Knots (Club Imperial Book 4) (5 page)

Darien pulled him in and kissed him hard. Killian gave into it immediately, relishing the different feel of a man's lips, a man's tongue against his. He wrapped his hand around Darien's neck and pulled him in close, tasting him and feasting on his lips.

It had been nearly ten years since a man had Dom'ed him. While he was far more interested in women, he didn't object to this. He had long ago realized he was hetroflexible, and this kiss, the deep penetrating kiss that Darien had imposed on him, was liberating and a hard reminder that he was much more than just someone who could or should be subjugated by the will of others.

Darien released his face, but snaked a hand around him, and pulled him closer. Killian could feel the man's arousal pressing against him, but after another moment of the deliciousness of his tongue, Darien pulled back. “You were always one of my favorites, Killian,” he whispered against his lips. “You needed to be reminded who you are now.”

“Master?” came the question from the door.

The both looked over, Darien still holding Killian close. A buxom brunette stood there, a corset cinching her waist and a thick leather collar at her neck. “Pamela, come in.” She walked into the room and dropped in the middle, hands to knees. Darien looked back at Killian and smirked. “Anytime you want to continue this, just ask.”

Killian felt his cock twitch as Darien released his waist. The offer was tempting, but it was not what he was here for. And quite suddenly, the image of Cece's hot, wet sex slid into his mind. That was even more tempting.

Darien had walked over to the submissive. “Stand, Pamela.” She readily complied and Darien motioned her over to the bar. “Doctor McInnis has a problem with his phone. Someone may have installed a keylogger or a tracking problem. Do you think you can help him?”

She smiled at Darien and Killian knew this was currently Darien’s favorite little plaything. Darien was hardcore bisexual, but he delighted in having a favorite plaything. “May I speak freely, Master?”

“Yes, pet, you may.” Darien granted permission.

She held out her hand for the phone. “Please, sir?”

Killian handed it to her, and she turned it on. She waited for it to boot up, and Darien explained what was going on. “Pamela is a communications expert. She works in software design for the OS platforms for Android phones. She'll be able to tell you if there's any odd software on the phone very quickly.”

“Oh, there is,” she said, watching the boot. “Sir, I have to go into your boot sector.”

Killian tersely nodded his ascent. “I need to know what she put on and when.”

Pamela smirked. “Easy enough, Sir.” She quickly started typing and swiping across the keyboard and it was only a couple of minute before she had an answer. “There was a keylogger installed but never activated. It actually looks like it needed a passcode and the person who installed it locked the passcode.” She smiled and looked up at him through her lashes. “Whoever installed it didn't have a clue what they were doing, Sir.”

“Nice,” Killian said. “That would be typically idiotic for her. What else?”

“There is a tracker on it, Sir, but it's locked to the GPS feature,” she answered. “Very amateurish move. It was installed five months ago, and it's only used the GPS four times since then. It also had the data rejected each time.”

“Rejected from where?” Darien asked.

“An email address, Master. Diane dot hamberg at AOL dot com.”

“That's her name,” Killian said. “How is it spelled?”

Pamela spelled it out, and as soon as she hit the second “e” in Hamberg, Killian started laughing. “That's awesome. She spelled her own name wrong.” He shook his head. “Can you get both of them off there, Pamela?”

“Of course, Sir. If you'd allow me, I could make it so that no one but Sir could install anything on his phone. And, I would suggest you put a passcode on the screen. Something this clearly desperate woman would never guess.”

“Birthday is out.” Darien raised an eyebrow.

“Very nice,” Killian smarted.

“Go ahead, pet,” Darien said.

“Thank you, Master. This will take me a few minutes, Sir.” Killian nodded his ascent and the sweet little thing wandered out of the room.

Darien looked at him. “For the love of God, Killian, will you please get rid of Diane? Get her out of your life. Attach yourself obviously to someone else, even if you have no intention of marrying them.” He gestured grandly around the parlor they were standing in. “There are a dozen submissives in here who would gladly play the game with you.”

“Darien, I'm really not looking to get that deep back into the lifestyle” He could see the other Dom was about to lecture him. “But I agree with you, one hundred percent that I need to lose Diane. I don't know
how
though without pissing her off so badly that she goes crying to her father about this and I lose my place in the surgery mentorship program.”

