Chapter 61
Chapter Sixty-One
KNOX
We have one rule on our one-on-one date nights. Whoever takes her out gets her for the night without an interruption from the other two. Right now, I’m grateful I had this conversation with my brothers ahead of time.
We walk into the bedroom and I close the door behind me.
“Do you remember our conversation about you asking for permission before you have an orgasm?”
She hangs her head down.
“I was hoping you were kidding.”
Placing my fingers on her chin, I lift her head, forcing her gaze to mine.
“I assure you, I was not. Tonight will be slightly different but I promise you, I would not do anything I think you wouldn’t like. Do you trust me, Tesoro?”
She flashes me a glare before realizing her error.
“Of course, I trust you, Knox. I just don’t understand why.”
I stroke my fingers down her cheek and try to explain because this won’t end well if she can’t willingly submit.
“When you seek permission for an orgasm, that is complete surrender. And that is what I want from you. Not a complete 24/7 power exchange. Only sometimes, when we’re alone.
I don’t simply want you to surrender to me.
I fucking crave it, Tesoro. There is no greater trust and that means a lot to me. As always you can say no.”
I will never force her to do anything she doesn’t want. Besides, you cannot force submission. It can only be given freely.
“If I say yes, I can use my safe word and you won’t get mad at me?”
The damage from abuse is not quick to heal from so I have no issue reassuring her.
“You can always use your safe word, Tesoro. I swear to you, I’ll never get mad at you for taking care of yourself.”
She blows out a nervous breath.
“Okay do with me what you will, Knox.”
I kiss her on the top of her head.
“Thank you for trusting me, Tesoro. Tonight you will address me as Sir. Take your clothing off, fold it neatly and place it on the chair. Then you will kneel, eyes on the floor, legs parted while you wait for me to give you further instructions. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” She answers quickly and I take a seat in the chair on the other side of the room.
I pour myself a drink while I watch her obey my every command.
I take a gulp of my whiskey, not taking my eyes from her as she drops to her knees with her legs closed.
I’m deciding whether or not to admonish her when she quickly parts her thighs.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
I quickly toss back the rest of my drink before setting my glass on the bedside table and rise to my feet.
Walking over to her, I stroke her hair.
“Such a good obedient girl for me, Tesoro.”
She sighs softly as if she’s relieved like she was expecting to disappoint me. Impossible.
“Stand. Keep your eyes cast downward until you’re instructed otherwise. Get on the bed.”
I take my shirt off and place it on the chair with her clothes. Then I unzip my pants and she complains.
“Oh this is unfair. You can see me but I can’t look at you? Bullshit.”
This rant was expected from her.
“Tesoro, are you intending to be disobedient?”
She throws her hand over her mouth.
“Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m sorry, Sir. I like looking at you, you’re gorgeous. I’ll behave.”
After setting my boxers and pants on the chair, I grab the black sheer stockings she removed and walk over to her.
“You may look at me, Tesoro.”
I grab her hands and pull them up to the slatted headboard and wrap the stockings around her wrists and tie them to the frame. Heather stares at me, her eyes filled with lust and I already know she’s wet for me.
“Mmm, Tesoro. I can smell your arousal. What are you going to do before you dare have an orgasm?”
Without hesitation she says, “Ask for Sir's permission.”
Fuck.
I have always said Heather is perfect and it’s always been true but never more than it is right now.
“Good girl, Tesoro. Spread your legs.”
I get on the bed and immediately bury my face in her pussy. Her scent surrounds me as she thrusts her hips up, trying to take control and I can’t allow it.
“Tesoro, behave.”
I don’t explain because she knows exactly what I’m reprimanding her for. She relaxes her hips and I reward her with a slow lick over her clit. Grabbing onto the bars on the headboard, she tightens her hands around it, I think attempting to control herself.
Since she’s doing as she’s told I continue licking at her swollen clit as I push two fingers inside her drenched pussy.
Shaking her head back and forth she becomes frustrated.
“Not already. No!”
I chuckle against her pussy as I draw her clit between my lips and suck gently, then let go of it, bite, and suck some more.
“Oh my God. Sir, can I come?”
I lift my head and arch an eyebrow while she stares at me, her eyes filled with need as they plead with me.
“Good girls, say please. Let’s try this again.”
I go back to fucking her with my fingers while lashing quick strokes of my tongue over her clit and she cries out.
“Please. Oh my God. PLEASE!” she screams the last word sounding so desperate and beautiful.
“Please what, Tesoro? What are you requesting?”
“Please, Sir, may I come? It hurts. I can’t fight this. Please, let me come.”
Tears spring to her eyes and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her look this intoxicating. Fucking perfect indeed.
“Yes, Tesoro. Come for me.”
I push a third finger inside her, bite down on her clit and watch the most stunning explosion I’ve ever witnessed.
Her back arches from the bed, as she tightens her hold on the bars, and screams loud for me.
Heather lies, behaving like an angel, crying out and I nearly lose my mind from the mere sight of her like this.
I get onto my knees and push inside her with a grunt.
“Such a good fucking girl, Tesoro.”
Leaning over her, I place one hand on the mattress beside her head while I use the other to break the stocking from the bed. She moves her hands to touch me but then quickly pulls them back.
“You may touch me.”
She places a hand around my neck and pulls my head down to hers and attacks my lips as she kisses me desperately. Sliding my hands under her back, I flip us both over so she’s on top of me.
“Ride me, Tesoro.”
I grab onto her hips, my eyes trailing up and down her body and she bounces on my cock. What a beautiful sight. Her tits move with every thrust, jiggling the perfect amount. I’m lost to this woman. If she’s the drug, I’m the addict because I can’t get enough.
My orgasm builds and I hold her down as I fill her with my release. She tosses her head back and comes again this time not screaming. Instead a breathy sound escapes from her lips.
“Sir. I love you.”
I pull her forward until she’s laying on my chest.
“How do you feel, Tesoro?”
“Good,” she whispers before sighing a sound of contentment.
“This was an introduction. In the future I won’t be so quick to let you have an orgasm. We’ll start easy and build on it when I think you can handle it.”
I wrap my arms around her, and hold her close to me. Perspiration coats both our bodies, but I need this moment with her before I rush her off to the shower.
Realizing I didn’t respond before, I do now.
“I love you too, Tesoro. More than you will probably ever know.”
I feel like a fool that it took me so long to realize it.
Did I love her in the very beginning? I don’t know.
Much like Carter, she’s my first love. In fact, she might be all of our first loves because none of us ever experienced something like this before.
First and last, because when you have something like this, you don’t let go.