White Knight

by Mari Carr

  “No you don’t. We’re not finished.”

  Her eyes flew open. “I can’t take any more.”

  He laughed. “Bullshit.”

  “Travis.” She started to protest but he silenced her by increasing the speed on the vibrator to its highest level.

  Her head flew forward. “You play dirty.”

  “And don’t you forget it.” He continued to stroke his cock with one hand, gripping her face with the other. “Watch me. Look at what you do to me.”

  Her gaze traveled from his face to his cock and she licked her lips. “Untie me. I want you in my mouth.”

  He shook his head. “Not this time.”

  She began to thrust her hips, the toy inside her working its magic. Neither of them was in a hurry to see this experience end.

  He rubbed harder, faster. Shea never looked away, her hips mimicking his pace.

  “Together,” he said as his balls began to constrict. He was a man on the edge, but he was determined to wring one more climax out of Shea before the evening ended.

  She nodded, her labored breathing telling him she was close. He reached down and pinched her nipple once more.

  She moaned, wriggling on the chair like a woman possessed. He pinched the other nipple and she exploded.

  Her orgasm triggered his own and he groaned as his come spurted out, painting her chest with silky white rivulets.

  “God. Fuck. Dammit.” Every word was pulled from his chest as he powered through one of the strongest climaxes he’d had in years. Once he’d spent it all, he collapsed to his knees in front of her, pressing his forehead to her thigh.

  They were silent, both of them struggling to find their balance once more. Then Travis began to untie her, removing the straps from her ankles and wrists.

  Once she was free, he stepped away in case she tried to touch him. Years of experience had taught him that women were more likely to reach for him after an orgasm. She sat up gingerly and he felt a twinge of regret. He’d left her in the awkward position for far longer than was probably comfortable.

  “There’s a shower in the bathroom. Why don’t you take a long, hot one?”

  She looked at him, appreciation gleaming in her eyes. “That sounds like heaven. Wanna come with me?”

  He wanted it more than he wanted the Kings to win the Stanley Cup, but…

  “Not this time.”

  She scowled. “You say that a lot.”

  “You’re focusing on the negative. I’m also insinuating there will be a next time.”

  She paused and considered that. “I guess that’s true. So…this,” she pointed to herself and then him, “isn’t finished?”

  He shook his head. “Not even close.”

  As he spoke the words, he said a silent prayer.

  Please don’t let that be a lie.

  * * * *

  Travis suggested they meet up at different times and places for her lessons so their actions didn’t become suspicious. Three days later, they decided to go for a ride together along the shoreline. They’d traversed the same route countless times in their youth. It was a beautiful day, but Travis found it difficult to enjoy. He’d resolutely avoided the ocean since his return from war, the crashing waves bringing back too many painful memories. However, he’d been unable to refuse Shea’s plea for sunshine and fresh air.

  She had shocked him to his core when she’d gone to her knees earlier in the week. He’d never experienced anything sweeter or hotter than his best friend’s attempts at pleasing him. She was a quick learner and a passionate woman. She didn’t possess an ounce of shyness or reservation. She simply came to him with open arms, willing to try anything.

  They rode in contented silence for nearly a mile. When Travis looked up, he realized where Shea was leading them. He tried to repress his grin, but failed.

  “I wondered when you’d notice,” she teased.

  “I haven’t been here in years.”

  When they were children they’d discovered a cave near one of the cliffs. Because it was positioned back from the ocean, it only filled with water during treacherous storms. Most of the time it was dry, and they’d spent hours playing inside it, relishing the coolness and shade on hot summer days.

  “Shall we do some exploring?”

  Travis caught the double meaning behind her words. He’d brought a blanket with him and the cave would offer the perfect amount of seclusion as they continued her lessons. “After you.”

  They tied their horses to a nearby tree and made their way into the cave. While the entrance was narrower than he recalled, once they entered the heart of the cave, he was able to stand upright. He flipped out the thick blanket and took Shea’s hand. Together they sat down.

  He’d promised to let her determine the course, but he was regretting it now that he’d given in to her. There were so many things he wanted to do to and with Shea. If he were a gentleman, he would stop the game completely. His actions were reprehensible, wrong, but he couldn’t make himself stay away from her. Throughout his entire life, it felt as if Shea wrapped him in invisible bonds, always finding a way to pull him back to her.

  Not that she needed that unseen rope. He’d come to her without it, drawn as surely as the moon drew the tide.

  Shea, forthright as ever, got right down to business. “I was wondering if we could expand on what we did last time.”

  Travis couldn’t imagine her improving on her first foray into fellatio. “In what way?”

  “Is it possible to combine the two things we did, so that we are doing them at the same time?”

  Travis was wrong. There was always room for improvement. “Take off your clothes.”

  She obeyed, disrobing with obvious enthusiasm. Travis followed suit. One of these days, he wanted to be the one to undress her, to touch and taste each bit of newly uncovered skin. Perhaps next time he’d suggest that as part of the lesson.

  When they were naked, Travis lay down on his back on the blanket. Though the thick material provided some protection from the rough cave floor, Travis didn’t want Shea’s back scratched by the rocks.

