Blue Knight (21 page)

“Yes.”

“You really do want the full show.”

She pushed her hands into the deep pockets of the robes. “Except for one thing.”

Daniel’s brow lifted again.

“No blindfold,” she told him.

He considered that. “You want to know who’s doing this to you at all times.”

Relief trickled through her. “You do understand.”

He nodded. It was a tiny movement of his head. Then he turned to look at the toys again. “I would never have thought you, of all people….”

She could feel her defenses shifting back into place. “I like sex. There’s a distinct lack of decent men around for women my age. So I substitute.”

The corner of his mouth lift. “It’s a poor substitute.”

“As opposed to fucking men who have no idea what good sex is? No, it’s not.”

He considered that. “No, maybe not,” he conceded. He turned on the bedside lamps and walked around the bed, heading for the door, but tripped over the pile of ruined clothes she’d left puddled next to that side of the bed. The wooden wedge fell out of the pocket of her trousers and he picked it up. “Where did you get this?”

Olivia explained, as she towel-dried her hair and tossed the damp towel aside. She finger-combed her hair.

“Well, that’s one on our side I didn’t know about,” Daniel murmured. He slipped the wedge under the door. “Use the wedge even when I’m not here. I’ll come in some other way. The night clerk is right. There’s too many people with your key and with you in their crosshairs now. I’d put the desk chair under the doorknob, too.”

He turned off the main overhead lights, filling the room with shadows and twin pools of warm light from the two lamps beside the bed. He tossed her tattered clothing into a corner, then scooped up the sex toy collection and laid it out on the nightstand.

The pillows and bolster were chucked onto the floor under the window, where they glowed under the strange orange light from the floodlights bathing the compound outside.

Tension sang in her. Olivia had asked for this, but now the moment was here she was a little afraid of what she had set in motion.

Daniel stopped in front of her. In this light, at this angle, he was just a dark shadow. “You can stay ‘stop’ whenever you want and all this stops. Until then, anything you want is yours. Whatever you want, you have only to ask.” His voice was full of deep, wicked promise.

She shivered. “All of it,” she said and her own voice was bodiless. “Everything, Daniel. I want it all. Hard. Without mercy.”

“
Christos
,” he muttered. He grabbed the lapels of her gown and tugged her toward him. “Do you know what that does to a man, that sort of request? Those words?”

“Fuck me, Daniel.”

His hand snaked into her damp hair and yanked it back, pulling her head back, exposing her throat, arching her back over his other arm. His mouth came down on hers. Hard, just as she had demanded. His lips ground into her mouth. He held her head steady so his tongue could push inside her, then dropped his hand down to her robe and ripped it open. His hand closed over her breast. The nipple caught between his fingers.

She cried out as his fingers squeezed, tugging on the nipple, causing little electric shocks to shoot through her body. He swallowed her cry with his kiss. The tips of his fingers trailed along her clavicle and she shuddered. He pushed the robe off her shoulder and it slid down her arm, leaving that side of her exposed.

Daniel ran his hand along the side swell of her breast and she shivered again. But his fingers did not stop there. The caress continued along her flank, down to her waist, along her hip, to curl over her ass. His fingertips dipped into the crease, deep enough to touch moisture and heat.

Her hips jerked and her pussy squeezed. Her clit gave out an almighty throb.

Daniel released her mouth. His lips moved down to her chin, his teeth biting, his tongue licking. His hand came back up to tug on her hair, forcing her head back even farther. His lips quickly attacked her exposed throat. He nibbled and sucked her throat, the nape of her neck and her ears, using his grip on her hair for control, to turn her head to give him the access he desired and to keep her still when she wanted to squirm or moan or wriggle away from his sweet torture.

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.