Knight

Chapter Nine Whatever You Want

I walked into the huge garage, cars all around, some nothing but shells, some elevated on those greasy pole thingies with lights hanging from their undercarriages, some with hoods up.

But I was moving toward the middle where there was a large, elegant rug, graceful furniture and soft lighting.

All around there were homeys wearing jeans that hung so low, you could see their underwear and baseball caps that peaked high and the bills were off to the side.

Reclined on the couch was Vivica in an evening gown that looked like it was made of crystal.

Her tawny eyes came to me.

“Hold the fuck on,” she whispered.

I blinked.

Then I woke up and felt the unexplainably soft, sleek, cool silkiness of satin sheets surrounding me.

I opened my eyes and saw black satin and beyond, ivory walls, the sun shining through French windows I couldn’t see.

Last night, Knight made calls, took calls, did shit at his desk, all with me in his lap, all without explaining any of it to me.

Then he took me out back where his Aston Martin was waiting and took me to his place, leading me directly to his room.

“Couple more calls, babe,” he muttered. “Bed for you.”

Then he kissed my forehead and sauntered out.

I examined the room, my head full, fear clashing with curiosity then I moved across it to the chests of drawers and opened some until I found Knight’s tees. I took the one off the top, went to his bathroom and found it was as opulent as the bedroom and decorated entirely in ivory. No color, not even black. Nothing. But every tile, gleaming fixture, light and accessory was fit for a king.

I had nothing to clean my face or moisturize and I didn’t know if I should. Then I thought it would be uncool to get makeup on Knight’s sheets. So I undressed, pulled on his tee and used his handwash to do it.

Then I left the bedroom, smoothed my dress out on the back of his couch, lined my shoes up perfectly at the side, walked up the steps and slid into his bed.

The sheets. Divine.

Seriously.

Surprisingly with all that was happening, all Knight said, not surprisingly considering it was way late, my mind unjumbled and I fell almost immediately to sleep.

Now it was morning and I had a decision to make.

Before I could put my thoughts in order to do just that, an arm curled around my belly and I was pulled to my back.

Then Knight was on top of me.

On top of me!

I blinked up at him and before I could get out even a, “Good morning,” his mouth was on mine where he growled, “Open for me.”

My stomach dropped but my mouth opened.

Knight kissed me.

It was not a sweet good morning kiss. It was hungry, hard and his usual marauding. He ended it with my arms around him holding on tight like I was about to fall and I needed him to catch me.

His head moved back an inch and his eyes captured mine.

“You agree?” he asked, his voice thick at the same time still rough with sleep.

Amazing.

Oh God.

I needed to think and not with his hard, heavy, warm body crushing me to the bed, his hard, demanding kiss boggling my mind and his thick, rough, sexy voice doing a number on me.

“Anya, you agree?” he pushed.

“Knight, I need –”

“Gonna take you now,” he cut me off. “Right now, Anya, not waiting. Do you agree?”

“Please,” I whispered.

“You either get that you want it or you don’t. Do you agree?”

“Knight.”

“Do… you… agree?”

Oh God.

“Yes,” I breathed.

His eyes darkened immediately, pupils dilating so fast I was mesmerized and his face dipped so it was a breath away.

“That’s what I wanna hear, baby.”

Then his hands were in his tee starting to pull up.

I froze in panic and my arms went from around him so my fingers could curl around his wrists tight.

“I need to tell you something,” I stated quickly.

His eyes focused on me. “What?”

I didn’t tell him what. I wasn’t thinking. I was freaking out. I wanted him, was scared how much I did, I was scared of what having him meant and lastly, I was scared about what I’d just agreed to.

“It’s important you’re warned,” I whispered.

“What?”

“With the way you think you see me, you need to know before you find out.”

His head jerked slightly, his eyes held mine intently and one of his hands twisted my fingers free and came up to curl around my neck.

Then he whispered, “Baby, what?”

“My tummy’s round,” I whispered back and he blinked.

Then he repeated, “What?”

“I, um… I’m not perfect. I have a little Buddha belly.”

He stared at me.

Stupidly, I kept talking. “I run, do crunches, you know… stuff like that. I do it regularly, I mean, as regularly as I can which kinda isn’t regularly, regularly it’s just um… somewhat regularly. But it doesn’t go away. And, um… I don’t want you to be disappointed when you see because I think you see something in me and you need to know I’m just me. I’m not how you see me. I’m not perfect.”

He stared at me some more then he slid off to my side. Then he slid the covers down to my thighs.

Then, holding my eyes, he ordered quietly, “Show me.”

Oh God!

“Uh… you won’t see. I’m lying on my back and it –”

His hand still at my neck tensed and he repeated, “Show me.”

I pulled my lips between my teeth. Then I watched as his head dropped because my hands were at his tee pulling it up my belly and his eyes were trained there.

When the shirt was up to under my breasts, his hand left my neck and went to rest warm and flat on my stomach but his eyes came back to me.

“You get I picked those dresses,” he stated.

“Pardon?” I asked.

“Your dresses. I picked them.”

“Oh,” I whispered.

