Knight And Play

by Kitty French

  “You’re overdressed.”

  Naked beneath the robe, Sophie’s pulse accelerated.

  He watched her in silence for a long few seconds, and when she didn’t move to undress, he reached down and flicked the top button of his own jeans open instead. Sophie blinked hard, her eyes following his fingers as he worked the second button open. She cleared her throat as he went for the third. His golden, sculpted navel gleamed in the candle glow. As he released the last button, he pushed his jeans down and stepped free of them, then straightened, buck naked and utterly nonchalant.

  “See? No clothes. Easy.” He spread his hands wide, and Sophie gorged on the visual feast he was offering her.

  He was easily the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, in real life, or in magazines or movies. All gleaming hard planes and athletic, lean muscle. Sophie’s eyes strayed lower, beyond his navel.

  Christ. His cock. She pulled in her breath hard as she stared at the thick, long curve standing rigid against his abdomen. Despite the fact that she’d experienced him so intimately inside her, this was the first chance she’d had to see him fully naked. He took her breath away.

  When she eventually dragged her eyes back up to his face, she found that cocky half smile back in place on his lips. He knew the effect he was having on her. He turned away.

  God, how her fingers itched to touch those broad, inked shoulders, to trail down the length of his granite spine to his perfectly curved backside. Sophie puffed her fringe out of her eyes. If Lucien had been around in the Renaissance period, sculptors would have gouged out their own eyeballs for a chance to sculpt him.

  He turned back around and tipped his head to one side.

  “Your turn.”

  Sophie caught her bottom lip between her teeth, trapped between nerves and the desire to comply. Desire won. She got slowly to her feet, and Lucien moved around her to take her place on the edge of the bed. He planted his hands on the fur throw behind him, his cock looming large and shameless in front of him.

  Sophie licked her dry lips and reached for the belt of the gown.

  “Turn around.”

  She hadn’t expected instruction, but accepted his request with a tingle of lust in her groin. Her back turned, she released the belt.

  “Go slow.”

  His low command made her revise her plan to drop the robe, and she shimmied it just one shoulder off instead.

  “Good girl.”

  Encouraged, she slid the other shoulder down, but kept hold of the robe as it slipped down her spine, holding it as a seductive cover over her bottom. She turned to throw a saucy glance at Lucien over one shoulder and found him slowly stroking the length of his hard cock with one hand.

  Her jaw dropped and she turned away quickly, letting the robe fall to the floor. The knowledge that he was behind her, lazily masturbating, turned her knees to jelly, and a snake pit of nerves writhed in her gut as she willed herself to be brave. She turned back around to face him.

  He didn’t take his hand away from his erection as he nodded slowly, his eyes sliding from her face to her breasts. Sophie felt her nipples pucker into ripe beads under his scrutiny, and she could barely get her breath as his eyes travelled lower. Her hands were awkward at her sides, and she knew her cheeks were pink with discomfort and desire in equal measure.

  Lucien stared at her crotch and stroked himself for a second longer, then licked his lips and stood up.

  His height above hers struck Sophie anew, further enhanced by the vulnerability of being naked.

  “You see?” He gestured to their bodies with his hands.

  “Man.” He touched his fingers to his chest and raised his eyebrows.

  “Woman.” He brushed his fingertips over the base of her throat.

  “Sex is natural.” He trailed one finger down the valley between her breasts to her navel, making her stomach muscles jitter in response. “And fucking beautiful.”

  His clear blue eyes held hers. “Now, forget everything else,” he said, “And Get. On. That. Bed.” He punctuated his words with heavy pauses, turning his invitation into a desire-laden demand that Sophie was powerless to resist.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  The fur throw was warm against Sophie’s naked back as she reclined, and the softness of the mattress beckoned her in. What a blissful bed. Even in her heightened state of sexual anticipation, Sophie couldn’t help but notice its cocoon-like warmth and comfort, in direct contrast to the dangerous man stretched out on his side next to her, holding a blindfold in his hand.

