The sense of losing all my inhibitions with Jorn made me enjoy the experience so much more. I had never enjoyed sex like this. I had always agreed with the people who said it was overrated. But now I disagreed; this was amazing and incredible. The sensation of his cock plundering my pussy took over my entire being. My entire world right now was the feeling of having his hard, excited member inside my tight, hot womanhood.
Jorn seemed to lose control and he grunted with each desperate and deep thrust. His fingers dug into the soft cheeks of my ass and he cried out, ‘I’m going to cum!’ just as I had to him earlier in the bookshop.
‘I want to see!’ I moaned with excitement. I needed to see how much I turned him on. I needed to know that I had brought him to a state of total abandon where he had to release his seed. He pulled out of me and I dropped to my knees in the shower, taking his cock in my hand and stroking the engorged shaft as I looked up into Jorn’s eyes. He looked down at me with such a look of lust and desire that I felt pleasurable tingling sensations in my pussy.
‘Show me,’ I whispered to him. ‘Let me see it.’
He cried out and his hips jerked and a hot white ribbon of cum shot from him and landed on my left breast. It felt hot and heavy as it slid down over my erect nipple. Jorn was out of control, spurting and spraying everywhere and moaning with pure pleasure, looking down at me as I received his load. I continued looking up into his eyes, keeping that connection between us as his cum landed on my neck, breasts and belly. I felt so desired.
When he was done, he dropped to his knees and kissed me hard and deep, his hands cradling my face as his mouth worked on mine.
‘You’re amazing, Amy,’ he said, resting his forehead against mine and looking into my eyes.
*
When I awoke, the sun was shining brightly into the room through the curtains. I had a sudden sense of disorientation before I remembered what had happened in the shower last night and that I was in a hotel room. ‘Jorn?’ I called out. The bed beside me was empty. I felt the covers and the mattress. Cold. He was long gone. After the shower last night, we had dried off, hung our wet clothes over the heated towel rail in the bathroom, and climbed into bed together. I had fallen asleep instantly, my head resting on Jorn’s muscular chest.
Now he was gone.
I slid out of bed and found my purse near the TV. I fished out my phone and checked the time. Nine thirty. I was late for work! I needed to get home and put on some dry clothes before I went in today. As I hurriedly grabbed my things from the room and put on my underwear and dress, I noticed something on the floor near the bed. Jorn’s dragon necklace. I picked it up and noticed it was broken, the chain snapped. I dropped it into my purse. I could give it to him the next time I saw him. I was going to see him again, right?
I called Mr Jacobs from the back of the taxi, explaining that I would be late for work but I would be there in the next hour.
‘I see,’ he said, ‘and why is that?’
‘I was mugged last night after I locked up the shop,’ I told him.
‘Oh...I see. Well, you don’t have to come in if you’re hurt or still in shock or anything. Denny is in today so we won’t be understaffed.’
‘No, I’ll come in,’ I said. Pulp And Paperbacks was my only connection with Jorn, the only place he knew where to find me. I had to be there today.
I got home and changed into black slacks and a white top that showed off my cleavage (just as every top did) but would be suitable for work. I found a gold chain in my jewellery box and slid Jorn’s pendant onto it. It was pretty; a dragon curling around a gold circle with a rose in its mouth. I was sure he would come to the shop today once he realized it was missing. After a moment’s hesitation, I put it around my own neck and fastened the chain. He gold dragon sat on the upper slope of my big breasts.
It was nearly eleven when I got to work. Mr Jacobs fussed around me for a while but then had to leave so I was in the shop with Denny. I had met Denny once before. He was a nice kid, probably in his early twenties, but he definitely had a shot at King of Geekdom. Our one conversation had been about video games, science fiction series on TV and Fantasy and Science Fiction novels. I wondered if Denny could have helped Jorn with his Gor novels. The thought made me smile.
I had just served a customer who had bought a number of second-hand Stephen King novels when Denny came over to me and looked at my chest over his glasses.