“Guessed the size,” he went on.

“Oh,” I breathed.

“Baby,” his hand pressed lightly into my belly, “I haven’t missed this.”

Okay, all right.

Oh God.

Was this embarrassing? With the warm way he was looking at me, I couldn’t tell.

“Right,” I said softly.

“You are perfect. I wanted to fuck cut, first, I’d wonder if I lost my fuckin’ mind not havin’ sweet and soft and all woman. Then, I’d fuck cut. But I don’t want cut. I want my cock in a woman who’s sweet, soft and…” his face got close, “all woman.”

Oh my.

I liked that as in really.

And I liked it even better that Knight made it not embarrassing.

He wasn’t done.

“You run, you do your crunches, I don’t give a fuck. But you lose any of that ass, those tits, those hips or your Buddha belly, just sayin’, babe, you lose me.”

Oh.

My.

Yes, I liked that. Really.

“Knight,” I whispered but said no more. Not because he interrupted me just because what he said meant so much to me and I didn’t know what to say.

“Now, you got anything else you wanna talk about before I fuck you?”

“No,” I said softly.

“Fuckin’ great,” he muttered then his head dropped and he kissed me.

And he kissed me like he always kissed me, hard, demanding but this time better because it kept going as his hand moved over my belly. Then his fingertips skimmed the top edge of my underwear. Then his hand flattened again and slid to my waist and feather-light up my side.

I trembled as he did this and held on as best I could since he was still lying beside me.

Then his lips released mine and slid down my cheek to my ear.

“Hands off me, babe, palms flat on the bed and open your legs for me.”

My belly curled then knotted and heat rushed to a secret place in me.

He lifted his head and caught my eyes. I bit my bottom lip then slid my hands away from him and did as he asked.

“Keep them there, baby, no matter what I make you feel,” he ordered gently and I nodded. “Now spread,” he whispered.

Slowly, I opened my legs and Knight’s neck twisted to watch.

Then he murmured, “My baby’s bein’ good.”

Oh God.

Why was that such a turn on?

His hand slid back and in, just the very tips of his fingers skimming the legs of my panties at the core of me. Then down the inside of my thigh.

“Cock your knees, Anya, and open wider for me.”

My breathing was erratic, my entire body hot, my breasts swelled and I felt wet gather between my legs as I did what I was told.

Knight’s fingertips slid to the back of my thigh, up, skimming the back of my knee then he shifted, leaning in so they could go down the back of my calf to my ankle.

Okay, that felt good. Sweet, light, amazing.

Then his hand moved to the other leg and he retraced the same path to the heart of me and again his fingers glided feather-soft along the inside edges of my panties between my legs.

My hips shifted impatiently.

God, I needed more.

“Honey,” I whispered and Knight’s hand went away but his eyes came to me.

“You take what I give, baby, you do what I say and you hush.”

Hush.

Oh God.

Why did that turn me on too?

I wanted his hand back so I nodded.

He watched me nod and his face got lazy.

“Good, baby.”

I licked my lips, he watched that too and his face got hungry.

Okay, all right.

God, just watching that look take over his beautiful features turned me on too.

His neck twisted again to watch as I felt his hand come back and this time it skimmed me over my panties.

My hips jerked.

“Still,” he whispered. His fingers skimmed back over my panties and it took everything to keep still, my fingers clenching into his sheets and when I accomplished this, I got my reward instantly. His finger hooked into the gusset and pulled it away. Simple, a bare touch, my panties tugging at my hips but it was effective. “Soaked,” he growled then moved.

Shifting between my legs, I felt his nose glide against me in a barely-there touch that sent trills shooting over every inch of my skin then he opened his mouth, covering me over my panties and I felt his tongue press in.

Oh God. Oh God.

My neck arched, my hands clenched the sheets and I whimpered.

“Jesus, fuck, baby,” Knight growled. “I like that. Gonna eat that. Gonna eat it clean.”

Then he rolled away, my legs jerked straight as my panties were yanked off and his voice came at me.

“Knees bent, legs up, wide, offer that pussy to me.”

I instantly complied and his mouth was on me.

Oh God. Oh God.

God.

Yes, he was hungry. I knew it because he licked. He sucked. He engaged his fingers and they pressed, rolled, spread me open, thrust inside. He finger fucked me. He tongue fucked me. And when his mouth was sucking hard at my clit while two fingers were plunged deep inside, my back left the bed, my head pushed into the pillows, my fingers pulled at the sheets, my mouth opened and a low, deep, long moan tore out as it consumed me. Totally. Head-to-toe. The world melted away and there was nothing but Knight’s mouth on me and the intense, body-shattering orgasm he gave me.

It seemed to last forever and when I came down, my back settling into the satin, my chin dipping down, my eyes opening, I saw Knight kneeling between my legs. His ass was to his calves and he’d pulled my hips partially up his thighs. His eyes were hot on me, one of his hands cupping my sex, his other hand holding my leg wrapped around his waist. I hadn’t even noticed him move and position.

“Beautiful,” he murmured and I felt his thumb slide inside me as the rest of his hand stayed cupped to me. Then he ordered, “Lose the tee.”