  His body was close enough to touch along the length of hers from shoulder to knee, his erection heavy on her hip. If he chose to move he could be inside her within a second, and the thought set a pulse throbbing between her legs.

  He trailed the silk blindfold over her skin. Across her breasts, over her stomach, hipbone to hipbone. Sophie sighed, relaxed by the whisper tease of the silk’s caress.

  “You remember what we said about this blindfold, Sophie?”

  Lucien stroked the black silk lightly between her legs, and she opened her thighs a little. The feel of his hand hovering but not quite touching her made her breath catch in her throat.

  Sophie closed her eyes for a moment, and then nodded and lifted her head. Lucien reacted immediately, placing the blindfold across her eyes and knotting it carefully in place.

  When she opened her eyes and saw only darkness, for a moment panic threatened to engulf her. “Lucien?” She spoke his name out loud, and his finger touched against her lips to calm her.

  “Sshh.” His lips brushed hers. “Your eyes will adjust to the darkness.”

  Sophie drew in a shuddering breath and found he was right.

  “Do I need a safe word?” she breathed anxiously, drawing something suspiciously like a laugh from Lucien.

  “No, really, you don’t. If you want me to stop, just say stop. But for the record… you won’t.”

  He was too confident. His finger stayed at her lips, tracing them gently, and she opened her mouth and nipped him. He took her jaw between his fingers and held it hard.

  “Don’t bite me,” he murmured warningly, and his hand strayed lower to encircle her throat. Sophie sucked in a breath then exhaled as she felt him lean across her body towards the bedside table. Lord, he was warm and heavy. She could hear a drawer scraping open. Was he reaching for a condom already? And then he was back beside her again and placing something unexpected in her hands.

  Sophie frowned behind the blindfold as her tentative fingers learned the outline of the two slender, smooth leather circles he’d given her. They were linked by a short, cool metal chain. Cuffs.

  “Lucien… I’m not sure about…” she whispered, but even to her own ears, her protests sounded hollow. The weight of the cuffs in her hands brought back memories of how he’d clamped her arms behind her back in the club, and she couldn’t deny the fact that she’d got off on the sensation. Her fingers traced the body-warm leather, discovering the cool metal stud on each bracelet that she guessed must adjust their size to fit.

  “Put your arms above your head,” Lucien ordered softly.

  Sophie trembled inside, but willingly offered up her hands.

  The first leather circle slipped over one of her wrists and Lucien’s careful fingers adjusted it so she couldn’t wriggle her hand free. Anxiety prickled through Sophie’s mind as she heard the chain rattle against metal, then Lucien’s fingers enclosed her other wrist. She pulled back a little, feeling the effect of the restraint.

  “Trust me.” He murmured, and brushed his mouth over hers before returning his attention to securing the second cuff.

  “There.” He finished his work. “Now test them. Make sure your hands don’t slide out.”

  His words came out as a dark, delicious order, and Sophie wriggled her wrists. Not only could she not get the cuffs off, but Lucien had passed the chain behind the metal fretwork of the bed, locking her arms in place. Captured, she gasped and arched her back, feeling the combined thril
l and shock of constraint.

  Lucien's low laugh rumbled in her ear. “I’ll take that as a yes, shall I? Try to relax.”

  Sophie wished she could. She knew her breasts must be jutting crudely upwards, but the restraints turned her on so much that she couldn’t soften her spine.

  She really wished she could see him. The double whammy of the loss of free movement and vision left her defenseless, and her body thrummed with erotic anticipation. Lucien was unpredictable at the best of times. With the deprivation of two of her senses, she upgraded him to downright lethal.

  Endless silent seconds stretched out without him touching her, and Sophie spun round a wheel of emotions… lust… fear… anxiety… back to delicious lust again. Her body screamed for his touch, and with every moment he made her wait, her nerves tightened to snapping point.

