Blue Knight

by Tracy Cooper-Posey

  She was swiftly losing track of any external concerns and sensations except for those Daniel provided.

  His lips moved lower, leaving a moist trail.

  Olivia moaned, knowing the targets of his mouth’s wanderings. She thrust her hand into his hair, guiding him.

  He pulled her hand away. “No, you don’t.”

  Abruptly, she was swept up off her feet. In two long strides, he reached the side of the bed. He dumped her on the covers. “Take off the robe,” he told her, “and give me the tie.” He picked up her satin sash from the bedside table. His blue eyes were glittering in the low light. His cock was ramrod straight, beating against his stomach. Clearly, she wasn’t the only one who liked this.

  She shivered and did as he ordered. She dropped the robe over the other side of the bed, onto the floor.

  With the pillows removed, the posts for the headboard were exposed at the base. Daniel tied one end of each tie around each post. Then he climbed onto the bed and curled an arm under her waist, picked her up and tossed her farther up the bed, closer to the head of it.

  He tied her wrist to the base of the headboard with the satin sash, stretching out her arm to make it reach.

  Her other arm was stretched and tied in a similar fashion.

  “Now I get to do what I want,” Daniel murmured.

  A thrilling frisson ran through her.

  “Do your worst,” she mocked him.

  “Oh, I intend to,” he assured her. He moved to the end of the bed and spread her legs as wide as they could go. “I want a preview, too,” he told her, settling between her thighs.

  She sucked in her breath, cold shock touching her, but before the shock could settle into her system, his tongue swiped through her cleft, from anus to clit.

  Olivia almost lifted off the bed. This time the shock was hot and thick with pleasure. The gasp that tore from her throat hurt.

  Daniel pushed her thighs wider. “Do you want me to tie your legs down too?” he warned, his voice thick and silky. His thumb circled around her inner thigh, high up by the swell of her labia and it was making her wriggle and her hips thrust.

  Olivia shook her head. Her breath was ragged already.

  “Then keep your legs open, so that I can see what you have.” He lowered himself down so that he was looking at her and Olivia struggled against the need to bring her legs together. This was just like Serrano had made her do, but then, fury had sustained her. Now it was acutely uncomfortable.

  “Daniel—” she began.

  “Shhh.” His fingertips touched her nether lips, then slipped inside her. She caught her breath.

  “Mmm, you like that.”

  “Of course,” she murmured. “But….”

  He smiled as he worked the very tips of his fingers against the edges of her muscles. She strained against them, trying to draw them in, but they were miniscule compared to what she was used to and compared to what she preferred and wanted.

  “You want more,” Daniel finished. He pushed his three fingers in farther, down to perhaps the second knuckles.

  Olivia caught her breath again. It was more. It was a little bit better, but still not nearly enough.

  “You’re so wet and hot and tight,” Daniel said. “You’re tightening up around my fingers.”

  “More,” she told him, her hands clamping into fists around the ties.

  “No.” He twisted the fingers to and fro, making the knuckles rub and tease against the walls of her pussy and driving her insane instead of giving her what she asked for. Olivia could feel her back arching and lifting, her breasts pushing up in unconscious offering. She couldn’t help it. She was dying here. He wasn’t giving her what she wanted.

  “Harder!” she begged.

  He pushed the fingers as deep as they could go and hooked them upward to stroke her G-spot. At the same time he leaned forward a few inches and sucked her clit into his mouth. His teeth bit down on it gently as his tongue flicked at it in hard, probing swipes.

  Olivia’s breath whooshed out of her and it took her several heartbeats to relearn how to breathe again. Then air drew back into her lungs in hard, stuttered, gasping breaths as her body twitched and spasmed in response to Daniel’s hand and mouth.

  Heat, moisture, softness and silvered electricity seemed to be blooming and firing out from his hands and mouth, spreading over her in successive waves. His arms were holding down her thighs and her arms were pinned. Olivia was helpless to do anything but let the waves spread over her for minutes on end.

  But before her orgasm hit her, Daniel stopped.

