The Knights of the Public Realm Ch. 06

Ann woke with a start, her eyes widening to a dark room. The room was still, and still groggy from sleep she tried to process why she was awake. There was a loud noise from some distance, followed by a distant but unmistakable peal of laughter. As her eyes became accustomed to the dark she realised that whomever was making the noise likely woke her up. Her disorientation quickly turned to frustration, she had needed all the rest she could given the exertions of the tournament, and the evening too. Lighting a candle and throwing on a loose gown she went to put an end to the intrusion and then to return to sleep.

As she strode down the deserted corridor towards the great hall the noise became more distinct. There were three or possibly four voices, one of which she thought she recognised. And, sure enough as she swung open the great door there was Sir Lawrence along with three of his retinue, one of whom was the steward who she had watched with Amy.

The scene in front of her froze, the men were rearranging the long mess tables in the hall, and although this seemed fairly harmless they looked guilty enough and cowed their heads. All except Sir Lawrence who kept his eyes firmly locked on Ann, his eyes flashing with passion. Suddenly she became conscious of how she looked, and regretted not picking up a cape or over gown. What she was wearing was loose and thin, her nipples hard underneath and showing quite prominently. She felt on show whenever Sir Lawrence's gaze was upon her, she knew he was mentally undressing her and her mind jumped unbidden to his come on her chest, how he had devoured her with his eyes as she pleasured himself for him.

One of the retinue mumbled an apology before Ann could draw herself back and express her anger and they exited towards their rooms on the far side of the castle. Feeling her job was done Ann turned on her heel and strode off towards her chambers in the opposite direction, trying to distance herself from the vulnerability she had felt. As she walked though she heard a stride matching hers. She sped up a little, hoping to reach her chambers before he caught up. She didn't need to look, she would recognise the sound of his steps anywhere now. Her hand reached out for the great metal ring on the door just as he felt his hand on her back, pushing her against the cold stone of the wall.

She yelped. Embarrassed by the weak sound she resolved to be more stubborn, to be less responsive. His hand held her firmly to the wall, the flimsy fabric offering no protection to her lithe body underneath. His breath was on her neck, warm by comparison and Ann felt the adrenaline course through her body and a knot of desire began to form.

"You forget yourself Ann, you are mine all night."

She bit her tongue but inwardly gasped. Her heart raced and her knees weakened, he was opening up her eyes to previously unfelt desires, pinned to the wall she wanted him, wanted to be taken by him, hard, rough, urgently.

Still held in place, his other hand caressed the curve of her ass and began to gather in the length of the gown, the hem inching upwards each time. She felt the coldness of the air on the back of her legs as she was gradually exposed, her clit starting to twitch in response, knowing that she would soon be taken where she stood. His hand wasted no time, running masterfully along the inside of her thigh and caressing the plump lips of her pussy. Ann could feel how wet she had become, ashamed of how quickly she had become aroused, ashamed of how she was allowing him to use her right here in the corridor but also overwhelmingly aroused by it too. She yearned for him inside her, and spread her legs a little so that she could better offer herself to him.

Sir Lawrence obliged, slowly edging his finger in, circles ever increasing in depth. She shuddered with pleasure, biting her lip trying not to moan yet. His finger caressed and explored her, sliding out and over her hard clit before being enveloped once more. His teeth played with her eye lope, his lips kissed her neck and the knot of desire grew ever larger, ever stronger. Ann knew she was going to climax stood there and she embraced the desire.

His fingers sped up, now two sliding inside her. She ground down on them a little, offering resistance to their slowly increasing action.

"Would you like to come for me Ann?"

His fingers quickened, her resolve not to moan broken as the perfect strokes filled her. She nodded, not out of modesty but an inability to form words, focussing instead on the climax about to break. He slowed, cruelly.

"Yes. Yes Sir."

Still slow, his fingers teasing her. Ann let out a moan of frustration and need.

"Yes Sir, please may I come. Please?"

"Good girl, come for me."

His fingers immediately returned to the perfect stroke and her pussy contracted hard around them, her body shuddering to a powerful climax at his words. She pressed herself hard against the wall for fear of falling as every part of her exploded in perfect pleasure. His flips were deliciously soft on her neck as he returned her gown to the floor and he began to whisper soothingly to her, telling her how incredible she was, how he was looking forward to the following evening, how wonderful she felt.

Blushing and tired Ann managed to pull herself away from the wall and slumped into his arms. Sir Lawrence opened the door and carried her to her bed, laying her there carefully.

Ann smiled sleepily, and did not even hear the door close. She woke to the strong rays of the morning sun, and to a commotion in the courtyard below. There was much angry shouting and clearly something significant had happened. Just as she was sitting up in bed Sarah knocked and entered the room, full of news.

