Knight: Over The Edge Part 7

"Enough!" it's as if time freezes at the sound of my father's voice yelling at us. "f.u.c.king ridiculous! What're you two fighting about anyway?"

Neither Justin nor I answer right away as we both stand up straight. It never fails my dad has that effect on us. He comes into a room we immediately stand at attention, or stop whatever it is we might be doing.

"Let's try this again, boys why are you fighting?"

Justin and I glance at each other out of the corner of our eyes. Neither of us speaks though. I don't want to admit we were fighting over Kat, that I am consumed with a jealous rage when I think about her with another guy. Justin isn't answering our father, and I'm not sure why he is staying silent.

"Kat?" Dad asks.

My shoulders slump slightly at his question I notice Justin stiffens out of the corner of my eye. We are busted.

"f.u.c.king idiots. She isn't gone forever... yet."

He says as he turns and walks back to his office.

Once he closes the door behind him I turn on Justin.

"She's all yours little brother" I snarl as I slam out the front door.

Deep down I don't mean a word. I love Kat, but she betrayed me by leaving me. It's easier to pretend I don't care what happens to her in the future.

I pull my cell phone out of my pocket and tap out a message to Pete. I instruct him to find the two blonde chicks and meet me at Knight's Castle.

This would be the first time I used the Castle's services for myself. I had my private apartment there one I had never used. One I had hoped to take Kat to at some point. Things change though. My urge to dominate would have been something my Kitten would have loved, I just know it, but it's not to be. Instead, I will be exploring the club with my blondes tonight.

I enter the club, Marsha, who runs Knight's Castle for the family, is standing at the counter smiling at me. Marsha is still a beautiful woman even though she is pus.h.i.+ng forty. Her honey blonde hair rests on her shoulders accenting her green eyes. She is dressed in black leather and lace from head to toe. I lean on the counter. She smiles up at me, and I give her one of my most charming smiles.

"I need a private room for the night."

"Really?" the surprise evident in her voice.

"Yes, I want to explore my dark side,"

"Anything you want Cole" It wouldn't take much for me to charm Marsha upstairs with me. I watch as her hands fly over the keyboard in front of her. She makes a few strikes on the keys before turning around and grabbing a key off the board behind her. She pa.s.ses it to me.

"Pete will be bringing me some guests shortly, please let him know what room to bring them too."

I leave Marsha staring at me. I make my way upstairs doing my best to ignore anyone who tries to gain my attention.

I stop in front of door number five, I insert the key into the lock. It clicks as I turn it and I let myself into the guest room. The rooms on this floor are somewhere between a hotel room and the guest room in your house. I survey the green and black room, pleased at the elegance and cla.s.s it conveys. There is a huge four poster King sized bed that sits against the wall elevated on a platform. A mirror is on the ceiling above it. There are several chests of drawers along one wall. Each drawer contains new, in the package toys that a person might need for a scene. There is a cabinet that contains items that are sterilized and reused from client to client. This is a big money venture for our family. The taboo and privacy needed for BDSM has been good for our family.

There is a large open tiled room that you step down into. This room contains a hot tub, shower and other items needed for water play. There is so much about BDSM that even I don't know. It's like I only have scratched the surface and still have so much to learn. In another corner of the room is a chair containing all types of special contraptions for play as well. A medical like tray is next to it. I realize the tray is there to set up the instruments one plans to use for the night.

That prompts me to move to the drawers and I begin taking out various items that I feel will be needed tonight with the blondes. I grab lube, a fresh b.u.t.t plug, some a.n.a.l beads, a blindfold, silk restraints, a small, soft, velvety flogger and a couple different sized vibrators. I want to be a Dom but not a s.a.d.i.s.tic one.

I had spent the last couple of years talking to club members and learning about the different BDSM techniques. I watched p.o.r.ns. I even went online and researched things and joined communities and I had a long list of things I wanted to try. Tonight, Legs and Bambi had no idea what they would be helping me do. I knew the terms, the ideas etc., but tonight I am going to actually practice some of what I learned. The more I thought about what I was doing the less I thought of Kat. Knight's Castle would help me forget her completely.