  Olivia lifted her head. “No!” she said, gasping. “Don’t stop!”

  His eyes were sleepy, half-hooded. His smile was lazy. “Who’s stopping?” He slid off the bed. His cock, she saw, was still erect but now a deep red and throbbing. There were veins pulsing along the shaft, proving he was deeply aroused.

  He walked over to the window where he’d thrown the pillows. He moved carefully around the pattern of light on the carpet, reached for one of the bigger pillows sitting beneath the window and brought it back to the bed.

  He pushed the pillow under her hips, lifting her and opening her up to him. She bit back a moan. The position made her feel both vulnerable and wicked at once. There were all sorts of possibilities having herself held open in this way.

  Daniel picked up the butt plug from the bedside table and smeared lubricant on it.

  Olivia’s pussy clamped hard as fresh excitement coursed through her. She didn’t think it was possible to become even more aroused, but her clit was tingling and throbbing even harder and her pussy was actually gushing. She tried to control her breathing, to hide just how turned-on she was getting from watching Daniel prepare the plug.

  Then she gave up. Daniel could see through her every facial expression even when she was calm. Right now, when he had her whole body to read, she was wasting her time.

  She wriggled on the bed.

  Daniel smiled. It was a lift of the corner of his mouth. His eyes got a twinkle that meant he was hiding his amusement. “And I thought you were such an uptight little diplomat. My, my.”

  “Fuck you, Daniel.”

  “Oh, you will,” he said. The heavy promise in his voice was enough to make her whimper. Whimper. If her hands had been free she would have clapped one of them over her mouth, appalled at such a sound coming out of her.

  Daniel knelt between her legs once more. Olivia felt a tightening in the base of her stomach, the same frisson that came from being spread open so much. Then she felt the touch of his finger against her anus. He rimmed it and she groaned. He was spreading lubricant, preparing her, but the touch came with its own pleasure and her hips rocked hard. Her pussy squeezed.

  Daniel exhaled. “Encantador,” he murmured.

  If he found it delightful, then he was no stranger to this sort of play either. Olivia felt something inside her relax that she hadn’t realized had been on guard.

  But Daniel was still stroking, still massaging. The tip of his finger eased inside the muscle of her anus a little, then went back to stroking, making her gasp and her hips to jerk and her pussy to clench. Her clit was throbbing and pulsing with delight. As the tension built up in her again she realized that he was teasing her. He was holding off inserting the plug because he knew she wanted it.

  “You bastard,” she hissed.

  His slow smile confirmed her guess.

  The touch of the plug made her almost yelp. He slipped the tip inside, then let it retreat.

  She was gasping. Straining to bear down on it and take it into herself.

  Daniel’s fingers brushed across her mons, then again.

  Olivia found her head was rolling from side to side as she tried to deal with the distracting stimulus. A butterfly touch of fingers came all over her nether lips, making her shudder, as the butt plug nudged briefly inside her and again retreated.

  A finger slipped inside her pussy and
was gone. Then another against her clit, briefly.

  The butt plug pushed inside her ass, deeper this time.

  She moaned Daniel’s name.

  But again the plug retreated and still the fingers kept up their shower of touches and teasing.

  The plug slid into her. Far into her. The ring of muscle stretched and tightened, but Daniel knew what he was doing. As soon as the muscle tightened he stopped, and still his fingers teased and swooped and dipped into her pussy and against her clit. Olivia found her eyes were closing even though she had said she wanted to see who was doing this to her at all times.

  She knew who this was. Neither Serrano or Ibarra were capable of this sort of lovemaking or this degree of creativity.

  Olivia gave herself up to the sensations and let her eyes close. The muscle in her ass relaxed and Daniel slid the plug all the way in and it seated itself.

  “Tan hermoso.” His voice was soft.

  She was beautiful? Olivia had never considered herself a beauty. She opened her eyes. Daniel was leaning over her again. His mouth closed over her mons and his tongue slid between the lips to stroke her clit.

