A Perfect Knight (Knights of Passion Series 2) Read Free Page B

lady,” he said, coming forward and opening his hands. The keys spilled onto her skirts and she touched them in wonder.
    “Do you think one of these might free me?”
    “I hope one of these may open your belt, Lady Yolanda.”
    When she’d drawn up her skirts over her slender legs to disclose the metal belt, he paused a moment. Despite what the blacksmith said there were red marks on her creamy skin, where the metal had rubbed against her. Was she ever comfortable in the contraption or was it a constant niggling reminder of her distress?
    The lock was over her hip, where the two sides of the belt came together. Simon took the first key, but it did not fit and he tossed it aside. Yolanda watched him, half propped up on the cushions on her bed, her body trembling with desperate hope.
    Simon tried each key, sometimes twice. One almost seemed to fit but didn’t, and that was the worst disappointment. Once they had tried them all, he picked them up and tried them again, just in case he had made a mistake, but none of them turned the lock. None of them unlocked the belt.
    Yolanda tried to be still, to be patient, but there were tears in her eyes when he threw the final key down with a curse.
    “I will be forever in this thing,” she said in a little voice. “That was what my husband wanted.”
    “No!” He caught her hands in his and then drew her into his arms, holding her tight. “I am not done yet,” he murmured in her ear. “I promise you, I will succeed.”
    Her trembling eased, and he felt her fingers stroking his fair hair where it curled at his nape. He began to nuzzle against her neck, then gently nip at her earlobe, making her shiver and giggle. His lips trailed along her cheekbone, finally finding her mouth, already eager for his. He found the tip of her tongue, slipping his own between her parted lips, dancing the dance of desire. When she groaned, lying back in his arms, he cupped her breast, gently squeezing her plump flesh, before using his mouth on her.
    When her fingers brushed against his cock, hugely swollen within his breeches, he almost jumped off the bed. “Simon,” she whispered, and he looked down into her flushed face, eyes half closed and sleepy with passion, her mouth swollen from his kisses. “Let me. Your quest deserves a prize.”
    “Your freedom is the prize,” he said gallantly, but his chest was already rising and falling heavily from her touch.
    “But in the meantime I will reward you in my own way.”
    Now her fingers were more purposeful, reaching to unlace him, holding him when his cock sprang out eagerly. She bent over him, her mouth covering the tip, her hands stroking the length of him. He felt her tongue tasting him, exploring him, and lay back with a groan, giving himself over to her will.
    Her hot mouth, wet tongue, her hands. He arched toward her, willing her not to stop. She leaned over him, and there was a look on her face that told him this was not forced. Lady Yolanda was enjoying having a man as her willing slave.
    “I will not be able to stop myself,” he said shakily. “My lady, are you prepared?”
    “For your seed?” she said, looking up at him. “I am ready, Simon.”
    When he erupted, hips pumping against her mouth, she seemed to relish the experience of bringing a man to climax. He drew her up into his arms, holding her half naked body against him, wishing that he could take her fully, as a man takes a woman.
    “There is no room,” she said practically, when he asked her. “ Not for a man to lie between my thighs and place his cock inside me. There is room for my hand, so that I can wash myself and perform the necessary tasks a woman must perform.”
    Simon knelt on the bed and drew up her skirts again, examining the contraption. There was a slit between her thighs, for her to perform those necessary tasks, and there was a gap where the metal band wrapped around her hips, just big enough for a hand to slip down inside.
    A small hand, he discovered,