Knight by Kristen Ashley
I had the scary, crazy thought that I might too.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“You wanna talk to me about anything, I’m here. But more advice, you talk to him. He’s already laid this shit out so clearly he intends to be open and honest with you, you tell him where you’re at. What you liked, what you didn’t. Give him cues when you’re ready to go further. Then, I swear, babe, he’ll love you forever. A gorgeous bitch to class his act on his arm that makes him laugh, knows how to cook, understands the meaning of loyalty and who can get his rocks of just the way he likes it. Nothing better and he’ll know it too.”
I giggled again then stopped suddenly and whispered, “I’m glad he gave us this too, even though he didn’t know he was. I’m glad because you shared with me something about you and now you know no matter what, you can share anything with me, honey.”
It was her turn to say, “Yeah.”
I grinned.
Then I heard a faraway, indistinct sound echoing in Knight’s vast apartment like someone was coming in the front door.
My body jerked then my head went back to the clock.
Ten eighteen.
I listened to the noises.
Knight was home early. Or maybe he just came home to get something.
I listened for footsteps on the floor, didn’t hear them and wondered why he didn’t come see me as I pushed off the bed and said, “Knight’s home. Maybe he’s picking something up.”
“As you walk your round, white ass to wherever he is in that crib, wrack your brain about how you can be a bad girl then call me tomorrow and thank me.”
I smiled at the phone so I knew she heard it when I hit the hall and whispered, “Later, honey.”
“Bad girl, baby.”
“Right,” I muttered.
“Right,” she stated firmly then softly, “Later.”
Then she was gone and I was rounding the L of the hall.
The living room was dark as I left it since after talking with Viv, I was going to bed. But I saw a faint light coming from the hall to the front door.
I rounded the corner and saw the door in the hall that I’d never seen open, opened and light was pouring out.
“Honey, you needed something, I don’t usually go to sleep until eleven,” I called down the hall, still walking. “You could have phoned me. The club is a ten minute drive. I could have dropped it –”
I stopped in the door, stopped talking, saw it was an unsurprisingly very big, well-appointed, kickass study, though not in any way like the rest of the kickass but spare, colorless, stylized apartment but warm, masculine and lived in.
And last, Nick Sebring was squatting next to what looked like a safe set in a golden wood cabinet. The safe was unopened and his furious gaze was aimed at me.
“Take one step to me, Nick, I run to Knight’s room, lock myself in and I don’t call 911. I call Knight,” I warned as he straightened.
“Now I fuckin’ get it,” he whispered irately, his eyes on me burning with barely controlled fury.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, looking at the safe.
“Not dinner, not you,” he hissed. “That pussy’s for sale.”
My eyes shot to him.
“Um… excuse me?”
He crossed his arms on his chest. “Disappointing. Thought you were a sweet piece. Worth it. Worth the work. The trouble. The kind that would make you wanna fix. Permanently. Shoulda known when you showed at that party here. Not your scene. But you wanted Knight, hoped he’d be here. And, congratulations, babe,” his eyes swept me in my PJs, “seems you got him.”
I sucked in breath and asked, “Nick, how did you get in here?”
His gaze swept me again and they were working. Then something shifted in his face, his eyes. Something ugly, calculating but I wasn’t certain I got it.
Then he spoke but not to answer my question.
“Head’s up, you don’t deserve it but you’re not the first.”
I sucked in another breath and informed him, “I know that.”
His head tipped to the side, he smiled a nasty smile and he asked, “So, you’re okay with the charity?” My body got tight. “’Course you are, baby.” He took a step toward me, I took a step into the hall, bracing for flight and he stopped. “Comes with the good shit. The apartment. He buy you clothes yet? A car?”
I stared at him as my heart started beating faster.
“No car,” he muttered, watching me closely. “Knight, he likes it like that. Sees the pretty ones with the cheap shoes and twenty dollar haircuts. Wantin’ more. Got a streak in him, acts on it. Shows ‘em good. Shows ‘em sweet. Steaks. Nice clothes. Satin sheets. Gets off on it. Advice? Hang on tight for the car, baby. He’ll let you keep it.”
I ignored this, for now, and stated, “You obviously have keys. It’s likely Knight would want you to return those to me right before you leave, which would be about now.”
“Don’t get lost,” he whispered, leaning into me, watching me closely. “Don’t think he’ll keep you. He gets bored with his charity cases and he does it easy. Could be days. Could be weeks. Could be longer. Anya, with you, I bet he keeps you around a while. But he’ll get tired of you. He’ll scrape you off. And you’ll have the car, the clothes but you’ll be precisely where you started and Knight won’t look back. He never looks back. He just waits for the next pretty one to show at Slade in a dress someone else wore before her and shoes she hopes no one notices and then he’ll give it to her sweet. Until he’s done with her too.”
I tried to calm my breathing, lifted my hand, palm up and demanded, “Keys.”
He walked to me.
I stepped back to give him plenty of room then braced as he stopped in the hall with me.