  Olivia groaned, her body shuddering. Her climax was so, so close. Only a few more strokes. She pushed herself at him, lifting her pelvis up. “More,” she said, her voice hoarse.

  His tongue swirled around her clit one more time, then his lips moved on, up her pelvis to her stomach. He thrust his tongue into her navel, making her gasp, then moved on, always higher, his arms on either side of her, the muscles in his biceps and shoulders flexing and bunching. His lips trailed between her breasts then across the upper swell of them, around and down to her nipples. Finally, he sucked one into his mouth and bit it, his teeth tugging it and drawing it out while his tongue rasped over the end.

  Olivia tried to quiet her hoarse cry and failed. What Daniel was doing was just too good.

  He switched to the other breast and this time she managed to stay quiet.

  Then she realized that his cock was pressed up against her pussy. A thrill ran through her. She tried to open up even more, to ease him into her, but with the plug in her, it made her pussy opening tighter, smaller and crowded.

  “Not so fast,” he commanded. “I’m bigger than any set of toys you’ve ever had inside you, even that blue one of yours.” His voice was low, thick with arousal. His breath bathed her throat. “Even as hard as you want it, I don’t think you want pain.”

  She swallowed. “No.”

  “Then patience, mi querido.” His own breath was coming quick and heavy, despite his words.

  His cock pushed at her pussy and she moaned as it slipped inside her. She’d had no trouble taking Daniel inside her when they’d had sex before, but now Daniel felt huge. Her pussy clenched around him as he eased in one slow inch at a time.

  The whole time he watched her face, his blue eyes blazing with fervor. She had never seen him like this, with energy pouring from him so blatantly, his pleasure and desire so naked on his face and body. He had been until now a more sophisticated lover. A more urbane and contained man.

  This Daniel was raw and open.

  When he was fully inside her, she knew he had been right to take it slow. She could feel a stretching and tightness that her dildos had never given her before…and something else. A real live cock was so utterly different from toys, she knew that she would probably never be happy with substitutes again. Daniel had just ruined them for her, forever.

  This was perfect. This was, oh, heavenly!

  “God, fuck me, Daniel!” she breathed. “Quick, before I die and go to heaven!”

  He chuckled and she caught her breath as the sound did strange things to her insides. Then he slid his forearm under her back and his hand curled over her shoulder, the fingers just touching the dip in her clavicle.

  His lips hovered over hers. “I would like, one day, to be able to fuck you where you can freely scream my name. Ah, well….”

  He thrust very slowly into her once more, his hand tightening against her.

  Olivia caught her breath as the deep, pressured penetration sent the most profound groundswell rippling through her. She could feel her climax hovering, ready to burst upon her like a huge predatory animal. It had waited too long.

  “Oh, god, Daniel,” she whispered, trying to warn him. Her body began to shudder.

  He grew still as he realized the proximity of her climax, to try to let it subside, but it was too close. She had stepped over the line of no return. Olivia rolled her head back, gasping, as she writhed desperately, trying to claw her way to release any way she could.

  She felt tugging on her wrists and suddenly they drifted loose. Daniel had released them.

  His other hand slid under her shoulder. “Hold on,” he murmured against her temple.

  He began to thrust his cock into her, driving into her with hard, unrelenting strokes. It was exactly what she needed. Olivia tried to choke back her cry of relief and pleasure, as she dug her fingers into Daniel’s back and ass encouragingly. She could feel his hips working, flexing, as he pumped quicker and quicker. With each deep-seated stroke he was slamming up against her pelvis, kissing her swollen, aching clit with his body.

  It was all her climax needed to burst upon her and send a shot of industrial-strength electrified pleasure shooting along every nerve in her body. Everything clamped down, including her pussy. She opened her eyes wide, staring up at Daniel. The scream was locked in her throat. As soon as she could breathe, she knew that it would escape her.

  The climax thundered through her and her lungs relaxed, allowed her to pull air into her chest. Daniel’s mouth clamped over hers, muffling both her scream and his deep, guttural groan. His iron fingers gripped her hip as his cock emptied its semen into her. She could feel the hot spurts of cum up against her cervix.

