Chapter 19 Knight
NINETEEN
KNIGHT
Eradicating Doll’s ex from her life feels better than it should. Saxon was more than happy to be of assistance when I called him and asked him to block Abel from being able to communicate with Octavia via social media.
It’s not something that he or Sypher normally does, but after his sister was the victim of cyber harassment a couple of years ago, he’s more than willing to skirt the edges of the law to protect people, especially if those people mean something to him.
Saxon and I met fifteen years ago when my team and I attended his warehouse to put out a server fire.
He had it under control by the time we arrived, but he and I got talking.
I wouldn’t call us friends exactly, although friends is probably the closest description for what we are.
He and I don’t share the same bond I feel for my brothers-in-arms and teammates, but before them, I’d say he felt more like what I’d imagine an older brother feels like, even though he’s only six months older than me.
When I agreed to start Sypher Security with him, he provided the hands-on security, and I was involved in the planning side of operations. Now I’m more of a silent partner who’s occasionally called on as and when required, but I’m not involved in the day-to-day running of the business.
Knowing that Abel will no longer have any way of contacting Octavia has settled the uncomfortable burning that’s been building beneath my skin with each message she received.
I haven’t read them all, but I’ve seen enough of them to know that I might not be able to stay in control of my actions should I ever meet him.
If I am ever stupid enough to lose Octavia—I won’t, because I’ll never be that stupid—then I’d be more than willing to get on my knees and beg her to be mine again.
But apparently, Abel Smith is not a clever man.
His messages mainly consist of demanding she respond, occasionally reminding her that he was her only chance at happiness, and jabs about how she looks, what she does, and lots of hints that he was the best she was ever going to get and that he was doing her a favor by wanting her.
I rarely allow my anger to overwhelm my equilibrium, but I think Abel might be a reason to do it.
He covets what’s mine, but he doesn’t appreciate it the way I do.
I know that I belong to Octavia Taylor. I saw her, claimed her, and made her mine.
Soon she’ll be carrying my child, and she’ll be mine in every way possible.
Abel took her affection and made it something rotten and polluted. He took her love and neglected it. He had his chance. I would have taken her from him if I needed to, but I didn’t. She came to me willingly, and I’ll never let her go.
Since I started handling her schedule and booking Octavia’s appointments, I’ve made sure she has regular breaks, including enough time to eat lunch, and for me to give her a midday orgasm.
Just like I hoped, her body has adjusted and started to expect the pleasure I happily provide for her.
By the time I lead her out of the studio and toward the car, her pupils are already dilated and her nipples are pebbled and visible through her dress.
“I want you inside me while I come,” she begs, her voice breathy and desperate.
“Inside you?” I question, confident I know what she wants, but still wanting her to say it.
“Your cock. I want your cock in me while you finger fuck me.”
Despite the seclusion of our parking space, it’s not private enough for me to fuck my wife. Providing manual stimulation, or finger fucking as Doll prefers to call it, beneath the fabric of her skirt is one thing, but anything more does run the risk of us being seen.
“We can’t. Not here,” I tell her.
“Then let’s go somewhere else,” she whines.
“Octavia.”
“Knight. I need it. My body is…craving it. I feel like a junkie, and this is your fault, so you need to help me.”
More and more, my wife creates stronger emotions inside of me than I’ve ever felt before, and right now, I can’t fight the smile that tries to spread across my mouth.
“I swear to god, if you laugh at me right now, I won’t let you touch me for a week,” Doll threatens.
“You need me,” I remind her.
“Exactly, so imagine how much of a brat I’ll be if I have to go without because you won’t let me sit on your dick while you finger fuck me,” she yells.
Opening the car door, I lift her into the seat and secure her seat belt before climbing into the driver’s seat and pulling out of the small parking lot.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
Not answering, I focus on driving, pulling into the deserted picnic area ten minutes later.
“Where are we?”
“There’s a walking trail that leads down to a small lake, down there,” I say, pointing to a narrow trail.
“Are we going to get caught?”
“I doubt it. The lake is pretty quiet at this time of year. It’s too cold to swim and not cold enough to skate on.”
“Oh, thank God,” she gasps, relief and excitement flashing across her face.
