Unraveled (15 page)

She reached down and lazily stroked a finger up and down her slit, watching him clench
his jaw and his fists, fighting against his need to touch her and taste her. “How
wet do you think I can make myself by doing this?”

Knox growled. “I can make you a lot wetter, a lot faster.”

There was his male ego. “Prove it. With just your mouth on my pretty cunt. Let’s see
how fast you can make me come this time.”

He scooted in closer and bent at the waist. It was sexy as hell the way he paused
above her tender flesh and just breathed her in before he lowered his mouth.

She loved that first contact of wet heat. Then the exploration of a soft tongue down
her slit and back up to her clit. The gentle
probing. The tease of his breath. The gentle sucking of her pussy lips and the sweep
of his tongue down to her hole and jamming that wicked, wiggling tongue so deep inside
her pussy she felt the bite of his teeth.

Then he used his flicking tongue to outline the flesh of her pussy between her inner
folds, following the edge up to the top, where that ridge of skin covered her clit.

She wanted to remind him this was supposed to be a fast orgasm, and he appeared to
be taking his sweet time, when he firmed his lips and pushed the skin up and suctioned
his mouth around that hidden nub.

Normally she preferred indirect contact with her clit at first, but this . . . this
concentrated, relentless sucking made her hips arch off the bed. And it was so fucking
hot when he held her hips down, forcing her to take his sensual assault and showing
her a bit of his defiance; she’d told him he couldn’t use his hands on her pussy,
but she hadn’t said he couldn’t use them at all.

He never wavered in his constant suction.

Her nipples tightened, and the zing of sensation started in her tailbone and shot
straight to her core. That was the only warning before the orgasm blasted through
her.

Knox sucked hard on that pulsing pearl, whipping the tip of his tongue back and forth
with such precision the spasms seemed never ending.

So when the pulsating stopped, she actually whimpered.

Knox chuckled against her sensitive tissues, and the vibration made her breath catch.
He lifted his head and kissed a path up between her hip bones.

She looked down at him as he ran those talented lips across her lower belly, his eyes
dancing with pride and heat.

“So, Mistress, was that fast enough for you?”

“You certainly love a challenge,” she murmured, reaching down to run her fingers over
his hair.

“When it comes to you? Yes.”

Shiori had the biggest challenge yet for him. It’d be interesting to see how he handled
it. “Lie on your back.”

Knox pushed up and rolled over; the motion made the bed shake.

She straddled his groin and balanced herself with her hands on his pecs. “Hold your
cock.”

His big hand slipped between their bodies and he aligned the tip with her opening.

“Stay still.”

Knox’s entire body went rigid as she pushed his shaft inside her slowly until her
clit pressed against the root of his cock.

“You feel good in me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m going to fuck you, Knox. I’ll ride you hard and fast until I come again.”

“Anything you want.” His seemed about to say something else, but he closed his mouth.

“Talk to me.”

“Can I touch you while you’re riding me?”

She leaned down and kissed him. “As much as you want. Anywhere you want.”

“Thank god.”

As soon as she pushed upright, Knox sat up too.

He kissed her neck while his right hand slid up her back. He ran the tips of his fingers
up and down her spine from the dimples above her ass to the nape of her neck. His
right hand cupped her breast, alternating between kneading the flesh and teasing her
nipple with a combination of sweeping caresses and hard pinches.

Shiori rested her forearms on his shoulders as she propelled herself up and down on
his thick, hard shaft. Squeezing her cunt muscles around the base, she started grinding
her clit against his pubic hair on every glide back up.

Knox constantly moved his hands. Tormenting her breasts. Squeezing her ass. Dragging
those wonderfully rough fingertips up and down her thighs. All the while his mouth
focused on her neck, and her ears, and her shoulders. Sucking kisses. Biting kisses.
Soft nibbles. The man worshipped her body with every caress, every kiss, every stuttered
breath. And yet he gave her total control. He didn’t rock his hips or thrust up into
her. He let her fuck him. That surrender made this connection all the more powerful.