“Just sayin’, I know it’s sloppy seconds to my fuckin’ brother but, he gets done with you, find me. I’ll give you sweet too and it’ll also last a while.”
“Keys,” I hissed.
He lifted his hand and dropped the keys but did it purposefully so they missed my palm and hit the floor. I kept my eyes to his not about to go for them with him still there.
Then I jumped to the side as his leg went back and he kicked the keys. I didn’t watch them but I listened to them sail across the floor and bump down the stairs into the sunken living room.
“Fuck him good, Anya, and when you come to me, you can show me how my brother likes it,” he whispered to me.
“Now’s your time to leave,” I whispered back
He glared at me.
Then he turned and took his time walking to the door.
Knight’s door locked automatically. I heard it catch then I ran to it and turned the deadbolt.
Then I stood at the door.
Charity case.
Clothes.
Steaks.
Car.
Car.
“Shit car, babe. Gotta get you something decent.”
He said that, not straight out saying he’d buy me one but hinting at it and he barely fucking knew me.
Nick knew.
The steaks.
The stupid steaks.
Nick knew.
Knight Sebring looked at my shoes, fifteen minutes later walked through my apartment and he got himself a live one.
Nick knew.
Knight hadn’t even fucked me and he spent thousands of dollars on me.
I should have known in his luxury condo with his Aston Martin and his shit-hot club that Knight Sebring who could have anybody would not chose me unless there was some jacked reason why.
“Wars fought over a face like this.”
Bullshit.
I wondered how many woman he’d said that to.
I closed my eyes tight.
Then I turned, moving stiffly, I reached in and flipped the switch on the light in the study and the windowless room went black. Then, like I’d be graded for the endeavor, I carefully closed the door.
Then I walked slowly down the hall to the bedroom.
Then I got the heck out of there.
* * * * *
The covers were yanked off, my eyes flew open and my first thought was that he busted through the chain.
I knew it was him.
And I knew this because the room was filled with vibrating, searing heat.
“Knight –” I whispered but that was all I got out before I was out of bed, moved, tugged and positioned until I was straddling him as he sat on the side. His arm locked around my hips, his other hand fisted in my hair holding my face an inch from his
“It’s fuckin’ three thirty in the morning and I drove here from my place where I found my bed empty. Then I got here and the chain was fuckin’ on. One word answer,” he bit out. “Yes or no. You forget where you were supposed to sleep and who was gonna be sleepin’ beside you? And, babe, warning, the answer better be yes.”
I stared into his shadowed face.
Then I said, “No.”
He instantly started to swing me out.
But I clamped on and snapped, “Knight! No. You don’t get to punish me. We’re over.”
He stilled.
Completely.
“What the fuck?” he whispered.
“Nick came over tonight.” His body, already still, went solid under me. “He had a key. We had a chat. I know.”
“You know,” he clipped then, “You know what?”
“I know about your charity cases.”
Silence.
Scary silence.
Terrifying silence then in a sinister, soft whisper, “My what?”
“The girls you find, the pretty ones that you take care of, you spoil then you get tired of and scrape off,” I reminded him. “Girls like me.”
More silence and it was more terrifying, the room stifling such was his fury.
I kept going. He might be pissed, really pissed but I couldn’t imagine he’d hurt me.
“So we’re over.”
“Nick told you that,” he stated.
My arms clamped around his shoulders loosened and I tried to push away but his hold got tight so I stopped.
“Yes,” I answered belatedly.
“Nick came to my house, saw you, told you that and you believed it and left me.”
It was my turn to still.
And I did it at his tone which was scathing.
Then I whispered, “Yes.”
“Left without callin’. Left without callin’ at the very least to tell my motherfucking dickhead of a brother was in my house when he shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t even have a key, which is obviously somethin’ he hid from me then he lied to me when I took his other key. Then he talks shit to you about me and you don’t call me about that either. You don’t wait for me to come home and tell it to me. You just leave.”
Uh-oh.
“Knight.”
“I’m gonna let you off me, Anya, then you’re gonna crawl into bed on your own, cheek to the mattress, ass in the air and feel lucky we are not at my place. You need a cane, at least a strap but all I got is my belt and that might mark you so you’re gonna take my hand.”
A cane?
I didn’t ask that.
“He lied to me?” I asked and it was the wrong thing to do. His arm got so tight, I couldn’t breathe, his fist twisted in my hair and pain spiked across my scalp.
Both these went on for no more than a second before his hold loosened and he spoke.
“Yeah. He lied to you. You know who hasn’t lied to you?”
Oh God.
“Knight –”
“Me,” he growled.
“Honey.”
His arm and hand left me as he ordered, “Crawl in bed, Anya.”
“Knight –”
“Do it or I swear to Christ you won’t sit easy for a week.”
My pulse spiked but my limbs moved. I crawled into bed, my breath stopping and starting until I got to the middle. Then I put my cheek to the mattress, my ass in the air, my arms cocked at my sides.
The bed moved with Knight moving but I could only see his frame shadowed in the dark room.
