending forth mind-numbing sensations I’d never known were possible. The pressure built and built between my vag and my back passage until both orifices exploded. The orgasm was so intense I practically went into convulsions. I thrashed and kicked, and would have fallen over if Mistress Violet hadn’t anticipated my reaction and held me steady with her strong, expert hands.