Once I have everything gathered, I roll it over to the chair. Most of our play would happen there. This was not about me finding a girlfriend or soulmate. I knew who my soulmate was, and I accepted that she was gone from my life now. This was about pleasure. My pleasure. I may never make love to a woman again, but I was going to enjoy the BDSM lifestyle.

I thought about my private apartment upstairs that sat unused, because I had been waiting to invite Kat to join me there. My apartment would sit empty except for when I needed a place to crash. Especially right now, since my house and my dad's house were full of memories of Kat.

It's not long after I have everything prepared that there's a knock on the door. I open the door to Pete and the two blondes. Pete looks stoic and the girls are grinning seductively well at least trying to. I still see them as nothing but easy p.u.s.s.y.

"Come in." I tell the trio. Legs and Bambi's eyes dart around the room. Poor Bambi's eyes get wide as she notes the layout of the room and the equipment scattered throughout. Legs takes it in with a knowing smile. I motion for the girls to sit on the sofa nearby as I turn my attention to Pete.

"Stay nearby. I'll text you in a bit for some help with something,"

After tonight Kat will realize that we are done for good. Pete leaves the room, the door slamming behind him. The guys need to remember their loyalty is to me, not Kat. I don't care if the men like what I'm doing right now or not.

Setting my mind back on the girls sitting in the room with me I begin giving orders.

"Climb up in this chair," I direct Bambi as she is the more submissive one. "You," I direct towards Legs, "You'll make Bambi your good little submissive. You have free permission to use anything I have on the table. The only rule I have tonight is neither of you gets to c.u.m until I say you can."

Bambi's face shows signs of anxiety, in attempt to sooth her the only way I can I say "If you want to stop something at any time just say red and I'll stop it, do you understand?"

"Yes sir" she replies timidly.

I help tie the silk restraints around her ankles and wrists making sure they are secure enough to withstand her tugging at them. I have a feeling Legs is going to love playing Dom to her friend. I pull a chair up to sit where I can look on the action from a side angle. I don't want to miss any part of what is going to happen. I sit back with a smirk on my face eager for the show.

Legs starts hesitantly I notice her examining the toys laid out on the tray and finally see her pick up the a.n.a.l beads and lube them up generously. She carefully begins inserting the string into her friend's a.s.shole. I watch as Bambi's eyes widen in shock, but soon she relaxes until the string is all the way in to the last bead. Legs then takes a vibrator and places it on a low setting again lubing it generously before plunging it into her friend's p.u.s.s.y. I hear the gasp come from Bambi as she is penetrated. Legs bends down and pinches both nipples between her fingers, I am not sure how hard she is pinching, but I can see her friend bucking under the touch.

She kisses her friend full on the mouth pulling back saying, "I am going to love making you my b.i.t.c.h."

Something tells me I have opened a door for Legs that she has wanted open for a while. She seems to have no trouble being aggressive, or in control, with her friend. In fact, she seems very much into her friend. In a split second, I make a decision to pull out a strap on for Legs to use on her friend. I thoroughly enjoy watching the show as Legs completely brings pain and pleasure to her friend and I admire the control Bambi is showing by not c.u.mming. It's not until Legs is pounding into her with the strap on I sense that Bambi is beginning to lose it. I step closer.

"Do you need to c.u.m?" I ask her "Yes" she manages to mumble to me.

"You've been a very good girl, you've permission to c.u.m."

I watch as Legs continues to pound her friend and Bambi's hips begin lifting up to meet each thrust, she is loudly moaning, and I can tell she is close.

"That's it," I encourage her "Let it go, let your friend make you c.u.m."

That seemed to push her over the edge as she lets out an animalistic cry of pleasure. I can tell when she slumps back in the chair she is almost completely spent.

"Stop! Get down there and clean her up with your mouth," I instruct Legs.

She isn't happy, she was enjoying the feel of f.u.c.king p.u.s.s.y, but she complies and soon is on her knees following my orders to lick up all the juices.

It's then I begin to formulate my idea and I have the girls stop what they are doing I pull my pants down and remove Bambi from the chair and climb in. I instruct Bambi to start sucking my c.o.c.k. She doesn't hesitate before she is on her knees. I send a text to Pete to tell him to come in. Legs waits to let Pete in and hands him my cell phone as I instructed her.

