The Last Good Knight: Parts 1-5

“I can’t argue with that logic, and even if I could, I wouldn’t bother trying.” She unhooked the cuffs and set Lance’s hands free. He wasted no time and immediately ran his hands over the swell of her breasts. With eager hands he set about unfastening her corset. She helped him pull it off and it ended up on the floor by the bed. She wasn’t going to waste a second folding the damn thing.

He cupped her now naked breasts and sucked deeply on her nipples. Then one hand wandered between her legs and pressed against her clitoris.

As he kissed her breasts, she continued to ride him, swiveling her hips so that he rubbed against her G-spot. She held onto the headboard, steadying herself so Lance could explore her body any way he desired. His large warm hands felt so good on her, so arousing but also comforting. Strong men never scared her because strong men never harmed her. Only weak men had ever harmed her, so she knew she had nothing to fear from Lance.

Leaning back she gave him full access to her front. One hand caressed her from shoulder to shoulder, neck to breasts while the fingers of his other hand toyed with her clitoris. Soon she was panting again, desperate to come again.

“Come with me,” she said. “I’m breaking my own rules. I want you to come fucking me. It’s an order.”

“I’d never disobey an order from you. I’ll come the minute you tell me to, Mistress.”

“Good, but me first.”

“Always...” he breathed into her skin and the erotic tone in his voice alone nearly got her to the brink. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the pleasure of his hands on her body, of his cock that impaled her. So close...she felt the tension mounting in her stomach...closer...her clitoris swelled against his fingers...almost there....she heard a pounding...she felt the pounding...she inhaled and didn’t exhale...and finally...

Pleasure exploded inside her as her vaginal muscles fluttered hard around him, hard enough she heard him gasping from her orgasm.

“Now,” she panted and Lance needed no further orders. He came in silence but with a controlled shudder that wracked his entire body. Together they collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.

The sex had stopped, but she still heard the pounding. Sounded like someone banging on one of the dungeon doors. Not hers so she ignored it.

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.”

Søren? 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. Søren 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 Søren 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,” Søren 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 Søren exchanging pointed glances before Søren looked back at her. She nodded her acquiescence at him.

Søren 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.”

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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 (#u71fff3eb-952f-5e31-8e97-a0978343704c)

Nora, Simone and Søren 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 Søren sat quietly side by side, only their fingers touching. Søren 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, Søren 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.

She put an arm around Simone’s waist and, side by side, they walked into Kingsley’s house, Søren behind them. Inside Kingsley’s office, Nora kept her face calm and her expression neutral even as the women around her wept softly or whispered back and forth to each other in hushed tones. One young submissive named Nikki grabbed Nora’s hand, and Nora gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Mistress Irina rose from a chair, a look of barely controlled fury on her face. She and Nora exchanged meaningful glances—glances that said that whoever did this deed better pray the cops caught him before she and Nora did. Irina stood in the back next to Søren. Søren obviously wasn’t on staff, and even more obviously, wasn’t a woman, but the members of The 8th Circle considered him their spiritual leader as they considered Kingsley their earthly leader. Søren occasionally played with many of the submissives in the room, but never had sex with any of them. They trusted him and often sought his advice and comfort. As far as Nora knew, theirs was the only BDSM community with its own chaplain.

Kingsley entered his office a few minutes later with a grim look on his face. Voices exploded in questions at the sight of him, but Nora whistled hard and loud over the din.