  She fell back against the bed as the climax passed through her at last but Daniel caught her head and lowered it the last inch or so. His mouth lifted carefully, hovering just above hers. His breath matched hers—ragged and loud.

  As her heartbeat slowed, his lips nuzzled hers. Tasting. Sucking her lower lips between them. His tongue slid along both. “Peaches,” he murmured in Spanish. “Why peaches?”

  “I don’t understand,” she whispered back, instinctively staying with Spanish.

  “Later.” He lifted himself from her body and gently pulled the butt plug out and dropped it onto her bathrobe on the floor next to the bed. Then he picked her up by the waist, lifted and flipped her so she was on her stomach. He tossed the pillow away.

  Olivia held her tongue in check, but her pulse skittered in anticipation.

  Daniel’s hands were on her waist again. This time he picked her up and turned her ninety degrees so that she was facing the wall opposite the one with the bathroom door in it and put her on her hands and knees.

  The door to enter the room was to the immediate left, close to the head of the bed. The two big sash windows were opposite. The bathroom was behind her. The wall she faced was made of a big closet with sliding doors, covered in mirrors.

  Daniel’s hand was under her chin, lifting it.

  “Now you get to watch who is fucking you again,” he said, still in Spanish.

  She stared at herself in the mirror, fascinated with a view she had never seen before. She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly fucked and was replete. Well, that part was true. But she also looked like a woman she had never seen in the mirror before.

  She normally took pains to keep her hair combed, straight and tidy. It was now drying into the natural waves that were the bane of her life. She looked…wild. Her eyes held a light she had never seen in them and she was naked and on all fours. She looked exotic and wicked, which was something she would never have attributed to staid Olivia Davenport, junior diplomat.

  Then there was the man behind her in the mirror. The wonderful, glorious naked man who was staring at her with dark blue eyes, his thick cock beati
ng against his stomach, watching her watch him. She thrilled at the sight of him, her body throbbing with a rare delight.

  He wants me, she thought with feminine satisfaction.

  His eyes narrowed as she looked at him. “That expression,” he growled. His hand slid into her hair and she felt pressure on her head, forcing her up off her arms. She lifted herself up, keeping her gaze locked on his in the mirror, until they were both kneeling on the bed, looking at each other.

  Daniel reached around in front of her to cup her breast, his fingers sliding along the under-swell. Back and forth. Back and forth. She watched his hand doing it in the mirror, mesmerized.

  “You must be a witch,” he said.

  “If you say so,” she said. “I don’t believe in such things.” His hand was making her nipple ache for attention and her clit throb again.

  “Of course you don’t.” He smiled. “Vistarians do. All the time.”

  She realized he wasn’t even aware he was speaking Spanish. He really had let down his guard. Just like that.

  “Daniel,” she pleaded softly as his hand on her breast circled the nipple in teasing little circuits.

  He pushed on her shoulder, dropping her back on her hands again. “Insatiable,” he complained, but his tone was that of a man with an appetite and his cock was still as rock-hard and erect as it had been when he walked out of the bathroom despite an orgasm that had left bruises on her hip from where his hand had clamped onto her. The bruises were minor compared to those Serrano had given her, but none of them hurt right now. Later, they would, she knew.

  Daniel’s teeth bit gently into her ass, making her jump. Then he kissed the spot. Making it better.

  She couldn’t help but push back against his mouth as his tongue slid over her flesh. The heat of his mouth was incredible and the nearness of his tongue and lips to her cleft was making her pussy and clit crawl with anticipation. Her pulse spiked.

  She tried to see what he was doing in the mirror, but her view was blocked by her own body.

  His fingers tugged at her nipples and she sucked in a gasp. It was unexpected and the sharp tugging felt different when she was on her hands and knees. She lifted her head again and saw the view through the mirror. It added an eroticism she had not expected. No wonder people taped themselves having sex. Just the thought of it made her pussy gush. To watch Daniel do the things he had done to her, whenever she wanted…oh, lord! Sweat dotted her temples and her breathing began to falter and labor.