He held my leg wrapped around him, his thumb inside, his hand cupping me as he watched me pull off the tee and toss it aside.

His dark eyes got darker and I trembled.

His thumb slid out, both hands moved to span my hips and he instructed, “Nightstand. Protection. You move but you don’t lose me.”

I licked my lips and rolled them together as I carefully twisted at the waist, reached to the nightstand, opened it and saw a mess of condoms resting in it. I grabbed one, left the drawer open and dropped to my back.

He reached out. I handed it to him then I stared in fascinated wonder as he tore it open with his teeth, slid it out and then I watched in panting fascinated wonder as he rolled it on his long, thick, large, beautiful (of course), perfect (completely, from tip to root) cock.

Oh God.

I could swear my breaths were moving the bed as I felt him move, my eyes went from his hard cock to see him bending over me. Then he gathered me in his arms and lifted me off the bed.

“Both legs around me,” he growled.

I acquiesced, he positioned me then slid me down and impaled me, filling me full. So full. So, so full.

Oh God.

My head dropped back.

“Look at me.”

My head came forward and I focused on him.

“I fuck hard, baby,” he whispered.

“Okay,” I breathed.

“In a second, you’re gonna lose all but my cock. I wanna watch you take me. You keep those legs tight around me as I take that pussy.”

“Okay.”

“You just gave yourself to me, that includes your pussy, your clit. It’s mine, Anya, you don’t touch it unless I tell you to. Even if you’re close and want it, you let me give it to you unless I wanna watch you helpin’ me. Clear?”

“Clear,” I agreed immediately.

His hand slid up my back and into my hair, tilting my face down so my lips were resting against his.

Then he whispered, “Prepare, baby.”

I didn’t need to prepare. I was already prepared. Totally.

Then he bent forward, put my back to the bed, moved away from me up to his hands on either side of me, arms straight and he did exactly what he said he was going to do.

As he watched, his eyes hot, hungry, greedy, moving over my face, my torso and dipped down to watch his cock driving inside me, he gave me nothing but that. My legs stayed wrapped tight around his hips as I took him and I clenched my fingers back in the sheets.

He was strong, he had stamina but it wasn’t hard. It was rough, brutal.

Brilliant.

Watching him watching me, watching him fuck me, I liked it. A lot. So much, it overwhelmed me. My legs tensed tight, my fingers pulled at the sheets and I felt the walls of my pussy clutch tight as it swept through me, God, so deep, so strong, so unbelievably sweet.

It also lasted a while and during it I felt his body cover me and his thrusts, already savage, bucked harder, deeper, jolting me even more under him.

“Fuck, that cunt,” he grunted in my ear. “That sweet, fuckin’ cunt. My cunt, so fuckin’ beautiful.”

Oh God.

“Arms around me, Anya.”

I wrapped my arms around him.

“My baby’s cunt, so fuckin’ sweet,” he growled. “Eyes, Anya, I want you lookin’ at me when I come in that cunt.”

My head turned, his came slightly up and his eyes locked on mine.

“So,” he thrust in hard, “fuckin’,” he thrust in harder, “beautiful,” he groaned, driving deep and staying planted, his head slanting, his teeth sinking into my lower lip and my entire body went into spasm.

I knew he was coming down when his teeth released my lip, his tongue glided over it soothingly and some of his weight left me as he planted a forearm in the bed beside me.

Then I closed my eyes as a tingle slid up my spine, my neck to radiate along my scalp as he slid his nose along mine then down my cheek to flick my ear with it before he murmured there, “Yeah, my baby suits me.”

I felt sheer happiness sweep through me as my arms held him close and tight.

“You did good, baby,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” I whispered back and he lifted his head and looked at me.

“Oh yeah.”

I smiled.

His hand came up to cup my face and his thumb moved out to trace my smile as his eyes watched.

I melted further into the sheets.

“That’s mine,” he whispered, his eyes on my mouth as his thumb slid back then he watched is slide over the apple my cheek. “That’s mine,” he repeated on a whisper then his hand glided into my hair at the side, his eyes still watching and as his fingers curled around the back his eyes finally came back to mine and his hips pressed into mine. “Now, I possess that beauty.”

I stared at him, lips parted, weirdly moved and when I say that I mean profoundly.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“What?” I whispered.

“Who owns you, baby?”

Oh God!

“Knight –”

“Say it, Anya.”

My breath started to come heavy.

“Anya, who owns that cunt, that body, that beauty?”

I stared into his beauty, feeling his cock still buried deep, smelling him, hints of his cologne, feeling his hard body pressing into me.

“Baby,” his face dipped closer and he warned, “I’m feelin’ good right now. Don’t test me. Who… owns… you?”

“You do, Knight,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he whispered back instantly, “I fuckin’ do. Every inch, Anya. Every fuckin’ inch.”

I held his eyes and deep breathed.

Knight watched then his face gentled and he asked softly, “Scared?”

I nodded.

“Don’t be,” he whispered then bent close, his lips brushed mine and he pulled back. “You scared, worried, confused and still, you gave what you just gave to me, how you did it, trusting me, I’ll take care of you, babe. You’re with me, one thing you never have to be again is scared. You with me?”