And she fucked him hard, using the strength in her thigh muscles to lift and lower
her body. A light sheen of sweat coated her skin from the exertion. But as much as
she rolled her pelvis and clenched around his cock, it didn’t get her any closer to
orgasm.

He sensed her frustration. He brought his hands up, curling them around her face and
forcing her attention to him. “Let me get you there.”

“We’re not changing positions,” she warned.

He rubbed his lips over hers. “I’d never presume, Mistress. But if you lean back and
grab on to my thighs, I’ll have more room to touch you how you need it.”

Shiori smashed her mouth to his, kissing him crazily, loving the tender way he held
on to her face even as she bit and sucked at his mouth.

Then she leaned back, clamping her hand just above his knees. Her hair swung free,
drifting over the tops of his thighs. She kept her pelvis aligned with his so her
movement didn’t cause his cock to pop out.

Knox’s mouth followed the arch of her neck, down past her collarbone to her left breast.
He sank his teeth into her nipple before he sucked away the sting with suctioning
pulls. His right hand traveled down the side of her body to her hip and then slid
over to her core. Her clit spasmed once as he began to stroke.

She whispered, “Faster,” and groaned when he achieved the perfect amount of friction.

The orgasm that seemed so elusive now teased her with being so close.

“I need . . .”

“What? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“Push your hips up when I push down.”

The first time he did it, she moaned. The second time he did it, she felt that goose-bump-inducing
tingle. The third time she remained still while he fucked up into her hard.

That sent her tumbling over the edge. All the good parts of her body throbbed; the
nipple he sucked on, her clit that he stroked, her pussy clenching around his cock.
A gray haze filled her vision, and she lost herself to her release.

A tickling on her ear brought her back to reality. She groaned as Knox tugged on her
earlobe.

“You are beyond sexy. Seeing you come . . . I could’ve come just from watching you.”

Shiori wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, pressing her thumbs beneath
his jaw as she tilted his head and kissed him. A sweet coming down from an orgasm
kiss. Then she rested her forehead to his. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted in
a submissive but I’ve never had. Thank you. So it’s hard for me to tell you that you
don’t get to come.”

“Fuck.”

“I appreciated your honesty in telling me you rubbed one out this week. But I specifically
told you not to. Coming by your hand means you blew the chance to come inside me.”

She felt him grit his teeth. Felt him clench his ass cheeks together. Felt his breathing
change.

But he didn’t utter a single word of protest.

After several long moments, he sighed and buried his face in her throat. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are.” She smoothed her hand down the back of his
neck. “Now you’re done with discipline or punishment or whatever we choose to call
it.”

“So are you leaving now?”

“I want to stay with you all night, Knox.”

She felt him smile against her throat. “Good.”

Shiori pecked him on the mouth and separated their bodies. “Ditch the condom and come
to bed.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Straight back here, and your dick better be
that hard when you return.”

He rolled off the bed and gave her a regret-filled once-over. “Trust me, Mistress,
it’ll still be hard. I learned my lesson.”

She smiled. “See? You’re already making progress the first night.”

SHIORI
woke up alone, naked. The sunlight streaming through the blinds indicated she’d slept
later than usual. She rolled onto Knox’s side of the bed and wrapped her arms around
his pillow.

It’d been ages since she’d spent the night with a guy. Being so vulnerable in sleep
beside a stranger had always scared her. After her divorce she’d gone a little wild,
trying to reconcile the Domme side of herself with societal expectations. Hadn’t taken
much time to figure out as long as a guy was getting laid, he didn’t care who was
in charge. So her hookups had been brief.

The aroma of bacon cooking wafted to her, and her stomach grumbled. Just as she started
to get up, Knox walked into the room.

God, he was a drool-worthy sight first thing in the morning. He’d tamed his hair,
but blond scruff spread from his jaw down his neck. He was bare-chested, and a pair
of navy plaid flannel pants hung low on his hips.