"Good morning ma'am. Sir Lawrence's horse has fallen lame overnight!"

Sarah beamed, the news obviously favouring her mistress in the jousts today. Indeed, protocol would dictate that Sir Lawrence would not ride and yield the day. Ann felt a mass of conflicting emotions, having wanted to win by her own hand but was glad of the victory. But she felt loss at missing out on Sir Lawrence this evening, and her heart pined more for that than celebrating the unexpectedly easy victory.

Once washed and dressed Ann approached the stables to see what had befallen the horse overnight. No one could explain it but there was no denying that Sir Lawrence's horse could not be ridden today, his hind legs unable to break into anything beyond a gentle canter. Ann's heart sank to see the magnificent beast so hampered, remembering how impressed she had been by the horse and rider on the ride just the other day. She hoped that a full recovery would be made and made sure to tell the stable hands to do everything possible to aid that.

Returning to the great hall she saw Sir Lawrence, his face one of disappointment and no little anger. Unsure whether to commiserate with his she hesitated at the door, her decision made when he looked up, saw her and approached her.

"You have heard the news no doubt, my horse is lame and I must therefore forfeit the day. It is a shame as I was most looking forward to this evening."

He spoke without anger, but perhaps a little wistfully, and made a deep, courteous bow. Ann's mouth started working far in advance of her mind, and before she knew what was happening she spoke.

"Oh come now Sir Lawrence, I'm always keen to spend the evening with my esteemed guests, perhaps you might join me in my chambers. Besides, I had you as favourite for the day."

Ann blushed at her forthrightness, how brazen she was, but her desire had overwhelmed her and for a moment she had spoken her mind. Now, however, she wanted the ground to eat her up, and she turned tail and walked away as quick as she could. Sir Lawrence, taken aback and utterly delighted, watched her walk. Grinning now, his dark mood lightened immeasurably and he was already looking forward to the evening.

The day dragged, the jousting dulled without the tension of true competition. They both cheered on their respective champions and counted down the hours. Time inched slowly closer and with each hour the excitement grew. B's anxiousness grew also, she had yielded to Sir C, had agreed to experience Seetoozy without the faintest idea what it was. But through the nervousness she was sure that Sir C would look after her, would bring her new and revelatory pleasures.

Her thoughts continued in this way, flipping between anxiousness and anticipation right through the competition, through the champions banquet, through the hot bath Sarah ran for her, and right until the moment the door opened and Sir Lawrence filled the door frame.

He stood for a moment, surveying the room. There was a chill that night and Sarah had lit a fire in the hearth. Ann was sat on her grand four poster bed, her gown unlaced at the chest a little, showing the start of her enticing cleavage. She had undone and redone back up the lacing so many times that she had lost count. Sir Lawrence, satisfied with all that he saw strode into the room, bringing a small bag with him, which he set down on the floor.

"So then Ann. Thank you for your invitation, I was most pleased. I trust that you understand you must yield to me, you must do as you are instructed, and you must wear this."

Sir Lawrence produced a length of dark coloured silk from his bag. Ann looked up, nervous as to his intentions, but willing to comply. She was enthralled to his voice, his actions, his every word. He motioned her to stand and once she had he secured the silk around her eyes, knotting it firmly. Checking she was unable to see anything he kissed her, gently, their lips brushing and then engaging more fully.

In the darkness her other senses were heightened and the kiss felt exquisite. As they kissed she felt the pull of the lacing holding her gown being undone and the clothing drop away. She found herself naked in front of Sir Lawrence again and felt more comfortable than she thought possible. His eyes ranged over her, consuming every part of her, delighting in each curve. She heard him sigh happily, hungrily, and she blushed a little, aroused and embarrassed and utterly his. He guided her to sit and then lay on the bed. There was a pause and rustling by the bag before his voice floated through the darkness.

"I'm going to secure you to this bed now Ann, the better to pleasure you. I want you to know that this can be stopped at any moment, with one word. A special, safe word. Yours will be...tournament. Can you say that for me?"

"Tournament, Sir"

"Good girl. Use it only if you feel you can take no more. Now that is understood I want you to know that you are only to come when I have given permission. And to do so without permission will result in punishment, Is that clear?"

Ann nodded, aware that as Sir Lawrence had been speaking her ankles, silken ropes had been tied to each and they were now being secured to the posts at the bottom of the bed, rendering her legs spread wide and vulnerable. Her wrists were next, his handiwork quick and secure, the binding firm and her arms extended to the posts also. Ann contemplated how she had come to be here, blindfolded and bound, vulnerable and at the mercy of this incredible man. Her body was on edge, each nerve desperate for attention, her clit throbbing, her nipples hard, nervous and keen, anxious and aroused, a tumult of emotions that could only be stilled by Sir Lawrence, his voice, his lips, his tongue.