“I’ll, um… try to be,” I replied quietly.

“I’ll get you there,” he muttered.

Then he shifted, pulling out unexpectedly, a mew slid out of my throat equally unexpectedly as my lips parted and my limbs tensed and his eyes dropped to my mouth as I watched them go gloriously lazy.

“My baby doesn’t like losing me.”

He was right. I didn’t. He felt good. All of him.

And what we’d done felt great but between my legs felt oversensitive, tender, almost raw but in a weirdly good way.

His hand went to my side, gliding up from waist to ribs and his eyes held mine.

“I gotta go deal with this condom. While I’m gone, you’re gonna stay here, on your back, feet to the mattress, legs open, waiting for me.”

Okay, all right. I could do that.

Maybe.

Shit!

He dipped his head, brushed his nose along my jaw then he moved off me.

Standing beside the bed looking down at me, he prompted, “Anya.”

I blinked.

This was because I was riveted by his lean, sculpted body, his powerful thighs, his cut, arms, his chest hair, the planes of his defined abs and, well, everything.

Slowly, my eyes drifted to his face.

“What?” I asked.

“What’d I say?” he asked back quietly.

Oh. Right.

Shit!

I did what he said.

One side of his lips curled up.

Then he sauntered to the bathroom.

Okay, right.

The back view, arguably better.

I thought lying there like that, exposed, legs open, no covers, would be hard. It wasn’t. I’d just had two unbelievable orgasms. Knight’s body had just then been seared into my memory and I could still see it, back and front. And, incidentally, he didn’t take an age before he was coming back to me.

It got super easy when he was back, entering the bed from the bottom side and moving up it between my legs but stopping to kiss me just above the triangle of hair between my legs. Then up and he kissed my belly. Then up and he kissed me between my breasts. Up and another kiss at my throat.

Then he settled back on me, both forearms in the bed at my sides with another order, this one, “Wrap me tight again, babe.”

Again, I did at I was told.

His head dropped down and to the side then I felt his nose then lips nuzzling my neck.

That was nice.

He was bossy, freakishly controlling but still, a nuzzling cuddler after sex.

I could work with this. Definitely.

All of it.

I turned my head slightly and in his ear asked quietly, “Can I touch you?”

His head came up and he looked at me, his face mildly perplexed. “Uh, you are, babe.”

“No, I mean…” I whispered, trailing off and also trailing a hand along the smooth skin and hard muscle of his back to demonstrate.

I watched Knight’s face clear, his eyes get soft and his voice was softer when he said, “Yeah, baby, unless I tell you what to do or not to do, do whatever the fuck you wanna do.”

“Okay,” I said on a smile then both my hands went on a voyage a discovery. With what they discovered, I decided instantly to become a dedicated explorer, spending hours, days, weeks, years, if Knight gave that to me, to discover ever centimeter.

“And speakin’ of what not to do,” Knight started and I didn’t stop exploring but I stopped focusing on the sensations his skin under my hands caused in me and focused on his face. “My tees, no. You crawl into my bed, you do it naked or you bring over some of your cute short-shorts and camis and I’ll get you shit I like that you can wear. You can wear my tees around the house after I take you, my shirts if you want but you do that, you do it without underwear. But you don’t sleep in them. And if you’re not in your short-shorts, you don’t sleep with underwear either. You with me?”

That wouldn’t be hard so I nodded.

Knight kept commanding.

“And that cunt you gave me, I’m gonna want it regularly. Not just Saturday nights and when you can fit me in Sundays. What you’re doin’ means somethin’ to you so we’ll work around it. But you got the remote for the gate, I’ll give you a set of keys. I’ll be at work but you’ll be in my bed. Come prepared and you tell me what’s better for you. The nights after class or the nights after clients?”

“Either,” I answered. “I’m used to my schedule, honey. So whatever you want.”

His eyes changed in a way I liked and more of his weight settled into me as he murmured, “Whatever I want.”

Oh boy.

What did I do?

“Knight –” I started but his eyes locked on mine.

“Whatever I want includes you givin’ me your security code and a set of your keys. I want you in satin, I text you, you get your ass here. I want a switch up, when I’m done, I come to you. Yeah?”

I thought about this and I did it quickly since Knight seemed to like decisiveness.

Then I thought, Yeah.

So I said, “Yeah.”

“Good,” he muttered then asked, “You hungry?”

I grinned. “Yeah.”

“Can you cook?”

Cooking for Knight in his kickass black kitchen.

Okay, I liked that.

My grin became a smile and I repeated, “Yeah.”

Knight grinned back, right there, my body wrapped around his and he ordered, “Then get your ass out of my bed, back in my tee, no panties and make me breakfast.”

Right, call me crazy, you could even call me a freak, I didn’t care.

Evidence was suggesting I liked bossy.

So I whispered, “Okay.”

Knight liked it that I liked bossy. I knew that when, at my word, I saw his grin become a gorgeous smile and he dipped his head and kissed me. It was wet, it was long but it was not demanding.