And his smile when he saw she was awake seemed brighter than the sunshine. “Morning,
gorgeous.”

“Morning yourself. Something smells good.”

“Nothing fancy, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“Anything is good since I usually eat sugar-coated cereal.”

“Ronin would have a fit.”

She smiled. “So, was your offer for breakfast in bed?”

His hungry gaze roamed over her naked body. “Only if you’re my breakfast this morning.”

Her stomach did that slow, lazy roll, and she knew Knox feasting on her would be the
perfect way to start the day. She stretched her arms above her head. “I’m all yours.”

Knox crawled across the bottom of the bed. Once he reached the middle, he pushed to
his knees and placed his palms on the insides of her thighs, spreading her wide-open.
“Am I waiting on your signal?”

“No. You can—” The rest was lost when his mouth engulfed her pussy. She was quickly
lost in a flurry of wonderful sensations. His softly stroking tongue. Firm-lipped
bites. Sucking kisses, one after another. He spread her to reveal her tender tissues
and fastened his mouth there, making her arch off the mattress. He didn’t talk; he
just built her up lick by lick, stroke by stroke, a teasing flick of his tongue.

When Knox inserted two fingers into her pussy and rubbed her inner wall while he lapped
at her clit, she went off like a rocket.

She gasped and bucked against his mouth until the last spasm faded. She slumped into
the mattress with a groaning sigh.

Meanwhile his talented mouth peppered the insides of her thighs and across her mound
with kisses.

After her brain went back online, she pushed up onto her elbows.

Their eyes met, and he gave her clit one last suck before he lifted his head and grinned.
“Breakfast of champions.”

“Come here, crazy man.”

Knox crawled up her body and hung over her on all fours. “Yes, ma’am?”

Shiori wreathed her arms around his neck and brought his
mouth down for a lazy kiss, loving the way she could smell her musk on his face and
taste herself on his lips and tongue. After the kiss changed into tender smooches,
she said, “How’s your ass today?”

“Not bad.”

“Did you rub one out this morning when you got up with morning wood?”

He pulled back and stared into her eyes. “I assumed when you wouldn’t let me come
last night that I couldn’t take care of myself until you gave me the go-ahead.”

“You’re right. And because I reward good behavior, you can fuck me in any position
and you can come when you want.”

“Thank you, Nushi,” he murmured against her lips. Then his mouth spread into a wide
smile. “On your belly. I want you from behind.”

She turned over and spread out, loving the decadent feeling of nakedness and the cool
cotton sheet on her passion-warmed skin. Turning her head, she saw Knox reach for
a condom and heard the sound of ripping plastic.

Warm lips trailed down her spine, and strong hands dug into her hips. “One of these
days I’m gonna map every muscle in your back with my mouth. You’re so strong, and
that is so fucking sexy.”

Chill bumps danced across her skin.

Knox hiked her hips up and aligned his cock, pushing into her on a slow glide. Then
he stopped.

“Something wrong?”

“Everything is right when I’m inside you. I just wanted to watch your body swallowing
my cock.”

She bore down on him when he was buried fully.

“Keep doing that and I won’t last long.”

“Come when you want, remember?”

He pressed his chest into her back. “Which only means I’ll wait until you come again.”
He nibbled on her ear. “That’s guaranteed to set me off.” He lifted up, and his thrusts
intensified.

She snaked her hand between her thighs and rubbed her swollen clit. She probably couldn’t
come again so soon, but the fantastic way he was fucking her had definitely gotten
her juices flowing.

Knox’s hand started moving across her back, making long draws with his fingers like
he was dragging them down a chalkboard.

Oh yeah, that was good.

“You like that,” he murmured.

The more he touched her, the more her body responded. Then his hot breath fanned her
shoulder. “Tell me what will get you there.”

“Keep your hands on me.”

As soon as Knox returned to the hard, sweeping press of his fingers, that tingling
sensation started in her tailbone.

