“And I think I need a tissue. Maybe three...” He glanced down at the semen decorating his stomach and laughed. She adored him for the laugh because it meant he had no shame, no embarrassment about his body, about his sexuality. Many of her submissive clients were ashamed, embarrassed, and scared to come out of the closet. Not Lance. Not at all.
“Let me,” she said, dipping her head. With a quick flick of her tongue she lapped up a small patch of semen. Lance groaned as he slid a hand into her hair.
“You’re a sadist, Mistress Nora.”
She looked up at him with a wicked grin on her face.
“You’re like the perfect male submissive. How did that happen? I want twelve of you.”
Lance gave her a half-smile. “I have this drive to be perfect at things,” he said. “Always have. I was the five-year-old kid who made Lego houses you could live in. I wanted to be the perfect Navy SEAL, and I was until I got wounded. I tried to be the perfect husband and then the perfect father. That blew up in my face. Now, at least I can be the perfect sub. With you anyway. With you and for you, Mistress.”
Nora grabbed a box of tissues off the end table.
“Here. Clean up. We’ll go get some lunch or something. If we don’t get you out of this house soon, I won’t be held accountable for the things I do to you.”
She slid across him and headed to her bathroom. Halfway there she heard the klaxon tone of her hotline phone blaring from her kitchen. She took a detour and grabbed the phone.
“?a va?” Nora asked as she answered the phone. “Any news?”
“Oui,” Kingsley said. “Bad news first.”
“What’s the bad news?”
“The man who attacked Natasha?”
“What about him?”
“Elle...he broke into your dungeon.”
*
The Last Good Knight
Part IV: Fit to Be Tied
Tiffany Reisz
An Original Sinners Story
Told in Five Parts
The Last Good Knight: An Original Sinners novella told in five parts.
Part IV: Fit to Be Tied
With her feelings for Lance warring with her recent encounter with S?ren, Nora returns to Lance’s bed and finds herself toying with the idea of...toying with him on a permanent basis. But, after she gets a glimpse into his personal angst, Nora realizes she has the power to rescue this white knight...
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Fit To Be Tied
“What? He was in my dungeon?” Nora demanded.
“That’s also the good news.”
“Please tell me someone caught him in the act.”
“Let’s just say you owe our friend Griffin Fiske a debt of gratitude. I can guess in what form he’ll take repayment.”
“Griffin?”
“I underestimated Griffin. He’d make an excellent bodyguard. I should apologize to the man.”
“How bad is it?”
“Let’s just say you’re going to need to a new rug, Ma?tresse. Yours is...bloody. And the culprit is in the hospital.”
Nora listened for a few minutes as Kingsley told her the story. They hung up and Nora returned to the living room and found Lance picking his shirt up off the floor.
“You’re not going to need that,” she said, nodding at the shirt in his hands.
“Why not?”
“They caught him. And by ‘they’ I mean my friend Griffin caught him breaking into my dungeon. Griffin beat the shit out of the guy.”
“Thank God you weren’t there,” Lance said sounding genuinely relieved.
“I know. I wouldn’t have been nearly as merciful as Griffin. I would have killed him and then gotten arrested. Again. If he laid a finger on my red-and-black riding crop, I swear to God I’ll rip his heart out.”
“Special crop?”
“Christmas present,” she said. “From my priest.”
“You are a weird Catholic.”
“There is no other kind,” she said.
“This is the guy who beat up Mistress Natasha? They’re sure?”
“Natasha came to a couple hours ago. She knew the guy—client of hers with money trouble. King was right. Just a robbery. He got five thousand dollars off Natasha. Decided to see if the other dominatrixes in the city also kept cash on them. Has a nasty drug problem apparently. Owed a lot of money to dealers.”
“I want to beat the shit out of him, too. Why does this Griffin guy get to have all the fun?”
“Speaking of having all the fun...you know what this means, right?”
“Tell me,” Lance said, a smiling forming on his lips.
“You’re not my bodyguard anymore.”
Lance let his shirt drop from his fingers. This time he didn’t bother to fold the damn thing.
“Good boy.”
Lance followed her up the stairs. The second he stepped into her bedroom, Nora shoved him hard against the wall and kissed him with everything in her.
“This is what’s going to happen,” she said, between soft bites of his lips. “I’m going to cuff you to my bed. Then I’m going to decorate the front of your body with a set of welts and bruises to match the set on your back. And then I’m going to climb on your cock and ride it until it breaks off. You have any objections to that plan?”
“Only the part about my cock breaking off, Mistress.” He started to reach for her but Nora caught his hands and pressed them into the wall.
“That was erotic hyperbole.”
“Then no, I have no objections.”
“Good. Not that I would have changed my plans if you did. You’re mine today.”