It was all sweet.

And boy, I liked that too.

Then he lifted his head, slid his nose along mine and whispered, “Right, baby, feed me.”

Then he rolled off me.

I rolled the other way, pulled on his shirt, tossed him and the long length of his hard body a smile over my shoulder and I walked to his kitchen.

I was walking out of my bathroom after putting away the last bits and bobs of my nail stuff when I heard a key in the door.

I had made Knight breakfast and this unfortunately alerted me to the time since it was displayed on his oven and microwave and that alerted me to the fact I didn’t have much of it. When he wandered out in jeans and no tee, I informed him of this even though Knight Sebring in jeans and no tee was worth losing two clients. Definitely.

So I didn’t get to go whole hog with something splendiferous that showed my culinary flair (not to be conceited, but I was a really good cook). It was toast and jelly (for me) and a toasted bagel and cream cheese (for Knight) then he put on a tee and boots, I put on my dress and shoes and he put me in his kickass car and took me home.

He followed me up and as he did a walkthrough, once he walked through the kitchen, I went to it and got him a set of keys. I gave them to him with the code then he kissed me (a sweet one again) and asked me when I was done.

I told him, he kissed me again (this one a short one, unfortunately) and he left.

I jumped in the shower, took a quick one, set up my nail stuff at the same time getting dressed and doing as much hair and makeup as I could in the time I had since Knight was coming back. Then my client came, the next one came close to the end of when the first was done, the first one left, the second one left and now was, well… now.

Knight’s key in the lock.

The door opened and he came through, the handles of a paper Wild Oats bag in one hand.

I liked that, him walking into my space.

I liked it a lot.

“Hey,” I called on a smile.

“Three hours, five hours, five days, babe,” he answered, standing just inside the door he closed.

I blinked at his words then I remembered and walked to him.

Putting a hand to his abs, curling the other around his neck and getting up on my bare toes, I pressed my mouth to his.

This time, he didn’t take over. This time, he made me do the work.

So I did it and it was my tongue sweeping into his mouth, exploring, discovering, plundering.

Oh my.

He tasted good.

Lovely.

I got into it, both my arms sliding around to hold on tight, one at his neck, one at his back, so I could press my body deep into his. Then Knight got into it, the bag fell to the floor and one of his arms locked hard around me, the other hand drove into my hair, fisted and he took over.

Even I knew my kiss was good.

Knight’s was better.

When he let my mouth go, he whispered, “Mark this, that’s how I like it, Anya. Exactly.”

I got an A and I didn’t even study.

I grinned and whispered back, “Consider it marked, Knight.”

He grinned back and gave me a squeeze. Then he let me go, retrieved the bag and walked to my kitchen.

“And in the bag is…?” I asked, trailing off my words as I trailed him to the kitchen.

“A guarantee you’ll keep that ass, those tits and that Buddha belly,” he answered, dumping it on my counter.

God, how on earth did I find a man like this man who was so darned into me? Just me. Exactly me

I didn’t give it too much headspace. I just smiled a smile that said precisely how happy this made me and his head turned from the bag to me. Then I watched as his body went completely still and he stared at me.

I noticed as it was impossible to miss, my smile faded and I asked, “Are you okay?”

“Fuck,” he muttered.

My brows drew together.

“Knight? Are you okay?”

He was staring at me but I realized he wasn’t seeing me, he was miles away, when he focused on me. And his focus was so extreme it was a physical thing, enveloping me.

No, ensnaring me.

“You like how I did you this morning?” he asked and it was rapped out, abrupt, sharp and all that after the easy we were sharing was shocking.

“Yes,” I whispered.

And just when I thought I had him figured out, I was back to confused at all things Knight Sebring.

“You want more?” he asked and I felt my body start trembling.

“Yes,” I answered hesitantly.

“You gonna give it up, take what I give, however I give it, however you get it?”

My hand went out and curled around the edge of the counter but my head nodded.

“You earn it, you prepared to accept punishment?”

“Knight,” I whispered.

“Answer me.”

Oh God.

“Yes,” I said softly.

“The clothes, the shoes, the phone, my place, a car comin’ to get you, my club, you into that?”

“Yes,” I repeated softly.

“That goes away, you still into me?”

“Knight, what’s this about?”

“I asked you a question, Anya.”

Okay, now I was getting angry.

So it was snapped when I replied, “I’ve got clothes and I almost had the money for a phone and I’m not destitute so I can pay the cover charge, even at your club, which, by the way, is definitely the coolest club in Denver but still the cover charge is extortionate. So yes, Knight. That goes away, I’m still into you.”

He stared at me.

I kept getting angry and I did it fast until I just plain was.

So I told him, “And by the way, what I said last night that you thought was uncool, you’re right. It was. But in my defense I said it as you were laying some pretty heavy stuff on me. And just so you know, what you just said to me was just as uncool. I returned the phone, Knight. And if you want it all back, except the phone which I’ve used but that too, and the stuff I wore last night, it’s all got its tags still. You can take it. Return it. Give it to someone in your smorgasbord. Whatever. Just don’t tell me and I’ll make it easy for you to do that because if you think I’m using you, I’ll be happy to stop making you think I’m doing that by going away.”

