The Last Good Knight Part IV: Fit to Be Tied

The Last Good Knight: An Original Sinners novella told in five parts.

Part IV: Fit to Be Tied

With her feelings for Lance warring with her recent encounter with Søren, Nora returns to Lance’s bed and finds herself toying with the idea of...toying with him on a permanent basis. But, after she gets a glimpse into his personal angst, Nora realizes she has the power to rescue this white knight...

The Last Good Knight

Part IV: Fit to Be Tied

Tiffany Reisz

An Original Sinners Story

Told in Five Parts

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Dedication

Dedicated to the brave men and women who serve in the U.S. Navy.

You all are my knights in occasionally wet armor.

And to Tommy and Elizabeth.

About the Author

Tiffany Reisz’s books inhabit a sexy, shadowy world where erotica, romance and gothic literature meet and do immoral and possibly illegal things to each other. The first book in her international bestselling series The Original Sinners was named the RT Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Erotic Romance. She is a very bad Catholic. Visit her website, www.tiffanyreisz.com, for news, gossip and wholly inappropriate bedtime stories.

Contents

Fit To Be Tied

“What? He was in my dungeon?” Nora demanded.

“That’s also the good news.”

“Please tell me someone caught him in the act.”

“Let’s just say you owe our friend Griffin Fiske a debt of gratitude. I can guess in what form he’ll take repayment.”

“Griffin?”

“I underestimated Griffin. He’d make an excellent bodyguard. I should apologize to the man.”

“How bad is it?”

“Let’s just say you’re going to need to a new rug, Maîtresse. Yours is...bloody. And the culprit is in the hospital.”

Nora listened for a few minutes as Kingsley told her the story. They hung up and Nora returned to the living room and found Lance picking his shirt up off the floor.

“You’re not going to need that,” she said, nodding at the shirt in his hands.

“Why not?”

“They caught him. And by ‘they’ I mean my friend Griffin caught him breaking into my dungeon. Griffin beat the shit out of the guy.”

“Thank God you weren’t there,” Lance said sounding genuinely relieved.

“I know. I wouldn’t have been nearly as merciful as Griffin. I would have killed him and then gotten arrested. Again. If he laid a finger on my red-and-black riding crop, I swear to God I’ll rip his heart out.”

“Special crop?”

“Christmas present,” she said. “From my priest.”

“You are a weird Catholic.”

“There is no other kind,” she said.

“This is the guy who beat up Mistress Natasha? They’re sure?”

“Natasha came to a couple hours ago. She knew the guy—client of hers with money trouble. King was right. Just a robbery. He got five thousand dollars off Natasha. Decided to see if the other dominatrixes in the city also kept cash on them. Has a nasty drug problem apparently. Owed a lot of money to dealers.”

“I want to beat the shit out of him, too. Why does this Griffin guy get to have all the fun?”

“Speaking of having all the fun...you know what this means, right?”

“Tell me,” Lance said, a smiling forming on his lips.

“You’re not my bodyguard anymore.”

Lance let his shirt drop from his fingers. This time he didn’t bother to fold the damn thing.

“Good boy.”

Lance followed her up the stairs. The second he stepped into her bedroom, Nora shoved him hard against the wall and kissed him with everything in her.

“This is what’s going to happen,” she said, between soft bites of his lips. “I’m going to cuff you to my bed. Then I’m going to decorate the front of your body with a set of welts and bruises to match the set on your back. And then I’m going to climb on your cock and ride it until it breaks off. You have any objections to that plan?”

“Only the part about my cock breaking off, Mistress.” He started to reach for her but Nora caught his hands and pressed them into the wall.

“That was erotic hyperbole.”

“Then no, I have no objections.”

“Good. Not that I would have changed my plans if you did. You’re mine today.”

“All yours. Every part of me.”

Nora’s heart clenched at the solemn tone of his pledge. If only she could believe that; if only she could keep him. Then again...maybe he meant it. Maybe she could keep him. Maybe she would keep him.

“Get rid of the clothes. Pull the covers back. Lay in the center of the bed. Say hello to my ceiling. Now.” She snapped her fingers and Lance immediately unzipped his pants. He’d just come a few minutes ago but she could see that he was already getting aroused again.

As Lance moved to follow her orders—naked, covers back, center of bed, hello ceiling—Nora threw open her closet and dug for supplies. Playing on the front of the body required a bit more finesse than the back did. With the thicker skin on the back of the body one had to work very hard to do real damage back there. But the front of the body had all those pesky internal organs to deal with.

Nora found her smallest, thinnest cane—a white plastic little beauty no bigger than a conductor’s baton. She also found her smallest flogger with the thin sharp tails. She didn’t know if Lance liked CBT or not. Guess she’d find out.