  “Come here.” He beckoned her closer. “Place this leg over my head.” He positioned Shea until she was kneeling over his face, her nose pointed toward his feet. She shivered and he wondered if it was the chill of the cave or her arousal at being so exposed. Unable to resist, Travis lifted his head slightly and dragged his tongue along her slit.

  She squealed with surprise. He continued to play for several moments until Shea was squirming with need. “But I wanted to…”

  She paused and he knew she was searching for the words. During one lesson he was going to have to teach her all the correct vocabulary. “Lean forward, Shea. I want you to suck my cock.”

  She moaned softly and he took note. She liked it when he talked dirty. That was the last cognizant thought he had as Shea bent over and drew him into her mouth. She’d learned her lessons well, using her teeth to tease the head of his cock while gripping the root firmly. She ran her tongue along the sensitive ridge, sucking strongly.

  Travis felt stars gather behind his eyes. He realized he’d better get back in the game or he was going to come before she did. Grasping his shirt, he shoved it beneath his head so he had easier access to her pussy.

  Together they teased, nipped, pushed and prodded. When Travis firmly rubbed her clit with his tongue, Shea upped the ante, taking him deeper. They were waging a battle in pleasure and Travis didn’t care who lost. After several moments, he pulled away, gasping for air. “God, Shea. I can’t hold off.”

  He reached up to rub her clit while fucking her with his tongue. Shea’s actions became less fluid as her body reached its own boiling point. She cried out and he felt her pussy muscles clench as the first spurt of come erupted from his cock. They clung to each other as they rode out their orgasms, both of them mindless with bliss. Travis felt enraptured, ensnared by her.

  Shea slowly turned and he reached out, enfolding her against his chest, his arms w
rapped snugly around her shoulders.

  She ran her fingers around his nipple. “That was incredible. I can’t imagine true coupling could ever top that.”

  Travis closed his eyes, fighting the impulse to show her how wrong that assumption was. There was nothing on earth he wanted more than to take Shea, claim her. To do so would be a mistake. His heart was no longer his to give. It had shattered on the battlefield and Shea deserved more than the broken shell of a man who’d returned from war.

  “I hope someday you’ll discover the answer to that.”

  “I truly don’t intend to marry. If you won’t relent, I fear I’ll never learn the truth. You still won’t reconsider?”

  He shook his head but didn’t speak. He couldn’t take her maidenhead. He’d taken an oath never to wed, sworn it before silent witnesses. Shea’s soft breath tickled his chest, the sensation comforting, warm.

  Please don’t let me break that vow.

  Chapter 7

  “Hey Shea. Got a minute?”

  Shea wrote down the drink orders she’d just taken and walked over to where Emma stood by the bar. Yesterday, the two of them had gone out for lunch. Shea had expected to be grilled about her relationship with Travis, but Emma hadn’t even brought up the subject. Instead, they talked about the future of the club. Shea suggested some menu changes that Emma loved. Then she helped Emma hash out some ideas for future fetish shows.

  “What’s up, Em?”

  “You’ve been summoned by the Grand Chawhee again.”

  Shea shook her head. “No. I can’t miss another night of work. I wouldn’t leave you short-staffed like that. I’ll go tell—”

  Emma raised her hand. “Apparently it’s not that kind of summons.”

  “What does he want?”

  Emma lifted a glass of whiskey. “You. To deliver this. He assures me you’ll be right back. In fact, he said I could set a watch on him. Five minutes.”

  Shea frowned. “He has whiskey up there.”

  Emma laughed. “Tell me something I don’t know. What the hell is going on between you two?”

  Shea felt herself flush. “Um, well…”

  Emma’s eyes widened. “Wow. That good, huh?”

  “Give me the damn drink.” She took the glass and walked toward the stage as Emma continued to giggle. A week had passed since their first “date”, and since then, Travis had backed away from their physical attraction. Shea hadn’t minded slowing things down. Her mind was still trying to process a million different pieces of information about the mysterious man, in addition to her attempts to hide her living at the club. She was reaching system overload.

  She knew one thing for certain. Travis called to her like no other man she’d ever met. This past week, he’d taken her on lots of field trips—as he called them—around L.A., showing her all the local tourist traps as well as some off-the-beaten-track places. He’d been a fun companion and as each day passed, she found herself falling deeper under his spell.

  However, she still sensed his unease anytime her affections brought her too close to him physically. One day, he’d been looking at John Travolta’s handprints in front of Grauman’s Chinese Theatre. She’d walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist in a friendly hug. Travis stiffened as his fingers gripped her wrists tighter than a vise to pull her away. She’d released him immediately. When he turned, he’d tried to make light of his reaction. He said she’d startled him but she’d seen the fear, the panic in his eyes.

  After that, she’d kept a wide berth, allowing him to make the physical overtures. Unfortunately, that only left her more confused. He’d spent most of the week holding her hand or with his arm wrapped around her shoulder. He’d kissed her no less than a thousand times, so clearly he didn’t have a problem with being close to her, just with her initiating the touches.

  She sighed. She needed to let it go. For the first time in her life, things appeared to be going her way and in typical Shea fashion, she was looking five steps ahead for what could go wrong. It was time to start enjoying life instead of always looking for the catch, the negative.