“My smorgasbord?” he asked, brows rising.

“Your smorgasbord of pussy at your club,” I explained, my face set so hard I could feel it.

He studied me.

Then he murmured, “My smorgasbord of pussy.”

“Yeah.”

“My smorgasbord of pussy,” he repeated, still murmuring.

“Yeah!” I snapped somewhat loudly.

Knight burst out laughing.

I watched thinking he really looked good doing that. I was also thinking I wanted to find one of my frying pans and clock him with it. I was also thinking I just might cry. And, lastly, I was wishing my apartment was bigger so I could go somewhere, lock the door and throw a tantrum, scream, sob or all of the above.

His laughter died down to a chuckle and he ordered, “Come here, babe.”

“If I don’t, will you spank me?” I shot back.

His face got serious and he replied shortly, “Yes.”

Damn.

I stomped to him.

He turned to me, pulled me in his arms and held me close.

Then he dipped his face close and asked quietly, “You been lookin’ into me?”

“No,” I answered sharply. “Vivica has. And beware, Knight, she’s protective, crazy and as tenacious as you. She loves me. She knows everything about me. She wants me to have a good life and she does that in a way where I could swear she wants that more for me than she does for her own damned self. So her normal extreme curiosity, when it comes to my future happiness and those who might or might not be giving it to me, ratchets up to ludicrous. Though, that said, she’s already given you her seal of approval and since that seal isn’t a seal so much as a brand burned in so the scar never heals, I think you’re good. Unless you’re a terrorist which, she’s informed me, is the only reason why she’d stop loving you for me.”

That was a lot, too much, but I still didn’t shut up, I was that angry.

“Oh, and, if you don’t play me, she’s naming her first son after you.”

That was when I shut up only to see Knight smiling white and blinding at me.

Then he asked, “You done?”

“Yes,” I clipped.

“You wanna tell me why you’re so pissed?” he asked.

“No, but you won’t let me not do it so I will in order to avoid Knight Hassle. No way, in my life, would I be able to afford a phone like you gave me. The dresses either. The shoes, any of it. I came home to those bags, Knight, and I didn’t think of returning it like the phone because I let you in. All I thought was never, never in my life, would I ever imagine myself standing in my living room with my couch I got for a steal because it was on sale and had a rip in the cushion, my yard sale coffee table, my dinette a friend gave me, and see strewn across it luxurious beauty that someone thought enough about me to give to me. My parents died when I was seven but they weren’t millionaires. Our life was good. It was loving. It was happy but I’d never been spoiled. You spoiled me and if it happened once or a hundred thousand times, I know I’d never get used to it because I never in my life expected it. Each time would be a treasure and that treasure would not be the stuff you gave me. It would be that you gave it to me. And, Knight, that’s because since my parents died, I learned not to expect anything. Life was going to be what I made it, what I worked for it to be, what I earned. So that moment was beautiful to me and you sullied it by intimating that I was using you and I’m pissed because feeling pissed is better than feeling hurt which is really what I feel.”

His arm left my back so his hand could cup my jaw and his face came close as he whispered, “Baby.”

Without delay, I snapped, “I don’t understand what’s between us or how I can behave or if I can even be mad but just so you know, right now, I don’t want you to be nice to me and I don’t want you touching me.”

“Not gonna give you that, Anya,” he said gently.

Figured.

I looked away and blew out a sigh.

“Babe, look at me.”

I looked back, rethinking this situation because when I was pissed or hurt or whatever, I wanted to be able just to be me.

“You, Anya, are a woman who needs a dog, a house with a white picket fence, one boy, one girl and a man who worships the ground you walk on, thanks God every night he was fuckin’ lucky enough to con you into lyin’ your head on the pillow beside his but still watches football on Sundays. You and me stay the course, you are never gonna get that from me.”

I stared at him, again… freaking… confused.

“Pardon?”

“I tried to walk away, did it twice, so I could leave you to that destiny. Then you walk in my club in that fuckin’ dress. I knew you had no underwear on. I knew without seein’ that you walked in my club and every dick on every guy who caught sight of you started gettin’ hard seein’ you in that dress because you’re you but also because you had no fuckin’ underwear on. Then you were with Nick. And seein’ you sittin’ with him, lookin’ beautiful but scared outta your fuckin’ mind, I knew two things. One, I had to claim you and look after you before someone or a shitload of someones fucked you in their rabid pursuit of all that is you. And two, I had to claim you because I could not deny any longer how fuckin’ much I wanted you. You deserve that life with the dog and the white fence, babe. You deserve good and normal and clean. So when you walked into this kitchen and smiled at me bright like you’d never been so fuckin’ happy, I had to know if I gave you that or what I gave you gave you that. So I set about findin’ out. And knowin’ it’s me that gave you that, knowin’ you might be happy without the dog or that white fence, baby, that makes me happy.”

“You’re not good and normal and clean?” I whispered.