‘I thought so!’ he said excitedly.
‘What?’ If he was perving over my big bust, he needed to learn a thing or two about subtlety.
‘The Order Of The Black Rose,’ he said, pointing at my cleavage.
‘Huh?’
‘Your talisman. The dragon and the rose.’
My hand went to Jorn’s pendant. ‘You know about this?’
‘Well, d’uh! Of course!’ He came around the counter and sat at the computer. I served an old woman who bought an armful of Agatha Christie books and by the time she had left, Denny was pointing to a website. The picture on the screen was exactly like the pendant. Except it was in black ink on parchment and looked like it had been drawn in the middle ages.
I read the website while Denny took a turn at the cash register. The symbol on Jorn’s pendant had been around since the Dark Ages and it was the symbol of an order of knights known as the Order Of The Black Rose. They weren’t from any particular country and members came from all over Europe. Back in the day, they had protected society using their skill in weapons and combat. The most interesting thing about the Order, the website said, was that it was still rumoured to exist today, still protecting society even though it operated in secret. Only the members of the Order Of The Black Rose knew of its existence.
‘So where did you get it?’ Denny said, coming over and standing behind me.
‘It belongs to someone I know.’
‘Yeah? Is he a knight?’
‘No, of course not,’ I said. Obviously this symbol was well known and a jewellery company had produced a men’s pendant featuring it as the design. There was nothing more to it than that.
Was there?
I thought of Jorn’s muscles and obviously high fitness level. Of the way he had taken out the two would-be purse snatchers easily and saved me from them. Of his European name. I looked at the computer screen and the phrase, ‘still rumoured to exist today,’ popped out at me.
I fingered the dragon pendant hanging over my breasts.
Just what had I gotten myself into?
KNIGHT OF DOMINATION
Jorn didn’t come into Pulp And Paperbacks. He didn’t even call the shop. Every time the bell over the door announced a new customer, I looked up eagerly only to be disappointed when I didn’t see his face. Maybe he didn’t realize he had lost his pendant. Maybe he had no idea I had it. Why hadn’t I taken his number when he had offered it to me? I shouldn’t have been so stupid. I had a reason to call him; I could just be casual and let him know I had his pendant. Nothing more to it than that.
But there was more to it. I had enjoyed the most liberating sexual experience of my life with that man and it wasn’t something I could easily forget. I couldn’t just forget Jorn either; he had a charisma and masculinity that had already affected me deeply.
But what if he didn’t feel the same way? What if it had just been a night of pleasure for him, a night never to be repeated?
I left early, telling Denny I didn’t feel well and leaving him to lock up the shop. The night was rainy and windy and I almost hoped that I would be mugged again so Jorn could come to my rescue. But none of that happened and by the time I got home to my apartment, I had come to the heart-wrenching conclusion that I wasn’t going to see him again. He was probably too busy protecting the world or something if Denny was to be believed.
I had thought all day about Denny’s theory that Jorn was a member of a modern order for knights and the more I thought about it, the more ludicrous it seemed. Not because I didn’t believe there could be knights in this day and
age but because I knew that if they did exist, there was no way I would be lucky enough to meet one. Things like that just didn’t happen to me. But then meeting a man like Jorn...knight or not...wasn’t something that normally happened to me either. I had decided that he was just a great guy who had an arcane taste in jewellery. The dragon and rose pendant was pretty but the fact that the symbol had been used in history as the sign of a medieval order of knights was probably just coincidence. Denny was just a geek who lived in a fantasy world half the time. He probably believed in alien abductions and alternate dimensions too.
I went into the bathroom and turned on the bath taps, running the water hot and adding bubble bath that promised to be the scent of Eastern Desire. I added too much and the heady fragrance of lotus and jasmine coming from the frothing water nearly overpowered me.
I undressed and sank into the hot water, realizing I still had Jorn’s pendant around my neck. I knew why I hadn’t removed it; just wearing it made me feel closer to him. I sighed. I really was a hopeless case.
