“Yes and no. It’s just images right now.”
“Tell me.”
“You...naked.”
“Good image.”
“And on top of me. I love being tied down,” Lance confessed, his hand moving faster on himself.
“You look amazing in leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I bet with your body you’d look incredible in a black leather chest harness. Maybe some armbands for those amazing biceps of yours.”
“I’m fantasizing about you fucking me, and you’re fantasizing about dressing me up?”
“It’s a girl thing. You have a great body. I’d love to show it off to the world. Or at least my kinky little corner of it.”
“Gorgeous body? You’ve forgotten the scars.”
“Scars are sexy. Scars mean you’ve lived.”
Nora felt Lance’s pulse beating against her hand, growing harder every second.
“What else do you see, Lance?”
He opened his eyes and looked at her.
“A future with you. Maybe.”
Nora swallowed and whispered, “Big maybe. Now come for me.”
With a soft gasp Lance came, semen shooting out and landing on his stomach.
“God, I needed that,” he said, his body relaxing deep into the couch.
“I could tell.”
“And I think I need a tissue. Maybe three...” He glanced down at the semen decorating his stomach and laughed. She adored him for the laugh because it meant he had no shame, no embarrassment about his body, about his sexuality. Many of her submissive clients were ashamed, embarrassed, and scared to come out of the closet. Not Lance. Not at all.
“Let me,” she said, dipping her head. With a quick flick of her tongue she lapped up a small patch of semen. Lance groaned as he slid a hand into her hair.
“You’re a sadist, Mistress Nora.”
She looked up at him with a wicked grin on her face.
“You’re like the perfect male submissive. How did that happen? I want twelve of you.”
Lance gave her a half-smile. “I have this drive to be perfect at things,” he said. “Always have. I was the five-year-old kid who made Lego houses you could live in. I wanted to be the perfect Navy SEAL, and I was until I got wounded. I tried to be the perfect husband and then the perfect father. That blew up in my face. Now, at least I can be the perfect sub. With you anyway. With you and for you, Mistress.”
Nora grabbed a box of tissues off the end table.
“Here. Clean up. We’ll go get some lunch or something. If we don’t get you out of this house soon, I won’t be held accountable for the things I do to you.”
She slid across him and headed to her bathroom. Halfway there she heard the klaxon tone of her hotline phone blaring from her kitchen. She took a detour and grabbed the phone.
“Ça va?” Nora asked as she answered the phone. “Any news?”
“Oui,” Kingsley said. “Bad news first.”
“What’s the bad news?”
“The man who attacked Natasha?”
“What about him?”
“Elle...he broke into your dungeon.”
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The Last Good Knight
Part IV: Fit to Be Tied
Tiffany Reisz
An Original Sinners Story
Told in Five Parts
The Last Good Knight: An Original Sinners novella told in five parts.
Part IV: Fit to Be Tied
With her feelings for Lance warring with her recent encounter with Søren, Nora returns to Lance’s bed and finds herself toying with the idea of...toying with him on a permanent basis. But, after she gets a glimpse into his personal angst, Nora realizes she has the power to rescue this white knight...
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Fit To Be Tied
“What? He was in my dungeon?” Nora demanded.
“That’s also the good news.”
“Please tell me someone caught him in the act.”
“Let’s just say you owe our friend Griffin Fiske a debt of gratitude. I can guess in what form he’ll take repayment.”
“Griffin?”
“I underestimated Griffin. He’d make an excellent bodyguard. I should apologize to the man.”
“How bad is it?”
“Let’s just say you’re going to need to a new rug, Maîtresse. Yours is...bloody. And the culprit is in the hospital.”
Nora listened for a few minutes as Kingsley told her the story. They hung up and Nora returned to the living room and found Lance picking his shirt up off the floor.
“You’re not going to need that,” she said, nodding at the shirt in his hands.
“Why not?”
“They caught him. And by ‘they’ I mean my friend Griffin caught him breaking into my dungeon. Griffin beat the shit out of the guy.”
“Thank God you weren’t there,” Lance said sounding genuinely relieved.
“I know. I wouldn’t have been nearly as merciful as Griffin. I would have killed him and then gotten arrested. Again. If he laid a finger on my red-and-black riding crop, I swear to God I’ll rip his heart out.”
“Special crop?”
“Christmas present,” she said. “From my priest.”
“You are a weird Catholic.”
“There is no other kind,” she said.
“This is the guy who beat up Mistress Natasha? They’re sure?”
“Natasha came to a couple hours ago. She knew the guy—client of hers with money trouble. King was right. Just a robbery. He got five thousand dollars off Natasha. Decided to see if the other dominatrixes in the city also kept cash on them. Has a nasty drug problem apparently. Owed a lot of money to dealers.”
“I want to beat the shit out of him, too. Why does this Griffin guy get to have all the fun?”
“Speaking of having all the fun...you know what this means, right?”
“Tell me,” Lance said, a smiling forming on his lips.
“You’re not my bodyguard anymore.”
Lance let his shirt drop from his fingers. This time he didn’t bother to fold the damn thing.
“Good boy.”
Lance followed her up the stairs. The second he stepped into her bedroom, Nora shoved him hard against the wall and kissed him with everything in her.
“This is what’s going to happen,” she said, between soft bites of his lips. “I’m going to cuff you to my bed. Then I’m going to decorate the front of your body with a set of welts and bruises to match the set on your back. And then I’m going to climb on your cock and ride it until it breaks off. You have any objections to that plan?”
“Only the part about my cock breaking off, Mistress.” He started to reach for her but Nora caught his hands and pressed them into the wall.
“That was erotic hyperbole.”
“Then no, I have no objections.”
“Good. Not that I would have changed my plans if you did. You’re mine today.”
“All yours. Every part of me.”
Nora’s heart clenched at the solemn tone of his pledge. If only she could believe that; if only she could keep him. Then again...maybe he meant it. Maybe she could keep him. Maybe she would keep him.
“Get rid of the clothes. Pull the covers back. Lay in the center of the bed. Say hello to my ceiling. Now.” She snapped her fingers and Lance immediately unzipped his pants. He’d just come a few minutes ago but she could see that he was already getting aroused again.
As Lance moved to follow her orders—naked, covers back, center of bed, hello ceiling—Nora threw open her closet and dug for supplies. Playing on the front of the body required a bit more finesse than the back did. With the thicker skin on the back of the body one ha
d to work very hard to do real damage back there. But the front of the body had all those pesky internal organs to deal with.
Nora found her smallest, thinnest cane—a white plastic little beauty no bigger than a conductor’s baton. She also found her smallest flogger with the thin sharp tails. She didn’t know if Lance liked CBT or not. Guess she’d find out.
“Comfortable there?” she asked, emerging from her closet with all the necessary supplies.
“I want to die in this bed.” Lance stretched out, luxuriating on her black sheets. Goddamn, the man should be legally required to be naked constantly.
“I’m not into necrophilia,” Nora said.
“I want to live in this bed.”
“Better,” she said as she opened the side table drawer. She pushed aside her vibrator collection and dug until she found the wrist and ankle cuffs she kept in a box. “Keep enjoying the bed. I’m not planning on letting you out of it for a few hours.”
“Can’t think of any better way to spend a Sunday.”
“Helluva a lot better than church anyway. Now give me your wrist.”
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 Econ 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. 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 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 again, 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.
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