  And then came her reward. His warm, wet mouth fastened over one rock hard nipple as he traced an ice-cube around the other. She gasped out loud and arched forward even further, greedy for more. He sucked harder on her nipple until she felt it elongate in his mouth, while his fingers circled her other nipple with the ice cube. His mouth was hot. His fingers were icy. She squirmed, but the leather cuffs held her wrists firmly in place. Sophie jangled the chain against the metal bed like an unwilling prisoner, getting a sensual thrill from the rattle and the feeling of entrapment. She felt chained, totally at his mercy, and the submissive in her revelled in it. She wanted this man to do whatever he saw fit, to touch her everywhere, to possess her body in any way he wanted to.

  An ice cube slid into her navel, making her suck in air sharply.

  “Be still,” he said, the first time he’d spoken since he’d cuffed her. “Let it melt.” His hands were on her breasts, warming where she was chilled, cupping her fullness, massaging her as his tongue slid into her mouth.

  The ice cube started to melt against the heat of her skin and tiny rivulets of freezing water trickled around her waist. She tried to flex her body against the ticklish drips, but Lucien moved his knee to cover her legs and hold her down.

  “Be. Still.”

  Sophie found that she wanted to know what would happen if she disobeyed him.

  She breathed out hard, forcing her stomach muscles upwards in an effort to dislodge the melting cube.

  “Sophie…” he warned, low and sultry.

  A salacious thrill unfurled in her belly. He’d warned her twice.

  She had no clue how to play this game. Should she obey, or should she stray from compliance? What were the rules here? Dan had never lashed her to the bed and ordered her not to move while he melted ice in her belly button: this was all uncharted territory for her. The impulse to be naughty won out. She pursed her lips and flicked her hips. The ice cube flipped off her body, and she waited with bated breath.

  Lucien sighed, heavily and audibly, so she couldn’t miss it despite her blindfold. “Sophie. Do you want me to punish you?”

  She bit her lip, genuinely unsure.

  “I wasn’t planning on it, but you’re making my fingers itch to reach for the paddle in the drawer next to you.”

  Paddle? Okay… so maybe she should have obeyed him after all.

  “No paddle,” she breathed, and held her body stock still as his mouth drifted from the base of her throat to her pubic bone and back up again, his hand heavy on her thigh.

  “Better,” he murmured, and licked each of her nipples in turn. Long, slow sweeps of his tongue that made her moan with pleasure.

  “Better still.” He cupped her breasts in his hands and pushed them together with a guttural sound of appreciation.

  The effort of holding still was worth it to feel and hear his approval. He had a way of taking charge of her and managing to make her feel invincible at the same time, and it was a heady combination.

  When he moved away from her her anxiety levels spiked again. She jumped as his hands grasped her ankles and swept them apart, then he moved to kneel between her calves.

  “If you could only see what I can see right now," he murmured.

  Sophie closed her eyes behind the blindfold. He must have an x-rated view, she could feel her sex opening for him. She must be all heaving breasts and pink flesh. Am image of the lesbians from the sex club crept back into her mind and Sophie was glad of the blindfold to hide her abashed eyes from Lucien.

  His palms swept up her legs, long slow strokes that ended tantalisingly close to her sex. He paused and reached across her body to the table again.

  “I’m going to pour warm wax on you.”

  Sophie yanked hard on her restraints in shock. She’d seen Madonna do something similar in a kinky movie and it had looked painful. Lucien splayed his hand on her stomach to still her, and the remaining melted ice water in her navel spilled over her body.

  “Didn’t I tell you to trust me?”

  Before she could find her voice to protest, Lucien had trailed a ribbon of warm droplets across her abdomen from hip to hip.

  She released the breath she’d been holding in. The wax was hot but not scaldingly so, and Lucien’s hands had settled over her pubic bone, a huge warm butterfly pressing gently on her flesh.

  “It melts into oil,” he said as his hands started to glide over her skin, his thumbs occasionally brushing the tiny landing strip of hair spared by her beauty therapist. His fingers warm and slick on her inner thighs, Lucien massaged the oil everywhere apart from where she really craved it. She splayed her legs wide and lifted her hips into his hands.

