Then the strap was gone and his hand was between my legs, two fingers thrusting up, tight and hard and I cried out in shock and something else altogether.

“Drenched,” he growled. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s fingers.”

Oh God. I wanted that.

So I did it.

“Harder, Anya, you gotta be ready to take your strap.”

I moved faster, harder, grinding into his fingers and this went on a while, a scary, crazy, hot while until I was whimpering.

“Stop,” he ordered but continued to thrust into me. “Stay still,” he kept ordering while finger f**king me. “You do not move unless it’s to jump to the strap. You do not, under any circumstances, come. No matter what I do to you, baby. You whisper ‘Daddy’ if you think you’re gonna come. Other than that, you do not speak unless I ask you something directly. Then you answer immediately. And you know how I want your answer, Anya. You get more if I have to remind you. Now do you get me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His fingers stopped thrusting, they started rubbing hard at my clit, I whimpered and he whispered, “Good, baby.”

Then his hand went away and in short order I knew exactly what Viv was talking about.

This was good. Better than his hand spanking me. It was awesome.

The strap stung, no doubt about it. My ass jumped, I winced. And the sound of the crack against my flesh only made things better. But like when he used his hand, Knight never brought it down in the same place twice in quick or even close succession. And he also slapped it across my thighs.

Every blow, the strap bit in, and the sting radiated out, the pain and sting traveling right between my legs until I was consistently whimpering with need. But as sharp as the sting was, the pain was fleeting and since he didn’t cover the same area repeatedly, it stayed fleeting.

He stopped and his hand thrust between my legs.

“Rub against that, hard, take yourself close,” he ordered and I did what I was told and I did it until I was close and then I moaned, “Daddy.”

He stopped and the strap was back at me. More sting. More fire. My legs were quaking, my ass jumping.

Then his hand between my legs.

“Up Anya, stay facing the desk. Fast, baby.”

I pushed myself up and felt his body close behind me.

“You aren’t done and you do not come until I give it to you. Yeah?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed.

Then he was moving and I felt his hands working at the front and behind me then I felt something smooth curling around me between my legs from ass to belly, tight. Then it was rubbing back and forth, gentle, quick, the friction, it worked me, separating me until it was right there and my head fell back as I moaned.

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 br**sts. “Look at you. Fuck me, my baby, so f**kin’ sweet.”

Then his fingers were at my ni**les, pinching, squeezing, rolling, pulling.

I stopped moving the strap.

“Keep rubbing,” he growled on a sharp tug of my ni**les.

“Daddy,” I used the word as a warning. I was close.

He tugged again at my ni**les 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 ni**les.

“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 f**king 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 h*ps 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, f**k,” he finally muttered.