The Last Good Knight: Parts 1-5. Tiffany Reisz

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      “Green?” she asked as she gave him a minute to breathe. “I won’t think any less of you if you say yellow or red.”

      “Still green...” His breathing had turned ragged. “I just need a minute, if it pleases you, Mistress.”

      “It pleases me. Read me how many minutes we have left.”

      Lance craned his neck to look at the stopwatch hanging next to the St. Andrew’s Cross.

      “Thirty-seven.”

      “Goodie. I stopped at seventy-five. Let’s make it an even hundred. Then we’ll play a new game. And maybe get rid of some more clothing. Yours.”

      “Anything you desire, Mistress.”

      She desired to give him twenty-five more lashes. Again the whip danced over his skin. She focused on his sides now and his shoulders. By the time she hit twenty his back had turned bright red. One welt even oozed a small amount of blood.

      “Stay there,” she said as she put her whip in the pile of toys needing to be cleaned. “We have breakage.”

      Lance peered back over his shoulder.

      “Much blood?” he asked, seeming entirely untroubled at the idea she’d broken the skin.

      “Not much.” She snapped on a pair of latex gloves and cleaned the small wound with Betadine and ointment. “Okay, we have two Band-Aid options—Snoopy or Sesame Street?”

      “Snoopy,” he said.

      “Perfect.” She applied the Band-Aid, tossed her gloves, and dropped a quick kiss onto the center of his back. The beating had left his skin burning. She felt the heat against her lips.

      “You’re good, Mistress.” Lance turned back to face the wall. “I’ve never been with a Domme who plays as hard as you.”

      “I appreciate that. I trained under the best sadist in the world.”

      “Interesting. What do you consider a good sadist, Mistress?”

      Nora tapped her chin as she thought about the question.

      “Talent is part of it. Takes a lot of talent to hurt someone without injuring them. A baseball bat can inflict pain, but it also breaks bones. How do you inflict real and serious pain but without causing harm? The sadist I learned from is amazing at that. He knows all the pain pressure points on the human body so he can cause you acute agony without leaving a single mark.”

      “We learned a lot of those in training. Good for self-defense.”

      “Good for kink,” she said. “But it’s more than talent. True, the man can kill a fly with the tip of a whip. But he can also break someone down in a way that...I don’t know.” She stopped and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone who can put someone back together by breaking them apart like he can. You leave him with your body limping and your heart soaring.”

      “Is that what you’re doing to me?”

      “Are you limping yet?”

      “No, Mistress. Soaring.”

      Nora smiled at his back, smiled so he couldn’t see it. If he kept this up she would collar him before the night was over and that would be about the worst idea in the history of the Underground. She’d left a man who’d collared her and tied her down. The last thing she’d ever do was chain someone up in the very bonds she’d escaped.

      “Time check?”

      “Twenty-eight minutes, Mistress.”

      “Oh, good. I’m getting horny.”

      “That would make two of us.”

      “Really? Prove it,” she said as she unlocked first his right then his left wrist from the cross.

      She stood back and waited, her arms crossed over her chest.

      Lance unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. As he stood in his boxer briefs, he smoothed and folded his pants. She took them from him as he stripped out of his underwear. Now Nora whistled. The man had the most magnificent thighs she’d ever seen. A hard ridge of muscle traveled straight from his knee to his hip. She’d bite that muscle tonight and see if she chipped a tooth.

      “I could die on your quads,” she said. “Or between them. Seriously, can you crush coconuts with those thighs?”

      “I’d say thank you but that’s the last part of my body I was hoping you would notice, Mistress.” He said the words with a rueful smile.

      “Oh, I noticed that, too. Hard to miss it.” She stepped forward and wrapped her hand around his thick, hard inches.

      Lance gave a labored breath as she stroked him. He probably wanted her to take a firm grip and stroke harder, so instead she merely grazed him with her fingertips, touching him as lightly as possible. His stomach muscles contracted.

      “How good is your orgasm control?” She teased the tip with one finger and felt fluid on her skin, a drop or two. She massaged it back into the head.

      “Decent. You order me not to come, and I won’t come. I can’t last much longer than a week or two, though, or it’ll happen in my sleep.”

      “How old are you?” She stroked the underside of his cock with the back of her hand.

      “Thirty-six, Mistress.”

      “You’ve played with a Domme before?”

      “My first real relationship was with a Domme.” Lance closed his eyes as she cupped his testicles.

      “Really? How old were you when you were with her?”

      Lance opened his eyes and smiled at her.

      “Eighteen to twenty-two. College.”

      “Not many college girls are tough enough to top men. Takes a few years to get to that point.” Nora wrapped her whole hand around him and tugged.

      “This college girl was a beautiful, tall, dark-haired professor in her late thirties with a wicked mind and a wickeder flogging arm.”

      “Fucking a professor? I love it.”

      She stroked him harder to show her approval.

      “She fucked me, Mistress. I might have been inside her, but it was always at her whim and command.”

      “My kind of gal. Anyone since then?” She kept stroking him, testing his endurance, his ability to keep himself from coming.

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