  Could he see her clitoris? He must be able to. She was as open as she possibly could be to him, throbbing with lust for his hands to zero in on her sex.

  Instead, he licked her.

  The feel of his head nestled between her legs had her gasping his name, and in response his hands settled on her hips to hold her steady.

  Sophie’s head thrashed from side to side, her eyes squeezed shut beneath the silk of the blindfold. The chain on the cuffs scraped against the bed as she writhed, restless for release.

  Jesus. The man knew what he was doing. His tongue was everywhere. Slow and easy over her clitoris. Long and firm as it dipped inside her. She was hot, and wet, and wanting. He was strong, and giving, and so mind-numbingly sexy that Sophie started to tremble from her tied up hands to her toes. She was going to come. She was going to come.

  And that was when Lucien stopped.

  “No!” she cried out and bucked her body towards where he had been, desperate for him to come back. And then he did, making her jump violently as something cold and hard whispered over her nipples. She felt them stiffen instantly under its icy ministrations.

  What was that? It was too solid for ice. She was hot, and whatever it was, it was beyond cold. Her brain reeled with lust as he stroked the object across her mouth.

  It was cold. And hard. And glass.

  And then she knew, even as her lips parted to allow the bulbous end of the glass dildo into her mouth.

  She heard Lucien groan, and could only imagine how sluttish she must look tied to the bed and letting him fuck her mouth with the big glass cock.

  It was so, so cold.

  Lucien slipped his other hand between her parted legs and pushed his fingers inside her, then eased the dildo out of her mouth and touched it against her clitoris instead.

  Ice-cold and mouth-warm all at the same time, and hard. So very, very hard. Sophie moaned in appreciation of the brand new sensations Lucien had exposed her body to. Cold, heavy glass against fever-hot flesh.

  He leaned forward and slipped his tongue into her mouth, then reached behind her head and untied the blindfold.

  “Open your eyes, Princess.”

  Sophie blinked as her restored vision adjusted to the light, and she saw her own image reflected in the ceiling mirrors. Naked. Splayed. Chained. A Viking knelt between her knees.

  The glass dildo looked even more erotic in his hands than it had on the film. Clear crystal, with a raised ribbon of glittering Aurora Borealis glass helter-skeltered aroun
d the outside… delicious ridges of friction every time he turned it, and a bulbous, cock-like end. Lucien screwed it slowly into her, and the nuances of the rippled glass bounced a million tiny rainbows of colour around the walls of the candlelit room. Still cold, Sophie felt every delicious ridge of the dildo slide in, unyielding and rock solid.

  Her eyes devoured the erotic tableau. Lucien, naked and kneeling, the beautiful wolf tattoo alive across his muscular back as he worked between her legs. Soft fur at her back. Crystal rainbows on the walls. Leather cuffs around her wrists.

  Sophie revised her opinion on mirrored ceilings. They weren't old hat. They were a classic for a reason.

  When Lucien dipped his head to suckle her clitoris, the early warning signs of Sophie’s oncoming orgasm started to tingle through her body like electricity.

  Lucien, Lucien, Lucien…

  Lucien glanced up Sophie's taut curves and caught her eye a second before his tongue touched her clitoris again. He’d had countless women over the years, but Sophie Black, naked and shackled to his bed, was up there with the most erotic encounters of his life. Watching her bloom made his cock ache.

  She was so ready, he could feel her clitoris quivering and swollen.

  It was time.

  He screwed the glass dildo as deep as it would go inside her and traced letters on her clitoris with the tip of his tongue.

  P… she shuddered

  R… she arched

  I…she moaned

  N…she gasped his name

  C… “Lucien...”

  E… she came

  S… and came

  S… and she came.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  According to the luminous clock on Lucien's bedside table, it was a little after four a.m. Sophie blinked as her eyes adjusted to the shadowed room, half awake and very aware of the weight of Lucien's arm across her body.