“No, Anya, I am not any of that. Someone fucks you, I got no problem drawin’ his blood, givin’ him pain, makin’ absolutely fuckin’ certain he’ll never do it again. I’ve already done it and I will not hesitate to do it again. I lay my head down at night, you might be tied to my bed spread-eagled next to me so if I get a taste for you in the middle of the night, I can put my mouth to you without waiting. I am not good. I am not normal. I am not clean. I fuckin’ love my life. But I got off way more than normally, tellin’ you what I want and watchin’ you mind me. You taste fuckin’ great. That cunt of yours feels even better. And lookin’ in your face when I come is even fuckin’ better. And all that made my life a whole lot better. So you gotta know, you gave that to me, I own it but I never intend to be any of those things, good or normal or clean.”

I was silent.

I was also more than mildly turned on.

Knight was silent too then he wasn’t anymore.

“So, Anya, babe, I had to know it was me makin’ you happy. I asked. You shared. And that’s good. Because down the line I don’t want it sittin’ in my gut that I should have left you to good and normal and clean. I’m pleased as fuck you like what’s growin’ between us because, babe, seriously, I do too. And another thing, expect to be spoiled, baby, because I’m gonna work on that too. You and yard sale coffee tables are a thing of the fuckin’ past.”

Suddenly, I wasn’t breathing.

I was also trembling.

His thumb slid across my lips but stopped in the middle, pressed lightly and his face got so close, his vibrant eyes were all I could see.

“And last, you call your girl off. I get what she’s doin’ for you. But I’ll let you know what you need to know about me when I’m ready for you to know it. I don’t like people lookin’ into me. I don’t like people askin’ about me. And I don’t like people knowin’ about me unless it’s me who puts them in the know. She’s your girl but I’ll warn you, I do not like all this enough that, she doesn’t stand down, it will be me makin’ it clear she’s gonna do that. First time, I’ll go gently. There has to be a second time, you mean somethin’ to me, she means somethin’ to you, but still I make no promises. You get me?”

Oh boy. Time to have a serious sit down with Vivica.

I didn’t say that.

I didn’t say anything.

I just nodded.

“Do you understand to be with me you’re givin’ up good, normal and clean?”

“I think so,” I whispered against his thumb and in the middle of me speaking, he swept it away. When I was done, he swept it back and his eyes watched as it pressed in then pulled down taking my lip with it. Then the pad of his thumb glided along my teeth. Automatically, they separated, his tongue slide between them and the pad touched my tongue. Again automatically, my lips closed around his thumb and my tongue stroked it.

I watched his pupils dilate and his thumb pressed down on my tongue as he growled, “Fuck yeah, my baby gets me.”

The area between my legs contracted so powerfully, it was almost like a mini-orgasm.

Or maybe it just was.

His thumb slid out, caressed my lower lip again then his hand slid back into my hair but through this I never lost his eyes.

“I was wrong, layin’ it out about your girl was not last,” he said quietly. “Last is, I like pussy and I will not deny I’ve enjoyed as much of it as I could get. But that smorgasbord you mentioned, babe, that has dried up. You gave me you, I give you me. You want tests, we’ll take them. You’re not on the pill or something else, you need to get on it immediately because I want nothing between my cock and you. But you trust me to take care of what you give to me, you can trust that you’re the only one gettin’ it for as long as you’re with me.”

Okay, this was good. Very good. Excellent.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“The pussy I’ve had, all of it, was just pussy. You are not just pussy. They know they don’t talk about what I gave them. But you gotta know they know because they got it. For them, it was a session. For you, it’s now part of your life. I get you’re gonna share with your girls about me. But I’ll ask you to keep that to your crew of three and make them understand I do not like people sharin’ wide about me. And be firm about that, baby. I live quiet. I don’t like attention. And I won’t like you gettin’ it for me. That won’t mean punishment. That’ll mean the end of you and me. You with me?”

I nodded.

“You still pissed?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“You wanna eat or you wanna fuck?”

I blinked.

Then I asked back, “I get a choice?”

“You do right now.”

I stared up at him. Then his words drifted through my head, specific ones.

Then I asked, softly and carefully, something I’d wanted to know for a while and never thought I’d get a chance to ask and even if I did, I would.

But I did.

“Did you jack off, thinking of me?”

“Absolutely.”

My womb convulsed again.

I knew this sensation showed on my face because I heard him whisper, “Baby wants her Daddy.”

Oh.

My.

God.

Definite mini-orgasm.

“Fuck yeah, my baby wants her Daddy,” he growled. Then I was up, his hand on my ass, my legs wrapped around his hips, his other hand in my hair, cupping and tilting my head forcing my lips to his as his mouth took mine. Then he walked us to my bedroom.

He took us down together on my bed.

Then baby got her Daddy.

Delightfully.

“Open,” Knight commanded.

I opened my mouth and he slid the broken off chunk of carrot cake inside. Then I made sure I got all the frosting by closing my lips and gently sucking his thumb as he slid it out.

“Fuck me, baby,” he whispered, my eyes lifted to him, I liked what I saw and even still chewing, I grinned.

His eyes instantly got dark, his other hand went to the covers and slid them over my behind.