“Find another hospital,” Darien said.

“I tried that. No one wants number eighty-six.”

“This from the man who saved Nathaniel Walsh’s life while he lay dying in his driveway.”

Killian shook his head. “I wish it were that easy, Darien. I am a good surgeon, and I know that. But it is
very
hard to prove you’re more than your graduating number for years. And saving Nathaniel happened before my father--” Killan choked on the words.

Darien folded his arms. “Don’t start that ‘poor me’ bullshit, doctor.”

Killian narrowed his eyes. “I’m not starting anything, for your information. I’m doing a thousand times better with the fact that--” He hitched and the forced the words out, “—that my father was shot in the back and the buckshot killed his girlfriend, too.”

Darien nodded. “Good. I’m glad to hear you say it.”

“Six months of therapy,” he said. “Doctor heal thyself.” He took a hard gulp of the scotch, and avoided looking at Darien.

Pamela walked back in with the phone nearly ten minutes later and held it out for him. “Here you are, Sir. All fixed. No one can install anything on there at all as soon as you choose your password, which can be any combination of letter and numbers.”

“Case sensitive?”

“Of course, Sir,” she smiled.

Killian tapped in the password while Darien pulled Pamela over to him, and kissed her deeply. “Go upstairs, pet. I think a reward is in order.”

“Thank you, Master.” She  was gone in an instant.

Killian paged through the phone. Not only had she passcoded the whole thing, but she organized it. “What ever you’re going to reward her with, give her one for me.”

Darien nodded. “Now that you don’t need a new cellphone, you just have to figure out how the hell to get Diane out of your life.”

The knots were perfect.

She'd had so many chance to practice kinbaku with John Smith that her good knots were now perfect. And her perfect knots were delightfully tight.

She brought the flogger down on Everett's ass again with precision and strength. He groaned loudly, and she knew he was going to have stripes of bruising to remind him of tonight. Just the way he wanted it. Just the way she liked to give it.

Cece drew back and whipped the flogger forward again. He yelped but the sound was muffled through the ball gag. She massaged him and brought the flogger down again. She raised an eyebrow he couldn't see; he was getting loud and she didn't like that. She leaned into his ear. “I put the gag in for a reason, Everett. Keep quiet...or I'll withhold.”

He whined a little, but quieted down. She knew he was aching from the near constant stimulation he'd been experiencing the whole day. He didn’t want her to withhold his climax any longer. Really, neither did she. She enjoyed this just as much as he did.

She raised the flogger and brought it down over his exposed ass and created another set of red welts. He groaned quietly from delight in the pain, and tried not to move. She moved and caressed him again. She did that four more times, reaching twenty and she knew he was at his limit. She dropped the flogger on the floor and took her hand, smacking his ass very hard on both cheeks. He gasped behind the gag and she was ready to bring this scene to an end.

She rolled him over on to his back from his submissive position on his knees. His cock stood straight and angry red, and the slick precum slid down the shaft. She leaned over and unhooked the ball gag that he was breathing around and panting. She took it out of his mouth and leaned down.

“You have been very good, Everett,” she said. “You may come when you’re ready, but you will not be finished until I have come. Understood?”

“Of course, mistress.”

She slid her hand down his sweat-slicked chest and climbed onto the bed with him. His eyes were lit with expectation. He didn’t know what she was going to, how they were going to finish the scene. She always played the element of surprise with him.

Cece threw a leg over his chest, facing his hard dick. She wrapped a hand around him and pumped slowly; he was painfully hot. She slid her legs back up so that her sex was over his mouth, and he knew exactly what she was expecting when she did that.

A moment later, she felt his tongue on her clit, teasing lightly. This was something Everett enjoyed doing and was an expert at. He flicked softly at first, and once in a while would dip back to tease her entrance, rimming her and then moving back to her clit for lick or two.

He moved back again and found her bridge and scraped his teeth on her. She gasped and ground down on him. That was a new trick and she liked it a lot. He started moving around her sex faster: a lick of her clit, rim her entrance, a flat brush of his tongue over her lips, and a nip at her bridge.

Cece kept one hand on his shaft and moved up and down. The other hand she moved to her breast, pulling herself out of the bra and roughly tugged on her own nipples. They were already erect, but she pulled them until they were hard. The rough pinches and tugs helped her speed towards her climax; she was just as hot and ready for that as he was. She was spiraling up fast and hard on his expert tongue. 