  The door to Travis’ office opened before she could knock. He took the glass of liquor from her and placed it on the coffee table.

  “Shut the door. We don’t have much time, so we’re going to have to make this quick.”

  She closed the door. “We don’t have any time. Travis, I’m working.”

  “I know,” he said. “You’re a waitress and I just ordered a drink. I’ve watched you with the customers. One of the reasons your tips are so good is because you’re friendly. You make conversation that usually lasts a few minutes. All I want is my conversation.”

  He glanced toward the window overlooking the theater and pointed. Shea caught a glimpse of Emma standing along the back wall. She was looking at her watch and grinning. “She’s set a timer on me.”

  Shea nodded. “She said she would.”

  “So this will be short and sweet.” Travis led her to his desk, which she noticed he’d cleaned off. Actually, the whole office looked tidy.

  “Housekeeper come through today?”

  Travis didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down in one fell swoop.

  “Hey, I thought you were kidding about the quickie.”

  He laughed. “Jesus. I like to think I have more stamina than that. Tonight I’ll be giving you lessons in sex toys.” He pointed to an open box near the desk. “I ordered a few presents for you. They arrived today.”

  Shea glanced back toward the window in time to see Emma holding up three fingers. “Three minutes doesn’t seem like a lot of time to—”

  Travis placed his hand on her upper back, cutting off the rest of her comment. He pressed her down until her chest was flat against the desk surface. “You’re right. It’s not.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out two glass balls.

  “Pretty.”

  “They’re Ben Wa balls.” He bent and grabbed a tube from the box. “And this is lube, but I don’t need to tell you that.”

  He ran his finger along her slit and Shea shivered. After months of abstinence following the hottest sex of her life last weekend, she’d been a walking, talking powder keg of pent-up sexual needs. Travis dropped the lube back in the box. “Guess we won’t be needing that.”

  He chuckled and she shook her head. He made their sexual games so easy, fun.

  Shea gasped when he pressed the first ball inside her pussy. She suspected she soaked his hand with even more juices. Everything he did to her was unexpected and fucking hot.

  “When did you start getting wet, Shea? When you climbed the stairs to my office? When Emma told you I wanted to see you? When?”

  He pushed the second ball in as well and Shea lost her power of speech. His finger lightly grazed her clit and she groaned. Vaguely she recalled the need for haste, but at that moment, she was ready to say screw the club, her job and Emma. Her pussy muscles clenched around the balls. “God.”

  Travis grasped her upper arm and helped her rise. Bending, he put her panties back on.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  Travis looked back toward the window and Shea’s gaze followed. Emma was holding up one finger. Shit. They were nearly out of time.

  Travis cupped her cheek in his palm. “The show is going to begin soon, but I won’t be watching it. I’ll be watching you, waiting tables, carrying those glass balls in your cunt. I’m going to study your face, your body, to see how they arouse you. Tonight, you’re my fantasy show, Shea.”

  She licked her lips at the thought. He expected her to work with those two balls inside her. She briefly considered protesting then did an internal eye roll. Yeah, right. Like she didn’t want this.

  “The show will start in a few minutes. I think I’m going to need another drink in two hours. I want you to bring it to me. We’ll have your second lesson then.”

  There were more lessons? Shea felt drunk with horniness. He intended to play thi
s game all night?

  Um, yes please.

  She nodded, not trusting her voice to come out.

  Travis frowned. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.” She knew their time was up. She walked to the door and opened it.

  At the last minute, she turned around. “Travis—I got wet the second I walked into work today and looked up at your window.”

  * * * *

  Shea spent the next two hours in a haze of never-ending arousal and sensation. She had to work her Kegel muscles to keep the balls inside, but every clench sent electricity pulsing through her body as they reverberated against each other. More exciting and intoxicating than the balls was the knowledge that Travis was watching every move she made. She imagined him sitting on his couch with his pants unzipped, his thick cock in his hand. She closed her eyes and tried to take a deep, steadying breath.

  “He’s at it again.”

  Shea jumped, startled from her racy daydream by Emma.

  “Oh damn, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. Are you feeling okay?” Emma asked. “You look kind of flushed.”

  “I’m fine. It’s just a bit warm in here tonight.”

  Emma nodded. “Full house. Maybe I should crank up the air a bit more. Travis wants you to deliver this.”

  Shea had been so consumed with the magic happening in her body, she’d lost track of time. “Five minutes again?”

  Emma nodded. “Yep.”

  She climbed the stairs, anticipation making her tingle. What would he show her next?

  She walked in and was again greeted by Travis, who took the drink from her. This time, he tipped it up to his lips and drained it in one gulp.

  “Feeling parched?” she teased.

  “I’m burning up, and I suspect the fever will only continue to rise.” He began to unbutton her blouse.

  “Hey. What about the balls?”

  He studied her face, concern written on his. “Those stay in unless they’re causing you pain.”

  She shook her head rapidly. “No, no pain. Well, I mean…” Truth was she was in agony, but nothing short of Travis fucking her for hours on end would cure that ache.