Knight: A Club Alias Novel

by KD Robichaux

  I suck her bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling it before soothing away the sting with my tongue, and as she gasps in pleasure, I begin my descent down the only body that fills my every thought, my every fantasy.

  I rub my cheek against the supplest breasts I’ve ever felt in my life, thinking about how many times I’ve rested my head here while she runs her hands through my hair, comforting me after she’s woken me up from nightmares filled with the ghosts of my fallen brothers. No one has ever been able to bring me peace the way she always has.

  I kiss down to her stomach, licking around her navel, smiling before nipping at the softness below her belly button. So much joy has come from just sharing meals with my Clarice. And what a loss all those good memories would’ve been if she worried about trying to flatten this beautiful curve.

  I let go of her hands, and just like I knew she would, they dive into my hair. But she must sense this night is not about power and control, because her fingers don’t tug or twist the strands. She scratches her nails gently over my scalp, sending a scattering of chills down my spine as I groan against her perfect flesh.

  I move lower, pressing wet kisses down her legs. She loses her grip on my hair as I sit up on my knees, pulling her leg up by her ankle so I can nip her toes, seeing her eyes shimmer as she watches me with a small smile on her face. Her hand rests lazily next to her jaw, her pretty white teeth biting lightly on her thumbnail as her dark eyes follow my every move. These little feet have traveled the world with me. We’ve been to so many places together, both good and bad. Both business and pleasure. And there’s no one in this world I would’ve rather been to heaven, hell, and back with than her.

  Lying back down between her legs, the backs of her thighs resting against my shoulders, I see her pussy glistening with need, and I can’t help but thrust my aching cock into the mattress. I breathe her in, her scent intoxicating; her want for me couldn’t be more evident.

  “You’re so beautiful here, sweet Clarice,” I whisper, and she whimpers, unused to hearing her name during our intimate times. Since we have a D/s sexual relationship, we call each other by the names we have for each other, the names that make us feel powerful when we wield them. But not tonight.

  The first swipe of my tongue from her very center up to her clit makes her shudder, and she reaches for my head once again. She threads her fingers through my hair, only cupping my skull, as if to anchor herself in this moment. I listen to her breath as I use different techniques—tight circles around her clit, sucking at her lips, diving deep inside with my tongue. But I know her body as well as my own, and I’m already aware of what sets my girl off.

  As I gently scrape my teeth over that little bundle of nerves, she sucks in a sharp breath, her muscles tightening. I glance up her delicious body to watch her beautiful face as I latch onto her most sensitive place, setting a pace with my mouth I know will make her detonate.

  “Oh, God!” Her brow furrows, eyes closed tightly as her mouth forms an O as she pants. Her hips jerk, but I hold her steady as she comes, feeling the muscles of her lower half work instinctually.

  When she sinks back into the covers, I lap at her juices, spreading them over her so I won’t hurt her when I make her mine. Coming up on my knees, I crawl over her, hovering above her with my fists on either side of her head. Her eyes open lazily, a slow smile spreading across her face as she looks up at me.

  “Definitely worth the tears,” she murmurs, turning her head to press a kiss to my wrist next to her.

  I chuckle, saying against her lips, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet, beautiful.” She makes to sit up, but I trap her with my much bigger body, lowering to my elbows. “Uh-uh. Not tonight.” I shake my head, kissing her cheek. “Tonight, we’re doing something we’ve never done before. There is no dominance and submission.” I kiss beneath her jawline. “There are no demands.” I press my lips just below her ear, feeling her squirm. “There is no Mistress and her good boy.” I wrap one arm beneath the small of her back, pressing her softness up against my rigid planes. “There is no Knight and his lover.” I dip down and rub my bearded chin over her nipples, making her gasp. “There’s only you and me, baby. Brian and Clarice.”

  Finally, I sink into her, my eyes wanting to close in bliss but I fight to keep them open just to watch for the—

  She inhales sharply, then “Oooh.”

  There it is.

  One of my favorite parts of our couplings. The fact that I can still get that reaction out of her every time I slide inside her tight heat never fails to make me feel like the king of the world.

  My grip around her waist tightens as I thrust into her depths, making each plunge count as I go slow and deep. Her hips tilt to meet mine, and feeling myself hit her cervix, followed by hearing her startled squeak, I back off just a touch. I want this time to be all about pleasure without pain, no matter how much gratification both of us normally receive from it.

  “Harder,” she begs, but I shake my head, keeping my strokes measured.

  “Not happening, my love,” I tell her, and her eyes widen. Taking her mouth in a kiss so passionate it makes me groan, I allow myself to become aware of every inch of our touching skin. “God, Clarice. I fucking love the way your soft curves cradle me like they were molded to fit only me.” My hand around her back squeezes her generous hip. I lean down to suck one nipple into my mouth, letting it go with a pop. “I love the way your arms and legs wrap around me, holding me to you like you never want to let me go.” I show the other nipple the same attention, my cock continuing its languid pace, and she whimpers with desire.

  “Never, Brian,” she whispers, and I look up at her, meeting her chocolate eyes.

  “Say it again,” I murmur, more of a plea than a command.