Cece leaned down, and took his hard length deep in her mouth, sucking lightly at first. She was able lean her arms on his pelvis and use both hands on her nipples, and even with his whole cock in her mouth, she could concentrate on the feelings his expert tongue was creating on her sex.

He moved back again, but instead of stopping at her taint, he went all the way back and lightly rimmed her anus. Cece wasn’t expecting it; the sensations caught her by surprise and threw her nearly all the way to her orgasm. He moved back to her  clit and started his feasting again there.

She started moving Everett in and out of her mouth more quickly, sucking harder, and adding her teeth in. She swirled her tongue around his hot, swollen head and she could hear and feel him groaning. The faster she went, the faster he went, and she was caught up in the frenzy of his lips and tongue dancing across sex.

His tongue found her tight bud again, licking, and she was panting hard. Without any further preamble, he dropped back down to her clit and bit her lightly. She came hard, reminding herself to keep moving over his hard shaft with her mouth. As he heard her orgasm, she felt his cock throb and twitch, and he was near. She let go of her breast, reached down between his legs and pulled out the plug.

He screamed his orgasm and released his flood of cum into her mouth. He’d been holding onto it all day; it filled Cece’s mouth and swallowed each mouthful as he pumped it out.  He released mouthful after mouthful, and finally started to calm after that. She sucked him lightly until he started to lose the erection. She leaned down and let herself recover for a moment, feeling Everett’s hot panting on her own sex.

She reached down and started carefully unwinding the rope from around his body, tracing the silk with her hands, letting her body unwind with it. She crawled down his body, sliding the ropes over her hands, and slipping them free of the intricate weavings and patterns she used to bind him. This was the part that was just as erotic to her as the binding and sex was to him. This was where she truly took her pleasure.

There was something about the twisted silk, this very special rope she bought for Everett and John Smith alone, that set her senses afire. The rough yet gentle slide of the material, which she wound around her own arm as she disentangled him. The smell of the silk that she kept immaculately clean. The evidence of the binding revealed as she untied him.

She crawled over him, losing herself in the unbinding. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear Everett letting out little whimpers of pleasure as she released his bonds and ran her hands over his entire body. It took her nearly half an hour to unwind the ropes; this was her Domme space. She felt herself floating on the endorphins from the high of their scene and when she finally started to come out of her meditative state, she saw that Everett was erect again, and she was wanting. She left only the original bindings on him, and ran her hands over them.

He lay still, and without a word from her, he grabbed the headboard behind him. She slid herself over him once again and lowered her sex on to his waiting cock. She was ready for him, and he filled her all the way to her base. She moved over him, sliding him in and out, dragging him over her clit. She grabbed the ball gag, and slipped it back in his mouth, clipping it in place.

The friction she created wound them both up again, and Cece grabbed the crop that was nearby. She slapped his sides with it, and then dragged it over his nipples. She leaned down to create a new sensation between them. “Play with my breasts,” she directed, quietly. “Don't be gentle.”

He brought his hands down and away from the headboard. He grabbed her slightly distended nipples and pulled hard on them. Cece heard herself gasp, and she thrust herself down on him hard and he held onto them, pinch and teasing. She saw him biting down hard on the gag, and while he was pulling on her breast, his eyes were shut and his arched back. Again the ropes were just the right feel against her, and she was winding up quickly.

She grabbed the ropes around his waist and pulled. She knew the knot in the back pressed against  his sensitive anus and felt him buck up against it. Everett would have cried out if not for the gag, and she felt him bottom out inside, his erection swelling even more.

She changed her direction, and he pulled her nipples hard. Cece hissed and slammed down on him harder, pulling the rope again. He bucked as she wanted him to and she felt her precipice just there. “Come, Everett! Come!” she gasped and pulled again. He crushed her breasts and the pain of his rough grab sent her into a mind bending orgasm.

“
Fuck
,” she gasped, riding the orgasm hard. Everett pushed hard into her and she felt him explode, pressing up and arching his back to hold his cock inside her pulsing sex. Cece coaxed his cum out, bringing them both back down slowly.