Sliding my seat back as far as it’ll go, I reach over, running my hand up her thigh until I find her panties. The fabric is hot and damp.
“You’re wet.”
“I’m soaked and I need…” She lets the word trail off, but I can practically feel her desperation.
Cupping her hot pussy, I press the heel of my hand into her, feeling my erection harden when she moans and lifts her butt out of the seat, seeking more of my touch.
Unfastening my own seat belt, I slip out of the car and walk around to open her door.
Reaching over her to unclip her restraint, I twist her around to face me, her feet dangling out of the car.
Peeling her panties down her thighs, I watch with rapt attention as the fabric clings to her pussy.
Unhooking the underwear over her shoes, I lift the fabric to my nose and inhale deeply.
“Do I smell as desperate as I feel?” she asks, bending her knees and resting her heels on the edge of the seat, her legs spread and her pussy on display for me.
“You’re swollen and dripping,” I tell her as I run my finger through her folds, collecting some of her arousal with the tip.
“I told you I needed you,” she pants. “Please.”
As I lift her out of the car, she wraps her legs around me, and I carry her to the driver’s side. Turning her in my arms so her back is to my chest, I climb into the seat, and she holds onto the steering wheel while I unfasten my pants and push them down, letting my hard dick pop free.
“Thank God,” she says as I guide the head to her entrance, watching her pussy split open as I slip inside of her.
“You feel so fucking big like this,” she gasps, lowering down until I’m fully buried. “That’s…that’s what I needed.” Her exhale is pure relief as her frantic need settles, the tension in the car slowing to a want, rather than a desperate need.
“Can we just stay like this?” she questions, leaning her head back onto my shoulder.
“Yes,” I tell her. My dick is rock hard, but if she needs to be full of me, then I’m happy to give her that, at least for a little while.
For several long moments, neither of us speaks, connected and as close as we can get while fully dressed. Eventually, she starts to fidget, wetness from her pussy dripping down my dick and onto my balls.
“Baby,” she whines.
“I know, Doll. Let me help.”
Reaching around her, I find her clit with my fingers and start to rub.
Pushing my hand between her legs, I toy with her pussy where she’s spread around my dick.
I’m fairly well-endowed. Bigger than average—I’ve checked—but today her cunt is so wet I experimentally slide the tip of my finger inside of her alongside my dick.
“Oh my god,” she squeaks, reaching one arm behind her to grab hold of my neck.
Rubbing at her clit, I slowly slide my finger a little deeper, teasing myself as I stretch her, and fighting the urge to lift her up, so I can slam back into her again.
Pinching her clit between my finger and thumb, I swallow back my own groan when a fresh surge of arousal coats my dick and finger, dripping out of her and onto my hand.
“Dripping,” I growl against her ear.
“God, I’m so full, but I want more. I don’t know what I need,” she whimpers, rolling her hips and grinding onto my dick with her ass still on my lap.
Sliding my finger in up to the knuckle, I curl the tip and move in a come-hither motion, rubbing, pinching, and tapping her clit until she comes, her entire body curling in on itself with the force of her release.
Slick arousal coats my hand, my thighs, and probably my pants and her skirt, but I don’t care.
I’ll drown in her every day for the rest of my life and die a happy man.
My dick is screaming for release, but I’m so close to the edge I know it won’t take much.
Slipping my finger from inside of her, I band my arm around her waist and start to bounce her up and down my dick.
Balls tightening, I feel my release build from my toes and explode from my cock, coating her pussy with my cum. The car is a mess by the time I lift her out of my lap and lay her back on the back seat, elevating her legs into the air with one hand as I try to put my dick away with the other.
My jeans are damp, and so is the back of her skirt, and I make a note to pack a change of clothes in the back of the car for us from now on, in case this happens again.
“What else is on your list?” she asks, staring up at me, her naked pussy on display as I hold her legs in the air.
“Wrapping you in ribbons,” I remind her.
“Just my wrists?”
“No. Your legs too. Like this,” I demonstrate, holding her legs tightly together and tipping them toward her head, folding her in two.
“What else?”
“This,” I say, running the pad of my thumb from her creamy pussy to her asshole.
“There?” she asks, her eyebrows rising.
“Once my baby is in your belly, I plan to enjoy filling your other holes with my cum,” I explain.
“What else?”