Chapter 42 - HARPER-RAYN #2
Knight chuckles to himself, and when his fingers brush against my shoulder and trail down my skin, leaving a wake of goosebumps, I start to wonder if my confidence might have been misplaced.
His fingers reach my palm, and just when I think he’s about to give me what I want, he lifts the belt and locks it around my wrist. I suck in a breath, my heart racing as he reaches for my other wrist and works it behind my back, binding it to the other.
I fucking gulp.
This isn’t quite how I thought this was going to go. I was a fool to assume I could take control of this game. The ball has been in his court the whole damn time.
With my wrists secured behind my back, Knight leans in, kissing my shoulder before wrapping his arm around my body, his hand diving between my thighs and firmly cupping my pussy. He grinds the palm of his hand against my clit, and my body trembles in his strong arms.
“It’s cute that you think I haven’t been thinking about devouring your sweet little cunt since the moment I got you back here,” he says, mimicking my earlier words.
A soft, needy groan slips from my lips, and in a flash, his hand is gone. He takes my waist and spins me around before lifting me into his arms. A squeal tears out of me, not having hands to hold on with, but I’m secure in his arms, and as he strides across the room, my legs lock around him.
Knight puts me down in the armchair in the corner of the room, my hands squished under my ass, making sure I can’t move. My chest heaves and as his dark eyes flame with hunger, my pussy throbs with need.
He takes my legs, dragging me down the armchair before hooking each of my knees over the edge of the arm rests, opening me wide. In this position, I’m completely at his mercy, unable to move, but even if I could, I wouldn’t dare try.
“There,” he rumbles, looking at me laid out before him like an all-you-can-eat buffet. “This is how I expect to find you when I come home from work.”
“Really?” I murmur, my tongue rolling over my bottom lip. “And what exactly do you plan on doing with me?”
A smirk kicks up the corner of his lips, and as that dark gaze burns with excitement, he falls to his knees.
His fingers drop to my shoulder, slowly trailing over the fabric of my lingerie, touching me everywhere.
He follows the curve of my breast down to my ribs, brushing over the MINE scar before dancing across my hip.
His fingers move over the fabric of my thong as I squirm beneath him, my body already so worked up, and when he pulls the dainty fabric aside, revealing my needy cunt beneath, his eyes fill with the deepest desire.
Then with my heels hanging over the sides of the armchair, Knight dives in, closing his warm mouth over my clit. I cry out, my hips jolting at the sudden rush of pleasure against my core, and he responds by rolling his tongue over my sensitive clit.
I groan as he works me, desperate to twine my fingers into his hair and pull, but I’m at his mercy, playing by his rules as he works me at his own pace, having complete control.
“Oh God, Knight,” I groan, my hips rolling against his face.
His lips are like pure ecstasy working my body, and when he reaches down between my thighs and pushes two thick fingers deep inside me, I can barely hold myself together. My hips wildly jolt, and I cry out, raw, undiluted pleasure pumping through my veins.
His fingers curve inside of me, splitting and rolling, massaging my walls until the intensity has my body spasming beneath him. He holds me down, his hand splayed on my waist as I feel a deep tightening in my core.
“Oh fuck. I’m gonna come.”
I throw my head back against the armchair, my eyes rolling in my head, but I need to see the way his tongue rolls over my clit, flicking and teasing, nipping and sucking.
I’ve never seen anything so raw, so erotic, so full of undiluted passion. The way he works me, the way he craves me, the way he worships every inch of my body. How could I ever be without him?
That coil inside of me tightens until I can’t possibly hold on any longer, and I explode, my orgasm tearing through me like a bomb, destroying everything that stands in its way. My body shatters, wildly spasming and jolting, and with every pass of his tongue over my clit, I fall to pieces.
Electricity buzzes through my veins as the intensity continues to reach an all new high.
“Fuck,” I cry out. “Knight!”
His fingers roll inside me, drawing out every ounce of pleasure like a twisted exorcism, like a demon calling for his willing subjects, and I’m all too eager to fall to my knees.
He gives me everything, pushing me to my absolute limits, and the moment I reach that peak and start coming back down, his precise movements become lazy, allowing me to finally catch my breath.
My body goes limp against the armchair as his warm lips move from my core to the inside of my thigh, pressing the sweetest kisses to my skin, and forcing a deep groan from between my lips.
Knight fixes the delicate fabric of my thong back into place, and I have to give credit where it’s due. He’s no stranger to tearing my underwear right off my body, but he managed to resist, and that right there shows an incredible display of control.
He lifts my legs off the armrests, letting me sit up on the chair properly, and as he kneels before me, I can’t resist leaning forward and kissing him deeply. His hand works up to the base of my throat, gently squeezing and sending a rush of need through my body.
“You on your knees, tasting just like me. I could get used to this.”
“Is that so?” Knight rumbles, pulling me off the armchair so that I fall onto him, my knees hitting the carpet on either side of his strong thighs.
“Mm-hmm.”
His hand dances across my body, grabbing my ass before fingering the material of my skimpy lingerie. “This right here,” he rumbles, his tone thick with desire. “This is how I want you every fucking day of the rest of my life. Just you and me, alone in this room.”
“Every day, huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
I roll my hips on top of him, grinding against his thick cock. “I’m not sure you could handle me every single day.”
Knight grins and locks his strong arm around my waist before stepping up to his feet, my legs winding around his waist. “Oh, pretty girl, you have no fucking idea what kind of monster you just unleashed within me.”
He strides over to the end of the bed before throwing me down, only before I even get the chance to gasp, he grips my thighs and flips me like a damn pancake, taking my hips and dragging me up on my knees, my chest flat against the mattress with my hands still bound behind my back.
