Wedding Knight (An Impossible Series Short Story) by Julia Sykes Page B

mouth opened and closed, but she couldn’t seem to find any words.
    One corner of my lips ticked up in a cocky smile. “Nothing to say, sweetheart? I don’t hear a safe word.” My fingers curled into her bare waist. She wore only a black lace bra and panty set. I knew she was already comfortable being naked around my friends, but she’d never had a group of Doms turn on her before.
    She swallowed hard. I studied her body and found clear signs of arousal. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples hard. And I could smell the beginnings of her desire through the heavy perfume she wore.
    I hooked my forefinger through the ring at the front of the black leather collar that encircled her throat. I missed the silvery glint of her true collar, but I’d sent it off for special modifications and fully intended to return it to her on our wedding night.
    Not long to wait now.
    Using the light leverage of my hold on the temporary collar, I tugged her forward. “Come.”
    She didn’t hesitate to follow me as I led her from the bar area of the club, across the empty dance floor, and into the public dungeon space. The men accompanied us, close enough that she could feel their presence, but they didn’t encroach on my domain.
    Okay, so maybe they were my friends, after all. I could forgive their little practical joke, if Lydia was my prize.
    I stopped when we came to my desired destination in the center of the dungeon. Before Lydia could take a moment to study where I’d placed her, I fisted my hand in her hair and tipped her head back so I could take her lips. I wanted to keep her focused on me, on the sensations I would inflict upon her. I wanted her to completely lose herself and find the blissful peace that I could give her through a loving blend of pleasure and pain.
    Keeping her mouth trapped under mine, I removed her delicate lingerie, unhooking the bra and sliding the straps slowly down her arms before turning my attention to her barely-there panties. I kissed my way down her neck, between her breasts, across her belly. Her fingers slid into my hair, guiding my face toward her hot pussy. I allowed the gentle direction for a moment and pressed a soft kiss directly against her clit, teasing her through the lace panties. Then I gripped her wrists and pulled her hands away from my head.
    I looked up at her, and our eyes locked. “Stay still,” I ordered.
    She drew in a long breath and relaxed her arms at her sides, completely submissive to my will.
    Fuck, she was perfect.
    My palms grazed along her tanned thighs as I pulled the panties down her long legs. I tore my eyes from hers so I could study the slick arousal glistening on her pretty pink pussy lips. I blew a stream of cool air across her heated flesh. She gasped, but my good girl didn’t rock her hips toward me to beg for more. She stayed still, as I’d instructed. Even though I was on my knees before her, I was utterly in control.
    When the black lace reached her feet, I grasped her ankle, silently urging her to step out of the panties and spread her legs wide for me. She moved gracefully, her complete trust in me making her body pliant in my hold.
    I got to my feet, keeping less than an inch of space between us. I wanted her to feel my influence, but not my touch. She’d be quivering in anticipation before I put my hands on her again.
    “Derek.” I raised my voice so he could hear me over the sensual beat of the music, but I didn’t take my eyes off Lydia’s gorgeous face. I would watch her every slight change in expression as I toyed with her. “I’ll need a few items, if you don’t mind.”
    “Of course not,” he replied, his tone lilting with amusement. “It’s your party.”
    “Hmmm,” I mused. “It is a party. I can’t have all the fun. Why don’t you guys pick out your party favors?”
    Lydia’s soft lips parted, and her big eyes widened. “Master,” she whispered, my title somewhere between protest and erotic longing.
    My lips twisted in a