Shiori wasn’t even touching her clit when she started to come. Her pussy clamped down
on his cock and the pulsing rush happened deep inside her, sending another wash of
vibrations through her.

“Jesus. Yes.” Knox kept the same rhythm as he reached that point. She felt his cock
jerking within her as his balls emptied.

He let out another grunt and started to slow the pumping of his hips. Before he stopped
moving entirely, he pressed his chest into her back and dragged an openmouthed kiss
from behind her ear to the ball of her shoulder. “You are amazing. Thank you.” He
pulled out and flipped her onto her back, taking a moment to kiss her thoroughly before
he went to ditch the condom.

Now Shiori was too hyped up to go back to sleep. When Knox appeared by the side of
the bed, he’d already slipped his lounge pants back on.

He held out his hand. “I’ll finish cooking you breakfast.”

“I’m not doing the walk of shame even in your kitchen by putting my club clothes back
on. Do you have anything I could wear?”

Knox rummaged in the closet. He handed her a long-sleeved white shirt.

“This?”

He shrugged. “I wanna see you in one of my shirts, knowing you’ve got nothing on beneath
it.”

She shoved her arms into the sleeves. “Speaking of shirts? Only button-up or snap
shirts when you’re with me. I hate having to fight to get my hands on your chest.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The tail of Knox’s shirt brushed her knees. There seemed to be six inches of material
left over in the sleeves. She stopped in front of him. “I look ridiculous.”

“You look ridiculously sexy.” He rolled the cuffs up past her elbows. “There. Now
you look perfect.” He kissed the top of her head. “Don’t know what the hell happened
to your panties.”

“Do you have shorts with a drawstring? I don’t want to leave cooter marks all over
your kitchen.”

He laughed. He opened the top drawer in his dresser and fished around until he found
a pair of boxers. “Best I can do.”

“That’ll work.” She slipped them on and followed him into the kitchen.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted eggs. Or I can make pancakes or French toast.”

“Eggs would be great. Scrambled, please.”

“Coming right up.” Knox curled his hands around her waist and said, “Jump up,” and
hoisted her onto the counter.

Shiori swiped a piece of bacon off the rack and watched Knox crack four eggs and whip
them with milk. Then he threw a pat of butter in the pan. When it sizzled, he poured
in the egg mixture and dropped two pieces of bread in the toaster.

“I’d ask if there’s anything I could do to help, but I’d probably electrocute us or
burn the place down.”

“No worries. I’ve got this handled.”

“I like watching you cook.”

Knox looked up, surprise on his face. “Really? Why?”

She shrugged. “I’ve never really had a man cook for me before.”
Fearing she’d said too much, she added, “And because I can see the muscles in your
biceps flexing as you’re whipping eggs. It’s sexy.”

Then he was in her face. “Right now I wish I were a five-star chef so I could wow
you with some fancy dish.”

“I’m glad you’re making me plain scrambled eggs while I sit on the counter next to
you and steal all your bacon.” She grinned and crunched another piece.

“I’m keeping track. Those two pieces are coming out of your bacon allotment.”

“Or I could just command you to give me your bacon,” she said sweetly.

Knox laughed. “She-Cat. I’m submissive in the bedroom only. Out here? I’ll take you
to the mat over bacon, baby.”

He buttered the toast, dished up their plates, and divvied up the bacon. Then he insisted
on feeding her. Which was sweet and funny and intoxicating and just so . . . Knox.

Afterward, he cleaned up.

Shiori was ogling his ass, wondering how long he’d last in a game of blow-job torture,
when he spun around and leveled that stare at her. “What?”

“You do realize you made a devious chuckle that had my balls shriveling with fear?”

“I wasn’t aware of that.”

“The hell you weren’t.” He stepped between her knees and tugged her to the edge of
the counter. “Will it startle you into dialing your car service when I say I want
to hang out with you like a normal couple today?” He smoothed her hair down with his
hands. “Watch a movie or TV or go for a drive.”

