I watched his lips twitch then he murmured, “I think I like this bitch.”

“She’s a submissive.”

Oh God! Did I blurt that out?

I watched Knight do a slow blink.

Yep, I blurted that out.

I pressed deep and gave him a squeeze of my arms. “Don’t tell her I told you,” I begged on a whisper. “I don’t even know why I told you.”

“She out that before or after you told her I own you?” he asked, totally clued in.

Oh boy.

“After.”

He grinned. “Built-in advisor. Lucky for you, babe.”

I rolled my eyes.

I felt his body shake with his chuckle as his arms gave me a squeeze.

When I rolled them back he asked, “She owned?”

I shook my head and whispered like Viv, who was space and walls away, could hear if I didn’t, “Looking.”

“Won’t look long,” he muttered.

“She made it sound like it wasn’t easy to find the right one.”

His eyes held mine and he replied, “It f**king isn’t.”

Oh.

My.

His eyes got lazy, his head dipped, he kissed me lightly then he pulled back.

“Lunch,” he declared. “No salad.”

Yes, a good, kind man.

“Thanks, honey,” I whispered.

“You’re welcome, babe,” he whispered back, I got another squeeze, he let me go and we walked in together.

Knight went to the kitchen.

I went to Vivica and Sandrine.

* * * * *

“Roll, baby.”

My body sated, my wrists tied to the slats of the headboard with soft, strong, black silk scarves, I rolled to my belly which meant I rolled close to Knight whose front was now pressed to my side.

It was much later, Viv had taken Sandrine home and it was finally just us.

“Pull yourself up, c**k your elbows out. It’ll be more comfortable,” Knight said softly, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back.

Apparently, he wasn’t going to untie me. And he’d just done me while I was tied to his bed and I’d come hard.

Twice.

But still, knowing that Knight wasn’t going to untie me, I quivered.

I wrapped my hands around the scarf and shifted up, cocking my elbows out and found he was right.

“Rest your head on the pillow, keep your eyes to me,” he ordered gently and I lay my head down and kept my eyes to his beauty.

His face dipped close to mine.

Then he went on softly, “Spread for Daddy.”

I licked my lips as I quivered again, this time stronger, and I opened my legs.

“Wider, baby.”

Oh God.

Another quiver.

I spread wider.

His hand slid down to my behind and his fingers dug in.

His voice was firm when he ordered, “Anya, wider.”

I went as far as I could, my left leg having to push through his heavy ones and he hooked one around.

“That’s it,” he said softly, his hand now stroking my bottom then it was just his fingertips trailing light along the skin of my ass and the small of my back.

He pulled back and settled in with an elbow in the pillow, head in his hand, eyes and fingertips on me.

Then he asked conversationally, “Tell me, you get through to your girl?”

I didn’t expect this, to be tied to the bed, naked, spread open and then have a chat.

God, weird.

And hot.

“She felt like shit but she totally freaked when I laid it out. She expected that from Viv. Not from me. It freaked Viv out too but Viv rolled with me and we tag teamed her.”

His fingers kept at me, lazy.

“You think she took it in?”

“I don’t know,” I answered quietly. “There was a lot of crying and excuses. She was embarrassed. We went over the Nick situation. I told her what you told me about the guy being into her and her losing her chance at that. She was upset at that news and Vivica was pretty harsh. So I hope so.”

“Good,” he muttered, his eyes wandered to my behind as his fingers kept drifting.

I stayed still. Knight watched his hand move. This lasted a long time. Long enough for it to go from hot and sweet to hot and torture.

Then Knight whispered, “Love my baby’s ass.”

I loved it that he loved my ass.

His eyes came back to mine.

“And she gave me Sundays.”

I smiled up at him, it was lazy and my eyes were hooded because I was getting way turned on but I did it.

“What should I give her back?” he asked.

Another quiver.

I had a thousand ideas but I bet he had more and his were better.

I didn’t say that.

Instead I pointed out, “You’ve already been super generous to me, Knight. I just moved some clients. It’s not a big deal.”

His head tipped into his hand. “It is to me.”

“Okay,” I whispered. “But I also owe you for stepping up for Sandrine.”

One side of his mouth went up and he agreed, “Yeah, you do.”

I grinned back but I used my whole mouth.

Suddenly, he leaned into me, his face to mine, his fingers slipped in a barely there touch between my legs and my h*ps jumped.

“So what’re you gonna give me?” he asked.

“What do you want?” I whispered.

“To know what you’ll give me.”

“Whatever you want,” I replied immediately and his fingers came back up in a barely there touch. Then they did it again, there but not there. I could feel the hint, the promise but they weren’t really touching.

I squirmed.

“Whatever I want?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Whatever I want,” he murmured as if turning this concept over in his mind.

“Yes,” I repeated on a breath and squirmed again as his fingers kept giving without giving.

“Still, baby,” he warned and it took effort but I stilled.

His fingers moved giving everything and nothing.

I closed my eyes.

His hand went away.

“You know I don’t like your eyes closed, Anya.”

I opened them.

His hand came back.

“You wanna know what I want?” he asked.

“Yes,” I panted.

“I wanna know how long you can take this before you lose control.”

Oh God.