She leaned forward, sated and exhausted. She unsnapped the ball gag again, and this time removed it for good. She slipped off of Everett, feeling slightly empty from the loss of him, and finished the last of the unbinding, dropping the rope off the side of the bed.

She smiled at him. “Good boy. Roll over, Everett. Let me take care of the welts.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said, rolling over on his stomach.

Cece carefully applied the cream to his backside, back and legs as he lay there. This was also part of her winding down; the aftercare soothed his hot, bruised skin and soothed her mind which still sometimes revolted again the results of their scenes. She didn't know why her mind got bent about the very thing he enjoyed, but this was a balm.

“Do you need anything else?” she asked after applying the cream to the last of the welts.

“No, Mistress. Just for you get a good night's sleep.” Everett pulled the sheets back on the bed, and motioned her between the sheets.

Cece leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek as she crawled in. He knew she needed the weight of blankets and sheets to sleep; she knew he wouldn't sleep under them because they would injure the welts. “Good boy, Everett.”

“Thank you, Cece. Good night.”

She didn't even remember putting her head down on the pillow when she cracked her eyes open again the next morning. Her alarm was going off on the nightstand, but she didn't remember putting her phone there. 

Cece rolled over and looked at the other side of the empty bed. She yawned and stretched, and knew that she had to be at her desk about 10in the morning; she had plenty of time. She trotted into the hotel room bathroom, and opted to just go ahead and take a shower. She didn't really feel like swinging back to her place, since it would be out of the way.

Half an hour later she walked out into the suite's main room in her robe and hair only partially dry to find Everett fully dressed at the stove. She smiled and sat down at the table.

“Good morning, Ev.”

“Good morning, Cece.” He grabbed a mug off the counter next to him. He put it on the table in front of her. “Extra light, extra sweet, a shot of hazelnut.”

“Perfection.” Cece wrapped her hands around it. He kissed the top of her head and walked back to the stove. Cece sniffed the air. “What's breakfast?”

“Eggs, hashbrowns and linguica,” he said.

“Fancy,” she laughed. “Something wrong with Bob Evans?”

“Yes, actually,” he said. “Reminds me of
her.
”

“Oh.” Cece grimaced.

“She loves cheap breakfast sausage. About the only cheap thing she actually likes.”

Cece didn't press the issue. “How's Imogene?”

“She's doing well.” His tone was only briefly light. “For as often as I see her.”

Cece put the mug down hard. “You're kidding.”

“She keeps her away from me.”

Cece shook her head. “Ev, that's court mandated. You have every right under the law to see your daughter on your appointed days. Don't let her do that to you and Genie.”

“I know when we get the final custody settlement it's going to be fair. Everyone has said so. She's showing her bitch to the world, so I know that's right. But in the meanwhile, the temp order says I get every other weekend and at her discretion.”

“She has no discretion.”

Everett snorted. “Isn't that the truth!” He laughed and scrambled the eggs a little more. “I wonder what I ever saw in her.”

Cece turned the mug in her hand once, twice. “You saw exactly what she wanted you to see.  You  know that. All of these women are taught to hide who they really are until they catch a man. It's part and parcel of the upper echelons.”

“Doesn't seem to apply to you.”

She shrugged and took a sip of coffee. “I don't play their crappy games. I don't have the desire to get caught up in what is displaced court intrigue. I'll stick to my books and my whips, thank you.”

He laughed, but there was sigh in the laughter as well. “Damn, Cece, there are days when I wish there was more between us.”

Cece smiled and shook her head. “We tried that, remember? We would be a terrible couple. The spark just isn't there. We're just incredibly sexually compatible and you know as well as I do, we can't base a relationship like that on sex.” She took a sip of coffee and smirked. “But a relationship like this one, yes.”

Everett laughed. “Yes, definitely this one.” He scooped the eggs on to a plate. “I cleaned up just about everything. Do you need me to do anything else?”

“You know you don't have to clean up. That's my part. I'm supposed to take care of you in the morning.”

“Eh.” He shrugged. “I wanted linguica. You wanted to sleep. It all works.”

“Do you need any more Arnica?”

“I'm fine. I was surprised I made it all day with the plug.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Did you like it?”

“Of course I did.” Everett sat down with the two plates.

“I knew you were ready for that, even if you didn't think so.”