  “I never want to let you go, Brian,” she tells me quietly, her eyes suddenly swimming in tears.

  “You never have to, baby. I’m all yours. Always have been, always will be,” I say against her pouty lips. I grind against her, swiveling my hips until her eyes roll back, the tears leaking from the outer corners.

  “But—”

  “No. I am yours. And you are mine. Nothing else has to be said. As long as you understand that, no other words need to be spoken. There’s no need for me to ask you a question that would require you to answer. Then nothing will happen to me, baby.”

  I can see the wheels of her mind working, fighting to concentrate through the distraction of my dick plunging deeply, filling her to the brim, as she grows wetter with every thrust. Her juices coat me from the head of my cock to my balls that press against her ass with each downward motion.

  Finally, without saying the word that, in her mind, will invoke the curse that’s haunted her since she was a child, she agrees. “I’m yours, Brian. And you’re mine.”

  My heart feels like it could burst. And I’m not ashamed to admit this moment chokes me up, the ball of emotion catching in that space between my throat and chest. “I love you. So damn much,” I whisper in her ear, picking up my pace only slightly.

  “I love you,” she breathes, digging her fingers into my back, but not her nails. I fucking love how she can read my mind, communicating without words what I wanted for us this time. Her face is a mask of concentration, and I can feel her tilting her hips into different angles, trying to find the one that will take her to the edge. After a minute more of my teasing speed, her brow furrows in frustration. “Brian, I can’t….”

  I’ve tortured her long enough. I got what I’d been craving—to actually make love to the woman of my dreams. And now it’s time to give her what she needs. What we both need.

  Sitting up on my knees, I drape her legs over my forearms, gripping the soft but muscular flesh of her thighs. After spreading her wide, my gaze doesn’t know where it wants to settle as I thrust into her, faster and harder than before, but still not enough to register as pain. Her delicious tits bounce with every movement of my hips. Her bare pussy milks my cock as it disappears within her depths only to
reappear half a second later coated in her wetness. My length has darkened, the veins bulging the closer I get to the peak. But it’s when my eyes land on her face, her perfect features contorted in ecstasy, that I feel that familiar warmth start to spread throughout my center.

  “I’m so close,” she whines. “Please. Just a little harder. I can’t… please!”

  I give in, letting go of my control and pounding into her, growling in pleasure as her inner muscles clamp around me.

  “Yes! Oh, God. Brian. I’m coming,” she mewls, and it’s my undoing.

  I let her legs fall to the bed as I come forward to grip the edge of the mattress above her head as I grind my release into her, coating every solitary inch of her greedy walls with my cum. Her orgasm sucks at my cock as she moans, her arms holding onto me for dear life while she shudders in bliss.

  I bury my face in the place between her neck and her shoulder, my every intake of breath filled with her scent. Her fingers on my back lighten as her aftershocks subside, her legs falling to the sides as she lets out a heavy sigh of relief.

  I could stay like this forever, if I weren’t afraid I’d crush her tiny frame. So instead, I finally roll us over so she’s on top, sprawled across me in her most favorite place to be.

  Clarice

  “IN LIGHT OF the last session, and since you two seem to have come to an understanding about the status of your friendship,” Doc says, heavily emphasizing the word, “today I’d like for both of you to pick up where Brian left off at the end of his appointment the day you arrived.”

  I look over at Brian curiously. “Where did you leave off?”

  “The clinic, about a week before I was released,” he replies with a smile. “I was going to tell him about how my memories came back about that day the IED went off, but we ran out of time.”

  “Ah, nice,” I state. “Go ahead, big guy.”

  He sits up a little straighter. “After going through her pictures again, this time on the computer so I could see details, my memory of what I saw right before the IED went off came back to me. I was in an alley between mud huts, and when I heard voices and glanced inside one of the windows, there was an American man speaking with an Afghani. From what I could gather in the seconds before all hell broke loose, the American was selling the other man an incredibly large amount of weaponry.”

  “I assume you told your commanding officer this information after your recollection,” Doc prompts.

  “Of course. And the last I heard before I got out of the military was that the IED that went off was actually set up by the American man as a security system. It was one hell of a way to warn him that people were around who might see what he was in the middle of doing,” Brian says. “And the perfect distraction for him to slip away undetected.”

  Doc’s brow furrows. “How did they figure that out?”

  “Well, terrorists over there will make IEDs out of anything metal they can find. Anything that could hurt someone if projected at your body, they stick it in there. The pressure plate, if they’re smart, is usually a little distance away from the explosive itself, taking into consideration their target is moving. So the walking victim would step on the plate, which would set off a timer, and then, if timed correctly, the explosion goes off once the person is near it,” Brian explains, sending a shiver up my spine. He’s broken this down for me before, and the next part always makes me feel nauseated.

  He continues, “They like to play mind games. They don’t want you actually to die. They want you to live and be miserable. They started off putting them in the ground or on the side of the road, but then they began putting them inside animals, and when us sympathetic Americans go over to the check on the poor creatures, they blow us the fuck up. And then they discovered placing the IEDs higher, where the explosion would go off near the victim’s waist to emasculate them, did more psychological damage than losing a limb.”

