The Last Good Knight Part IV: Fit to Be Tied. Tiffany Reisz

body had been denied to her for only two days, but it was with hungry hands that she touched him, stroking his body from neck to knees.

      “So you’re okay with heavy bondage?” Nora caressed his exposed inner thighs, lightly tickling them with her fingertips.

      “I haven’t done it in a long time, not since college, but I have no problems with it.”

      “Yes, you mentioned you were a boy-toy for one of your professors. How did that happen, anyway?” She tickled behind his knee and Lance flinched. She’d tied him down so thoroughly he couldn’t pull away from her touch. Good.

      “It just...happened.” Lance shook his head and smiled. “My first semester freshman year I got a job on campus as a professor’s assistant. She taught Economics, something I never planned on taking. Actually I never took any Econ courses. I didn’t ever want her to have second thoughts about sleeping with a student. I practically lived in her house, but never stepped foot in her classroom. I didn’t want to get her in trouble.”

      “I understand,” Nora said, teasing Lance’s testicles with the flogger. She didn’t hit him with it, merely let it tickle him with the tips of the tails. “I met Søren when I was fifteen. Love at first sight with a Catholic priest. I lived in fear for years that we’d get caught.”

      “You mean you lived in fear that he’d get caught. You weren’t the one who took the vow of celibacy.”

      “Still...” she said, brushing the little flogger over his hips and thighs. “I know the feeling. That feeling that what you’re doing is right, so unbelievably right, and yet knowing the entire world would say it was wrong... Terrifying to think someone would try to take a love like that away from you.”

      Lance nodded his understanding.

      “She, Katherine, was amazing. I didn’t care she was almost twenty years older than me. She was smarter and sexier than any of the girls on campus my age. Somehow she just knew what I was, what I needed. And God, she gave it to me. Pain, bondage, discipline... Being in the Navy was a vacation compared to the discipline she imposed on me. At least the Navy never told me I couldn’t have an orgasm for ten straight days in a row.”

      “Vicious woman. I love her already.”

      Nora grabbed the tips of the flogger tails and struck Lance’s inner thigh.

      “I did, too. She’d order me to go two weeks without coming and then the week after she’d make me come as much as humanly possible. Zero to sixty. I’m not kidding there. I went from having zero orgasms in two weeks to having sixty orgasms in two weeks.

      “I just tried to do the math on that to see how many orgasms a day that was and both my brain and my vagina started hurting.”

      “Comes to four-point-two-eight orgasms a day.”

      “How do you have point-two-eight orgasms?” Nora furrowed her brow at him.