Closing my eyes and laying my head back against the bathtub, I breathed in the Eastern Desire fragrance and wondered where my knight in shining armour was. What was he doing right this second? Was he even thinking of me?
* * *
Jorn stood atop the cliff looking out at the roiling, angry sea as twilight approached. The wind buffeted him but he barely noticed it as he stood firm in the cliff edge. After waking in the hotel bed next to Amy, he had looked at her sleeping and realized he was in too deep. He should never have let himself weaken and become involved with her like this. But he found her irresistible. He had sat on the edge of the bed as morning light crept into the room and he had suddenly wanted no part of the Order Of The Black Rose. Let them carry out their missions without him. He had never yet been chosen to go through the Crystal Doorway anyway. He had pulled the talisman from around his neck and snapped it, leaving it on the hotel room floor as he dressed and left quickly.
Unwilling to return to the Order, he had driven his Mustang all the way to Cornwall. Now he stood here on the cliff knowing he had to make a decision. He felt like turning his back on the Order and its restrictive rules. Those rules had never affected him before but now he felt like they had a tight grip on his throat and were choking him in their unforgiving grip.
But denying the Order felt like denying himself. He had been prepared and trained by them, sworn his life to them. They were his family.
Yes he also could not deny the feelings coursing through his veins...deep feelings for Amy. He knew how crazy it sounded that he felt he had to make a choice between a woman he barely knew and the group of people who had nurtured him and educated him and shown him things that most people would not believe. To an outsider, there would be no choice. He’d had his fun with the woman, now it was time to return home. Thinking there could be anything more between himself and Amy than a casual encounter was madness.
Yet here he was.
He walked back across the grass to where he had parked his dark blue Mustang off the narrow coastal road that wound along the cliff tops and pulled his sword from its scabbard on the back seat. Returning to the precarious rocky edge, he held the sword aloft, blade pointed downward, and drove it into the earth. Kneeling before it, he closed his eyes and bowed his head. He lived his life by this sword and he had sworn oaths before it many times, both ceremonial oaths in great halls attended by other members of the Order and personal oaths whispered in his room or in quiet forest glades. Now he sought guidance. Whether that guidance came from God or from deep within his own mind, he cared not just so long as it gave him direction.
In the distance, thunder rumbled. He had seen dark clouds out over the angry waves of the sea earlier and knew a storm was coming.
As the twilight turned to dark night and the storm clouds wept heavy tears of rain, the knight and the sword remained unmoving on the cold wet cliffs.
*
My Eastern Desire bath was so luxurious, I drifted gently into its warm fragrant embrace. I closed my eyes and let my hand drift down to the juncture between my legs as I remembered the sight of Jorn naked in the shower in the hotel. He was a perfect physical specimen and he had used that muscular toned body to please me. I stroked myself gently, letting my finger caress my pussy lips and press against my clitoral hood.
Jorn’s manhood had been so thick and strong and the fact that he was excited by me drove me crazy with desire for him. And I had felt so comfortable with him seeing me naked, something I had never felt with any man ever. All my adult life I had wanted to be sexy and desired. I had dreamed about letting myself go and experiencing pure pleasure without worrying about my body shape. But it had never happened. Not even close. Jorn had changed all that and I had felt like a woman, an attractive sexual woman.
I circled my clit with my fingertip and moaned slightly as pleasurable sensations spread through my lower belly. I was able to make myself cum quickly; I had a lot of practice. Pressing more firmly on myself, I remembered the moment that Jorn had entered me, his cock pushing past the folds of my lips to gain entrance to my inner wanton heat.
I felt my climax building and I remembered the orgasm Jorn had given me, the intensity of it ripping through me as he held my hips and pleasured me with his thick, hard manhood.
As the orgasm began and I plunged two fingers into myself beneath the fragrant bath water, I pictured Jorn stood above me, crying out and releasing his cum over my body. I had brought him to this state of ultimate release and it felt so good to know that I could bring a man to this point.
