Facing Lance she gave him a quick but passionate kiss.
“Go clean up,” she said, glancing down at the condom. “Bathroom’s in the dungeon. We’ll start round two when you get back.”
“Yes, Mistress. Be right back.”
He left the bedroom. Nora slowly stood and pulled the covers down on the bed. She unlaced her boots and kicked them off, wriggled out of her skirt and unpinned her hair. But as soon as she’d stripped completely naked, the pounding in the hallway now hit her door.
“What the fuck?” She had a scarf on the door. No one would ever interrupt her with a scarf on her doorknob.
“Eleanor,” came a voice through the door. “Open the door right now or I’m opening it.”
S?ren? Unless the club was burning down, she was going to kill the man.
“Jesus, give me a second.” She grabbed a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around herself like a towel. S?ren had seen her naked a million times, but she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing her naked now, not after interrupting such an intimate moment.
She threw open the door and shot S?ren a murderous glare. He looked almost as disheveled as she did—his Roman collar gone, his shirt unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, his hair less than perfect.
“What the hell is going on? I’m kind of busy here.”
“Kingsley wants all his female employees at his townhouse now. That means you.”
“What? Why?”
“A Dominatrix was just attacked by a client.”
“What? Who?”
“Mistress Natasha. She’s in the hospital, Eleanor. And whoever did it got away. Now get dressed. I’ll go with you and Simone to Kingsley’s.”
“I’m a little busy—”
“Eleanor, this isn’t optional. This is an order,” S?ren said.
“Mistress?” She turned around and saw Lance standing in the doorway between the bedroom and the dungeon. He must have heard the commotion because he’d put his jeans back on. She saw Lance and S?ren exchanging pointed glances before S?ren looked back at her. She nodded her acquiescence at him.
S?ren took a step back into the hallway to let her close the door. Her body, which only a few minutes ago had come alive with pleasure, had now gone numb with fear. Alone again with Lance, she gave him a look of apology.
“I have to go,” Nora said to Lance. She knew Mistress Natasha, knew it would take a very dangerous—or very desperate—man to attack that woman.
“What’s wrong?” Lance asked.
“Sorry, Sailor,” she said. “Family emergency.”
*
The Last Good Knight
Part II: Sore Spots
Tiffany Reisz
An Original Sinners Story
Told in Five Parts
The Last Good Knight: An Original Sinners novella told in five parts.
Part II: Sore Spots
With a potential stalker on the loose, Kingsley hires Lance as Nora’s bodyguard, but stipulates no sex while he’s on duty. Frustrated by the ex-SEAL’s noble chivalry, Nora is driven to seek release with the one man she’s trying to forget....
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Sore Spots
Nora, Simone and S?ren headed to Kingsley’s townhouse. Usually three kinksters in the back of a Rolls-Royce meant for a very pleasant car ride, but Simone had curled up with her head in Nora’s lap, stunned into silence, while Nora and S?ren sat quietly side by side, only their fingers touching. S?ren had told her everything he knew. One of Kingsley’s many minions had come banging on the doors, rousting all the official staff from whatever depraved activities they’d gotten themselves into. All they knew at this point was that a former employee of Kingsley’s had been brutally assaulted during a session with a client, so it was all hands on deck.
Once at the townhouse, S?ren helped Simone out of the car, but when he offered a hand to Nora, she only rolled her eyes and stepped past him.
The house crawled with submissives arriving at Kingsley’s, and they all wore looks of anger and fear. It was part of Nora’s job to take care of the submissives, help train them, and as the most revered member of Kingsley’s staff, she considered herself responsible for the women on his payroll as much as Kingsley did. If they were going to feel safe again, she couldn’t allow herself to show any weakness around them.