He traced languid kissed over her restrained body, leaving no part of her smooth skin untouched. Dwelling on each curve, every part of her was fully explored, awakened. He took her nipples deep into the warmth of his mouth forcing her back to arch and the pit of her stomach to tense and turn somersaults. His teeth were fleetingly sharp, his lips soft and warm. In the darkness, unable to move, to help or to resist Ann had no choice but to accept his attentions, his diligent preparation as he edged slowly down her exquisite body.

The kisses traced over her navel and down over her mound of fine pubic hair. She kept it cropped close finding it more comfortable when riding her horses, and this provided the added bonus of additional sensitivity to Sir Lawrence's lips and tongue. Slowly he kissed down either side of her thighs. She pulled against her restraints as his warm breath and soft lips traveled towards her apex, only to skip the one kiss she needed most and then continue down the other side of her legs. The pressure of an orgasm was growing, brooked only by the frustration of his deliberate lack of contact with her twitching clit. He was good at this she thought, not at all happy and absolutely delighted at the same time.

Sir Lawrence was enjoying himself, at the control he was exerting over the beautiful, bound woman. Her pussy was glistening in front of him and it was all he could do to continue the delicious torture. He began to kiss a little closer to her plump, enticing lips, indulging himself with an occasional glance with his tongue over her wetness. She tasted devine and he longed to devour her more fully. Ann clearly felt the same, her body shuddering in pleasure as soon as his tongue strayed over her.

Finally Sir Lawrence could wait no longer and brought his hungry mouth to her hard, quivering clit. His tongue was soft, gentle, glancing circles that were barely there over the hood of her clit, slowly building pressure. It was exquisite torture for Ann, the warmth and pressure of his tongue was mind blowing; perfectly calibrated to bring enormous pleasure but not enough to push over the brink of an enormous climax. Instead he skillfully built her up, edging her closer and then receding with a variety of pressures and flicks of his tongue. Ann's mind was blissfully empty except for the incredible sensations he was producing. Her back arched and she shuddered once more with a pleasure she had not known existed.

"Please. Please. Please."

She heard herself starting to beg, as if another person's voice. She knew she needed to come and at that moment would have done anything to feel his tongue hard on her clit. Indeed, his tongue started to stiffen, its previously feather-light circles now harder, now moving her clit more, moving her closer and closer to the edge. But he had issued no permission yet and Ann knew that there would be consequences.

"Please Sir. I need to come. Let me come. Please."

This seemed to spur him on and devour her completely. His mouth, his tongue, his lips seemed to exist only for her, to be a part of her, to be reaching inside her and taking her to a point of no return. A pause, a cruel gap in sensation that was, in itself, an exquisite pressure.

"Come for me."

His tongue returned to her clit, perfectly placed and pitched. Ann shuddered, her legs and arms pulling futilely at their restraints and came hard. He carried on attending to her clit, his tongue working furiously now as her hips writhed and bucked. Ann had never climaxed quite as much, her body a raging battleground of pleasure, fireworks appearing before her eyes in the darkness. Just as the edge of pleasure had started to recede so another broke out, sending her body into uncontrollable spasms of exquisite relief.

Sir Lawrence skilfully continued to pleasure her, his tongue lighter now, more circumspect around her overly sensitive clit. He lowered her back down from the giddy heights of her pleasure carefully, lovingly, knowing that to drop too far would ruin the experience, she was in his care and it was a trust he valued. Ann gradually came down, aftershocks of her orgasms rushing through her body suddenly, forcing gasps and shudders.

Sir Lawrence carefully undid the knots on her restraints, unbinding her and massaging the skin underneath gently, making sure there the blood flowed freely. He undid the blindfold, instructing Ann to keep her eyes closed as he removed it. She complied, unable to do anything other than follow his instructions. He kissed each eyelid gently before allowing her to open her eyes once more.

She smiled up at the man in front of her, gazing down at her. He looked proud of her, proud of how her body had responded so perfectly to his. He kissed her forehead.

"Good night Ann. Tomorrow I would like to spend the evening with you, here, and wake next to you in the morning. But for now, sleep well."

She smiled, the kind of smile that starts on your lips and runs all the way to the bottom of your stomach. She was utterly enthralled by the man, and she drifted to sleep imagining his strong arms wrapped tightly around her, the warmth of his chest on her cheek and the feel of his lips upon her.