Four loud raps sounded, followed by the squeak of the door opening and a feminine
voice yelling, “Knox? I saw your truck outside, so I know you’re home.”

He swore and headed to intercept his houseguest. “Vivie. What the hell? Since when
do you just walk into someone’s house?”

“Fair game when the homeowner was stupid enough to leave the front door unlocked,”
she retorted. “And why are you half naked?”

Jealousy gnawed at her even when she couldn’t see Knox’s visitor. Too bad she couldn’t
drop to the floor and slink into the bedroom.

“Vivie, you’re a shithead,” another female voice said. “I told you to wait until he
answered the door before you barged in here.”

“Shut it, Zara. He’s speechless because he’s so happy to see us, huh, bro?”

Bro?

“Does Mom know you two drove into the city?”

“Yes. We learned our lesson last time.”

Knox snorted.

“Omigod. Who is that?”

And . . . she’d been spotted. Shiori hopped down from the counter and did up the two
buttons on the shirt before she turned around.

Knox took her hand and pulled her forward. “These are my two little sisters. Vivie”—he
pointed to the tall blond girl—“and Zara.” He pointed to the other tall blond girl.

They really were a family of Vikings.

Vivie offered her hand. “Nice to meet you . . . ?”

“Shiori Hirano. Knox and I work together.” Why had she qualified it?

“I knew it!” Zara said with a smug smile. “You’re the one who knocked Knox on his
butt the first time you met because you outrank him.”

She looked at Knox, shocked that he’d told his sisters that story. “Yes, technically
I outrank him, but he’s still considered the highest belt level besides Sensei at
Black Arts.”

“I can’t believe someone so little threw down a guy your size, bro.”

“Me either. Don’t let her size fool ya. She’s packing mean.”

“So are you guys dating?” Zara asked, her gaze winging between Knox’s bare chest and
Shiori wearing only Knox’s shirt.

“Yes,” Knox answered without hesitation, “Shiori and I are involved, but we’re keeping
it on the down low since we work together.”

“Wait a second.” Vivie’s brow was furrowed. “You’re Ronin Black’s sister?”

“Yes. But don’t hold that against me.”

“Ronin is like—”

“The hottest guy we’ve ever met in person,” Zara finished. “He’s just so—”

“Perfect,” Vivie finished.

“Well, I think
your
brother is the hottest guy I’ve ever met,” she said.

Knox kissed the top of her head.

“He’s not bad, I guess, for an old guy,” Zara teased.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Knox said dryly. “And Ronin is three years older
than me, so there.”

“None of that PDA crap when we’re at the mall today, okay?” Vivie said.

“Mall?” Knox repeated.

“Why do you think we’re in Denver?” Vivie poked him in the chest. “We talked about
this, remember? My senior social? I need a dress?”

“Yeah, but it’s not until next month, so why are you shopping now?”

Shiori exchanged a “men are clueless” look with Vivie and Zara.

“How’d I get roped into this again?” Knox asked.

“Because you won’t let her buy a dress that’s skanky,” Zara said, “while I’d probably
encourage her to dress slutty.” She looked at Shiori. “We balance each other out.”

“What’s the age difference between you two?” Shiori asked.

“A year and a half. Vivie’s a senior this year and I’m a junior.”

“Technically, Knox is old enough to be our dad,” Vivie said.

“You’re jumping on the ‘Knox is old’ bandwagon too, Viv?”

“But we love you.” Vivie kissed his cheek. “Got any food? I’m starved.”

“Me too,” Zara said.

“You two are always starved.” He sighed. “I can cook you eggs or grilled cheese.”

“Grilled cheese,” they said in unison.

It was fascinating to see Knox in the big-brother role. He had an easy rapport with
the teenagers, and yet she knew if his mother sent him shopping with them, he wasn’t
a pushover. And it made her heart melt a little seeing his nurturing side.

Shiori had a pang of jealousy that her relationship with her brother hadn’t been like
that. Wanting to leave them to their family time, she tried to sneak out.