  Doc closes his eyes, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, and blows out a breath. When he seems to collect himself, he asks, “So when the IED went off, how could they tell it was the American and not one placed there by an Afghani?”

  “Everything else was completely perfect—we would’ve never been able to tell otherwise—but the motherfucker had used an American Duracell battery in the detonator. He’d tried to place it close enough and use enough fuel to destroy all evidence completely, but lo and behold, there the little tattletale was.” Brian smirks.

  “And nothing has come to light about the man you saw through the window?” Doc questions, rubbing his beard.

  He shakes his head. “Nope. The great mystery of my life. I’ve even had Seth run all sorts of checks, anyone with a history of arms dealings who have facial tattoos. I know if I saw his face I’d recognize him, but he’s been able to stay off the radar for over a decade.” He shrugs. “In that line of work, he’s most likely already dead. What little sleep I get at night is thanks to that thought.”

  Doc writes something down on his notepad then shifts his intelligent eyes to me. “What about you, Clarice? What do you remember about the week before he was released?”

  “Well, Doc, that last week in the clinic, we grew unbreakably closer. I quickly figured out I could talk to him about anything, and there would be no judgment, and he was genuinely interested in what I had to say. I have to admit, I was pretty addicted to the way this big, heroic man hung on my every word. I mean, after all, I had just watched him save a plethora of lives, and yet there he was, looking up to me?”

  Brian takes my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss my knuckles before resting it on his thigh.

  I continue, “It was hard to believe the soldier in that village, taking control and executing his job flawlessly, was the same sweet, innocent young man I was getting to know in the hospital. So when our conversations started delving deeper, turning to more intimate discussions, the feeling was intoxicating. Instead of it making me feel like… I don’t know, a skank for being so much more experienced than he was, it made me feel… powerful. Mature. Knowledgeable. And he never once looked at me like I was dirty. I mean, I know I’m a few years older than him, so it would be expected I’d know a couple more things about sex. But since I was already into the lifestyle by then, I had so much to talk about that he’d never even fantasized about before.”

  Doc nods, making notes on his pad of paper. “It’s the same high a teacher gets when educating their students. It’s a powerful feeling, knowing something someone else doesn’t and then being able to pass on that knowledge. I’m sure you’ve heard the saying ‘knowledge is power.’”

  “Makes sense to me.” I shrug.

  “So did the two of you become intimate during that week?” Doc asks.

  Brian shakes his head. “No. Not yet.”

  “Believe me, I tried,” I grumble, rolling my eyes.

  Brian snorts. “Hey, I was already feeling a little possessive. There weren’t even any real walls. I didn’t want anyone hearing or walking in and seeing any part of you.”

  “Ah, the innocence of babes,” I singsong. “I got you to change your mind on that at the club in Vegas. You know you liked doing that flogging demonstration in front of all those people.”

  He lifts one shoulder. “That was a cool one-time thing, but I wouldn’t want t—”

  “Calm your tits, big guy. I’m only teasing. I know you’ve gotten more protective over the years. And I prefer it that way as well. Now, where were we? Oh yeah, the first time we did the deed.” I smiled over at his handsome face before turning back to Doc. “So, shortly after his release from the clinic, he got back to work, staying there in Afghanistan, and I flew back home to New York. I’m definitely no writer, but along with my photographs and a ghostwriter, I was able to put together the article about Brian. What was meant to be a spread about our soldiers over there, fighting the war, became so much more. Even though the focus narrowed until it was mostly on Bri, it hit harder than an overview. He was a hero the people cou
ld root for, instead of their thoughts being spread thinly over a whole army. And in turn, every soldier became Brian in the minds of strangers, something more people could understand.”

  “Like a sports story. Tell the tale of one underdog’s success, and even people who don’t care about sports will suddenly become a fan long enough to enjoy the story,” Doc reiterates.

  “Yes! Exactly,” I say excitedly, happy he understands what I’m trying to convey. “So anyway, we never stopped talking. He called when he could, and we e-mailed nearly every day. In a way, it was like an old-fashioned relationship, writing letters to each other. Talking about anything and everything. Becoming super close through our minds without our bodies being added to the mix. I think that’s why we’ve meant so much to each other for so long, because we had that time to fully know each other on the inside before we added anything physical.”

  Doc nods. “Most definitely. Very astute of you to figure that out.”

  I beam over at Brian, and he squeezes my hand.

  “A couple of months later, I came home, and she was there to meet me on the tarmac,” Brian picks up.

  “And that’s when I finally got my hands on him.” I grin.

  Eleven Years Ago

  LaRue Suites Hotel

  THE SMILE ON Brian’s face when he saw me standing there on the tarmac, holding my Welcome Home, Big Guy sign, was absolutely priceless. The groan he let out when the first place I stopped was Smithfield’s BBQ, just like he’d dreamed about all those months ago, went straight to my lady business. And the unconscious moans that slipped from his throat as he devoured three pulled pork and coleslaw sandwiches sealed the deal for me. I wouldn’t be able to rest until those sounds were caused by what I was doing to that irresistible body of his.