It’s eerily similar to my fantasy with my stalker, and I can’t help but feel as though that fantasy is about to play out.
Knight’s hand cracks against my ass and as my hips jolt, a deep groan tears from the back of my throat. “Spread ’em, doll.”
I don’t hesitate, pushing my knees as far as they can go as Knight grabs the belt that binds my wrists, pulling on it until I arch my back. My ass is high in the air, my cunt ready for the taking, and as his fingers dig into my hip, a wild thrill pulses through me.
“Mmmm. If only you could see yourself like this, doll. You’re so fucking perfect.”
I grin against the mattress when suddenly I feel his lips against my ass. He presses a gentle kiss to my skin, but when he opens his mouth and bites down, a wave of raw need crashes through me like a fucking tsunami.
As he pulls away, there’s a sharp sting left behind from his teeth, and just as it starts to throb, Knight pulls the fabric of my thong aside and thrusts his fingers deep inside my cunt. “Oh fuck,” I cry out, my hips rocking back, needing more.
The pain instantly dissipates, and as he fucks me with his fingers, he brushes his other hand over the bite, and damn it, I’ve never wanted to tattoo something on my body more than I do right now.
He works me with his fingers, and when he pulls them back and replaces them with the tip of his massive cock, I realize I’m in for one hell of a ride.
I push back against him, wanting more, but he holds me still, controlling exactly how much I get. “You like that, doll?”
I nod against the mattress. “More.”
He pushes deeper and my walls stretch around him, already trembling. “How’s that?”
“Don’t make me beg for it.”
He teases me, inching back, only to thrust a little deeper, my body completely at his mercy.
With each new inch he allows me, my walls stretch and spasm, desperately needing more.
His fingers dig into my hip, my only sign that this is tormenting him just as much as it is me, and that tiny snippet of knowledge is the only thing keeping me from crying out.
Knight grunts, and the moment his resolve breaks, he thrusts deep, slamming into me until he bottoms out. “Shit, doll,” he says as my walls contract around him, squeezing tight as I adjust to his delicious intrusion.
His cock flinches within me, and my whole body jolts at the sensation. “Baby,” he groans. “I need to move.”
I grin and look back over my shoulder as he pulls against the belt, keeping me arched. “Give me your worst.”
And with that, my man truly starts to fuck me. He pulls back, his hips rolling, and as he looks down between us, he watches the way his thick cock slams into my trembling cunt. I can only imagine what he’s seeing, the way his veiny cock glistens with my wetness, the way my pussy welcomes him in.
God. Just imagining it has me burning from within.
“Knight,” I pant as his hips continue to roll, torturing me with every single perfect thrust, driving me wild with need.
“That’s right, doll,” he grits through his teeth. “See what I do to you? See how fucking perfect we are?”
“God, yes!”
He gives it to me hard, pushing me to my absolute limits as my body is pushed right to the edge. I clench my eyes, my hands balled into tight fists. I can’t hold on to it any longer.
My pants turn into full blown cries of desperation, my body coiled and ready to strike.
“Give it to me, Harper,” he growls. “Show me how you come for me.”
His words ignite something within me, and I let go, allowing my orgasm to rule me, shooting through my body and claiming everything that I am.
My walls frantically spasm around his thick cock, squeezing him so damn tight that he can’t help but come right along with me.
A loud grunt rumbles through his chest as my pussy brings him to his knees.
He doesn’t stop thrusting as he empties himself into me, my body violently spasming. “KNIGHT!” I cry out, sheer desperation and pleasure exploding through me, the intensity too much for me to handle.
“Keep it going, doll,” he encourages. “Feel it all. Let it claim you.”
“Fuck.”
The overwhelming raw pleasure pulses through every inch of my body, electrifying my veins and burning me from the inside out, and when he releases my hip and reaches around, skimming his fingers over my sensitive clit, my world detonates all over again.
“Oh fuck. FUCK. FUCK!”
Everything trembles. Spasms. Convulses. I fucking gush for him.
It’s too much, but he guides me through, giving me more than I ever thought I was capable of, and as I come crashing back to Earth, gasping for air, he finally releases me, undoing the belt and allowing me to crumble against the mattress.
His hands return to my hips, his thumbs caressing my skin with gentle circles as we both take a second, and as my body begins to give out, Knight slowly eases out of me and fixes my thong back into place once again.
He puts himself back inside his pants as I hear the familiar thud of his belt hitting the ground, then not a moment later, he pulls my heels off, and I’m lifted off the mattress and pulled into the warmth of his strong arms.
“Come on, doll,” he murmurs, pulling back the blankets of his bed and climbing straight in with me curled up against his chest. “Rest now, because come morning, I plan to do that all over again.”
I make myself comfortable against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart, and damn it, I have never been so content in my life.
He was right to have me move in here, just like he’s been right about everything else.
Mostly. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s still a bossy asshole, but truth be told, I love that about him.
I love his need to look out for me, to protect me, and give me exactly what he knows I need.
Fuck, I just love him.
“Shit,” I murmur. “Is it possible to die via orgasm? Because I’m not sure I can handle all that again.”
Knight laughs, his hand roaming up and down my back before stopping at the garter belt around my waist and swiftly unclipping it, knowing it won’t be comfortable to sleep in. “I’ve got no fucking idea, but death by orgasm sounds like a fucking great way to go.”
“In that case,” I say, lifting my chin and brushing my lips over his before adjusting myself until I’m straddled over him, his cock all but springing to life between my thighs.
I reach down between us, fisting his cock and working him to the tip before adjusting myself over him and sliding down on top, filling myself to the brim.
“We better test those limits and see just how far we can push them.”