I cried out and fingered myself, my thumb flicking over my clit as I rode the orgasm until it subsided and I was left with a pleasant warm glow through my entire body.
When I finally got out and dried myself, I felt a lot better about things than I had when I had lowered myself into the water. As far as me and Jorn were concerned, whatever would be would be. I had lived my life so far without being disappointed...well, without showing it anyway...and I would continue on in the same way. Besides, I had no way to contact him. I mentally kicked myself once again for refusing the slip of paper with his number on it when it had been offered.
Beyond the frosted glass of the bathroom window, the sky had turned black. That was my cue to get into my pyjamas and curl up in front of the TV. I found some Hello Kitty nightwear that would have made me look cute if I had been slimmer and I slipped it on as I walked through the apartment to the living room.
The whole apartment had been plunged into darkness. I left the lights off and found the TV remote on the sofa. As the screen flickered into life, I noticed the man standing in the corner near my bookcases. I jumped, my heart hammering in my chest and I got ready to let out a scream.
He stepped forward out of the shadows and held up a hand. ‘Please,’ he said, ‘I mean no harm.’ He had fair hair and was good looking in a sun-kissed surfer kind of way.
‘How did you get in here?’ I asked, my eyes darting to the front door. It was closed. I was sure I had locked it.
‘I’m looking for Jorn,’ he said, ignoring my question. ‘Is he here?’
I shook my head.
‘Have you seen him today?’
I shook my head again.
‘You were with him last night?’
I didn’t know how to answer. Could I trust this man? He might be looking for Jorn so he could kill him or something.
‘My name is Lee,’ he said. ‘I work with Jorn. He didn’t show up for...work today. Do you know where he is?’
‘No, I haven’t seen him.’
‘But you were with him last night?’
‘I...’
‘Please, this is important.’
I nodded.
He pulled a phone from his jeans pocket and jabbed at the screen. In the dark room, the glow illuminated his handsome face. He looked like one of the good guys. What was I thinking? I didn’t even know if Jorn was one of the good guys and the man standing in front of me had broken into
my apartment.
‘He isn’t here,’ he said into the phone. ‘I checked all the rooms except the bathroom and he isn’t in there.’ So he’d been sneaking around my apartment while I was in the bath. I felt violated.
He hung up. ‘You need to leave now,’ I said. Anger rose within me but I knew I could not force this man out of my apartment.
‘If he contacts you, please call me,’ he said, handing me a business card. I didn’t take it so he left it on the coffee table before leaving.
When he was gone, I let out a breath I realized I had been holding inside. I looked at the business card. There was no company name, just a phone number with the name ‘Lee’ beneath it.
When my own phone rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin. The Caller ID said it was my friend Sara so I answered it.
‘Hey, Hun,’ she said cheerily as I hit the button. ‘How’s things?’
It all came out suddenly as soon as I heard her voice, all the emotion that had been pent up inside me since the encounter with Jorn, the attempted mugging, the night spent with him and the not hearing from him and the intruder in my apartment. The dam holding back all the fear and insecurity burst and I tried to talk to Sara but I was crying and not making any sense. Then I was sobbing down the phone and she said, ‘You stay right there, Hun, I’m coming over.’
‘No, really, I’m OK. I’m going to go to bed.’ I needed to be alone right now. Sara meant well but I knew that if she came around, it would mean a long night and I felt tired. In fact, I felt exhausted.
I pressed the button to end the call and sank into the sofa, a teary emotional mess.
*
Jorn walked through the rain back to the Mustang. No guidance had come to him. He felt cold and tired. He sheathed the sword and climbed into the driver’s seat. Pulling out onto the dark coastal road, he turned the radio on and sang along with the song that filled the car. The sound of his own voice was strange after such a long period of silence but he knew singing was a good way to warm himself up. He always kept the radio tuned to a rock station and the band playing now, the Irish band Thin Lizzy, was one of his favourites.
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