“Yank the drawstring,” he ordered.
My hand moved and I yanked.
I no sooner did this when my pajama shorts and panties were yanked down to my thighs.
“Spread your legs, Anya, wide, keep those tight.”
I spread my legs until I couldn’t spread them further as they caught taut on my shorts and undies.
Surprising me, his hand slid between my legs and my thighs quivered.
“My baby is very lucky,” he whispered, pressing in and rubbing and my fingers curled into the comforter. “I love her pussy, love this sweet ass. Tonight I’ll make that ass throb but I love that pussy so much, I won’t wanna take it tomorrow with pain getting in my way.”
I closed my eyes tight and put everything into keeping perfectly still.
His hand left me and the bed moved some more. Then nothing but I heard the swish and whoosh of clothes hitting the floor and when the bed moved again I knew he was coming back to me naked.
Oh God.
Viv was right.
I’d jacked up.
Big time.
And this was scary, crazy, hot.
My thighs kept quivering.
I felt him above me then I felt his fingers curl into my camisole and pull it up. My head and arms went with it as he yanked it off and it was gone. But he caught my hair, gave it a rough, gentle tug and I came up to my forearms.
“I wanna be hard and aching when I beat that ass red, baby, take my cock, make it ache,” he ordered then another tug on my hair until I was on my hands. Then I felt his hand guiding his cock to my mouth. The tip against my lips, he slid it light against them until I opened them and he surged inside, already hard.
Oh God. I liked that.
Scary, crazy, hot.
My neck arched back and I moaned against his cock.
“No,” he growled. “Gonna fuck your face, baby.”
Oh God!
He held my head back by my hair and he did just that.
And, God, oh my God, I loved every stroke.
He gave it to me and I took it. Slow, faster, harder, Knight using my hair to pull me to him as he thrust into me. When I was moaning, using everything I had to suck as he thrust and keep my fingers from moving between my legs, he slid out.
“Cheek to the mattress,” he commanded and I went down.
The bed moved.
Then Knight punished me.
Sharp, hard, stinging, I winced and flinched and gasped and only vaguely noticed his hand never came down in the same place twice.
Then he stopped and rubbed between my legs, hard, deep.
Then back to my bottom, again, again. The pain radiating down my thighs, tingling between my legs. My mouth was open but no sound came out because I’d lifted my fist to press it to it. My other hand clenched the comforter.
Then back between my legs, finger hitting my clit, rolling, working me until I whimpered. Then it slid away and he was at my ass, the sound of his palm striking against my skin filling the room.
Then his fingers curled into my shorts and panties and yanked them down sharply, they rounded my knees then they were whisked away.
“Up on just your knees, Anya,” he ordered and I pushed up, breathing heavily and felt his hand at my belly, sliding down, curling in, cupping me as I felt his lips move to my ear. His middle finger sliding through the wet, he whispered, “Baby’s soaked. Dripping. Daddy’s gonna eat you now. You’re gonna come on my face. You gotta grind down, baby, you do it. Take all you can get from my mouth. Right?”
“Right,” I breathed.
“Right?” he repeated, his hand cupping my sex drawing up slightly.
Oh God.
Scary.
Hot.
“Right, Daddy.”
“That’s it, baby. Stay still, Daddy’ll take you.”
Then he did, positioning under me, his hands came to my hips and he pulled me down to his face.
Then he started eating me.
I was so ready, I instantly ground into him rocking.
One of his hands left my hip and wrapped around his cock. I knew it, partially watched it through the dark, heard it and felt his groans and growls between my legs as the pads of the fingers his other hand dug into me.
I kept grinding down into his mouth, moving, shifting rocking and it took no time at all before I came. Not hard. Excruciating. It rocked me so deep, I cried out and couldn’t hold myself up. I went forward, hands in the bed by Knight’s waist.
His hand at my hip kept yanking me down as he kept at me and himself. I panted, still rocking, still coming, my eyes glued to his shadowed fist working his cock then I came again. He kept at me and I watched the shadow of his hand moving on his cock and I came again.
Oh God, had anyone died from too many orgasms?
“Honey,” I rasped.
His hand yanked me down hard, he sucked deep, God, so deep. Then he growled and I came again as he did too.
He lapped at me and stroked himself lazily as we both came down then his head turned, he kissed the inside of my thigh and he muttered, “Climb off me, baby. Go get me a wet cloth.”
I did as I was told, reaching for my pajamas when my feet hit the floor at the side of the bed and his voice came back at me.
“No clothes, Anya.”
I looked to his shadowy form lounging on a forearm in the bed, nodded then did as I was told but did it naked.
When I came back, Knight was sitting with shoulders to the headboard, knees up and my sex spasmed at the sight, he was so damned sexy, even in shadow.
“Crawl up from the bottom, baby, want you between my legs as you clean me.”
Again, I moved as instructed and did what I was told.
When I was done, I got, “Take that to the bathroom then come back to me.”
I nodded and carried out my order, coming back to a Knight who hadn’t moved.