Knight’s lips came to my ear. “You like your strap?”
Oh yeah. I liked my strap. Fuck yeah.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Take the ends, back and front, rub yourself. Do not come. Stop if you think you will.”
I nodded and found the ends of the strap, back and front.
“Hold them tight, baby,” Knight ordered, I obeyed and he pressed his back to mine as his hands moved on me.
Oh God. This was good. This was unbelievably good.
I worked the strap as Knight’s hands moved on me, all over me and his mouth worked my neck.
Then I took myself close, mouth panting, and I stopped.
“My baby, bein’ good,” Knight murmured against my neck. “Give it time, come down and then keep going.”
I gave it time, his hands moved over me then I kept going.
“That’s it, bring yourself close again,” he whispered, his hands moving up then they were cupping my breasts. “Look at you. Fuck me, my baby, so fuckin’ sweet.”
Then his fingers were at my nipples, pinching, squeezing, rolling, pulling.
I stopped moving the strap.
“Keep rubbing,” he growled on a sharp tug of my nipples.
“Daddy,” I used the word as a warning. I was close.
He tugged again at my nipples and it shot through me, my head jerking back, hitting his shoulder.
“Do not come, Anya, and keep working yourself.”
Oh God. I couldn’t do this. I was going to come.
But I did what I was told.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned into my neck, grinding his crotch into my back.
“Daddy,” I whimpered.
He squeezed my nipples.
“Do not come, baby.”
“Daddy,” I moaned, still rubbing.
“Do not… come.”
I did as I was told and I was pressing my head in his shoulder, biting my lip, keening when he growled. “Drop it.”
I dropped the strap instantly.
Then I was back to the desk, Knight hands behind my knees shoving them high and wide. Then one went to his fly. Then it was back behind my knee and he was driving into me, brutal, savage, my eyes on him fucking me, his burning on my body jolting on his desk.
Stroke three, I came.
Then I came.
And I came.
And I came.
And then I lost track of how many times I came.
Then with one last, violent thrust, Knight came.
Eyes still on me, hands still behind my knees, he went from thrusting to sliding.
Then he plunged deep and whispered, “Come here, baby.”
I pushed up, his hands went to my ass, my legs wrapped around his hips and he lifted me up. My arms wrapped around his shoulders and he walked me across the room to his couch and then took us down, me on my back, Knight on top and he managed to do this entire maneuver connected to me.
He lifted some of his weight off me with a forearm in the couch and his other hand came to my face, his fingertips skimming my jaw, my cheek, his eyes on me and he asked gently, “You okay?”
“Happy birthday,” I whispered and he blinked.
Then he whispered, “What?”
“Kathleen told me,” I shared. “I wasn’t at a club. I was with Sandrine but I was with Vivica too. We were at a bar. Back booth. No one could even see us. No dancing. Nothing. Just us girls. We took a taxi so no one driving drunk. And Rhashan was in on the surprise, kinda, without a real share, he just knows it’s a surprise birthday gig for you and he knew where we were the whole time.”
He stared at me and he did this a long time, giving nothing away.
So I went on softly and now uncertainly, “I didn’t know what to get you.”
“Jesus, fuck,” he finally muttered.
“Knight?”
“Jesus, fuck,” he repeated.
“Did I… was that okay?”
He buried his face in my neck and groaned, “Jesus, fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
I didn’t know what to make of this.
“Knight?” I called.
His head came up.
“Yes,” he clipped. “Yes, Anya, baby, fuck me, baby. Yes, that was fuckin’ okay. That was fuckin’ beautiful what you gave me.”
It was. He believed that. What I gave him meant something to him.
It meant a lot.
Tears filled my eyes.
“Knight,” I whispered.
“Fuck me,” he whispered back, staring at me, his eyes burning because his heart was beating there.
God.
Beautiful.
I smiled, lifted my head and, lips to his, I whispered, “I’m kinda not done.”
“Fuck me,” he repeated and I smiled bigger.
“But you’ll need to get off me.”
I watched his eyes close slowly and then I watched as emotion washed over his features.
And I did this mesmerized.
God.
Beautiful.
Then he touched his mouth to mine, slid out and got off me, pulling me up with him. He held me close with an arm around my waist as I got steady on my feet.