My chest seized.

He’d done me bossy then he’d gone into the kitchen to get the food. He came back still in the mood to be bossy and I knew this because he told me to stay on my belly and he fed me.

So I was on my belly in my bed, naked, Knight naked beside me. The covers were up to his waist, but now down over my bottom. My arms were crossed on the pillow in front of me and I knew by the dark, hungry look on Knight’s face that Daddy had essentially never left but he was definitely home.

His hand glided light over my behind as he ordered, “Spread.”

I started breathing again but I did it heavy.

Then I spread.

Knight’s eyes watched his hand dive in.

I sucked in breath.

He leaned down a bit to get better access.

I started panting.

“Love my pussy, baby,” Knight muttered. I knew he did because two fingers were stroking deep, rolling, separating, stretching me and my hips started jerking. “Be good, Anya.”

I bit my lip and stilled

With one of his hands between my legs, the other one went to the plate sitting on the bed between us, his thumb scored through the thick layer of frosting on the cake, scraping it off then it came to my mouth. Knight slid it inside and I sucked it deeper.

His fingers between my legs stroked faster.

His thumb pulled out of my mouth, he grabbed the plate, shifted it out of the way and did all this as he kept at me between my legs.

Then he shifted close, on a forearm, my eyes lifted to his, his eyes were at my backside and his attention was all on me.

“Lift your ass.”

I came up a little on my knees.

“Higher.”

I came up higher.

He shifted again so his hand could position, his fingers gliding out and one came to my clit.

Oh God. Oh yes. Yes.

My hips bucked.

“My baby likes that,” he growled. “Higher.”

I went higher.

“There it is, Anya, keep your ass up high for me and find it, baby.”

I closed my eyes, his finger worked.

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and looked at him hazily. His finger kept working.

“You come, still, you climb on my dick and you ride your Daddy through it, you hear me, baby?”

Oh God. Yes. Oh. Yes.

I nodded.

“Then you ride me until you give it to me.”

I nodded again.

His finger pressed deeper. Nice, so damned nice.

God.

I whimpered.

“Fuck, Anya, you gotta find it. I’m gonna come just watchin’ and listenin’ to you. Move your hips, find it.”

I ground into him desperately, bucking, rocking, jerking.

“Fuck, my baby’s so fuckin’ hot,” he growled and at his words, the workings of his finger, my desperate hips, I came, I did it hard but even coming, I minded.

So still coming, I shifted, moving just as desperately, searching, seeking and my hand wrapped around his hard, thick cock. He’d helpfully rolled to his back so I threw a leg over to straddle him and drove down.

God. He felt so damned good, my back arched, I threw my head back, my arms flew back to catch myself and my hands curled around his solid thighs.

“That’s it, just like that, stay arched like that and ride me,” Knight ordered. His voice was thick, hoarse, abrasive, his hands at my belly, one going up to cup my beast, the other heading down.

I did as I was told and kept coming, one climax rolled into the other then his thumb hit my clit and on its heels came the third. Arched deep, exposed, I rode him hard, fast, oh God, oh God, I was going to split in two.

His thumb left my clit, his hands found my hips and he yanked down as he surged up and I kept riding him.

“Give me that beauty,” he growled.

I righted, falling forward to my hands on either side of him, my eyes focusing with difficulty on his face.

He pulled me down tight, surging up and I watched as I gave it to him.

I knew he was coming down when one hand slid from my hip to my bottom, fingers clenching in, pads pressed deep, possessive and claiming. His other hand glided up my side, in over my ribs then cupped my breast.

His finger and thumb closed on my hard, sensitive nipple and his eyes watched as they squeezed tight then pulled sharply.

Fire shot through me, I gasped and my hips bucked into his.

“Baby likes it rough,” he whispered.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Yes, what?”

My hooded eyes found his and I whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”

A sexy, rough, hot, amazing, unintelligible growl rolled up his throat. I heard it even as I felt it rumble through the heat of me and his fingers at my nipple tugged again, hard. So I gave it to him again exactly as I knew he wanted it.

After I bucked, gasped and moaned, Knight’s arms closed around me, he rolled me to my back with him on me, not disconnecting. His mouth crushed mine in a hard, deep, thorough kiss that took what was left of me.

Then he broke the kiss, lifted his head and his still heated, beautiful eyes roamed my face.

“Wrap me up, Anya,” he muttered and I did.

His hand came up and he used the tips of his fingers to slide tendrils of my hair away from my face. Then they moved over my cheek, my jaw, my lips as he watched. Then his hand glided into the side of my hair as his eyes found mine.

“You full?” he asked quietly and I was, full of food, still full of him.

“Yeah.”

His eyes held mine and they did this a long time.

Then he asked gently, “Did I make my baby happy?” and my limbs all automatically squeezed.

He wanted that, to give that to me. He wanted it badly.

I gave him this and I liked it.

No, call me crazy, I fucking loved it.

And in return, he wanted to give everything to me.

“Yeah,” I whispered as his eyes dropped to watch my mouth move.

Then they came back to mine, I watched one side of his lips curl up and he murmured, “Good.”