"When I have both girls on me take a picture," I tell Pete.

"Man, what are you doing?"

"It's not your job to question me, just do what I ask."

Pete doesn't say another word. Bambi is steadily sucking me off and I motion Legs over to me I grab her roughly and pull her to my mouth tasting her friend's p.u.s.s.y on her and I hear a couple snaps as Pete takes a picture. In the back of my mind, I hear a clang as he throws my phone on the tray, and then a door slams hard as he exits the room. Pete can kiss my a.s.s too. His loyalty is to me, not the c.u.n.t who walked out on me. Those are my last coherent thoughts before I tell Bambi to move. I tell Legs to go kneel beside her friend and then I begin stroking myself to completion making sure I aim it at both their faces. I spray rope after rope of c.u.m all over their faces.

"Clean each other up" I bark out before I pull on my pants, and walk out of the room.

Chapter 8.

The first few weeks after Kat left, I was miserable. There is little doubt I was a huge a.s.shole to everyone around me. It didn't matter if they were family, friend, or foe; even strangers were not safe from my anger. Even if she was the one who walked away it seemed everyone blamed me. It wasn't my fault that she left. Pete barely spoke to me after the night at Knight's Castle and I had him take the picture. Pete was not stupid and knew exactly what I did with that picture. Kat never contacted me after sending that text so I a.s.sumed she got the message that we were over.

Despite the personal feelings I have for Kat there is a part of me that can't help but admire and respect her. She knew what she wanted, and didn't let anyone stop her. If she was one of my men I'd be promoting her to a top position, but since she was the One I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, I had banished her. It was stupid reasoning.

Loving Kat made me soft and I can't have that as future leader to the Knight Family. Kat will no longer be at my side when I take over and I accept that. My boys have my back, but they certainly won't be warming my f.u.c.king bed. That's all I need a woman for these days is a warm wet hole to stick my d.i.c.k in.

There is one brief moment of weakness when my dad takes off to California after receiving a phone call about Kat in the middle of the night. I resist the urge to follow my dad out there. He's being very quiet about what is going on. Kat is hurt or sick I get that much, but why the need for secrecy? When dad returns the only thing he tells us is that Kat was sick and ended up in the hospital. They can have their f.u.c.king secrets.

The time comes for us to head to New Orleans. I pull into the Yard at five in the morning. The team I selected milling about. The three Knight Semis are ready to go. I take in the sleek machines with their chrome pipes and the Knight lettering on the side. A sense of pride swells through me that my family owns this s.h.i.+t! We are going to be picking up three truckloads of Military issued M9 Berettas and AK47s. Even though I met, Deveroux last year on a similar run with my dad, I can't help wondering if things will work on this run. There is respect between Deveroux and myself, but trust is always a different issue in our line of work.

We head out on the twelve hour drive. Half way through I am ready to jump out of the SUV I'm riding in. I don't care that Pete is driving almost eighty miles per hour. I have listened to hours of Drew and Pete talking about Kat. I should be happy that Kat is adjusting to college life, yet I am consumed by anger. Drew talks about Kat's new friends, and I don't like the sound of this Luke guy she is hanging out with. The more I listen to Drew and Pete I realize that Kat is not only left Belmont, it appears she has left the whole lifestyle behind. She is a member of a sorority. Hanging out with the all American family. What the f.u.c.k?

I had hoped to spend the trip to New Orleans relaxing, but all the talk of Kat has my body tense. My mood is sour. I realize I am still not dealing with Kat walking out in a positive way. I can't fight this possessiveness that she was mine, and how dare she walk away from me. I am Cole Knight, and no one walks away from me.

We are scheduled to meet with Deveroux and his men tomorrow night. Pete and Drew are in charge of guarding the money until the exchange takes place tomorrow night. We pull into a non-descript hotel once we arrive in town.

I slam the door of the SUV as I jump out relieved to be out of the f.u.c.king car. I stalk toward the office to check in.

"Dude, what the f.u.c.k crawled up your a.s.s?" Drew calls after me.

"Nothing, it's just been a long f.u.c.king day,"

"You act like a girl on the rag," Drew smarts off.

My instinct is to punch him. After listening to Drew brag on Kat half the day all I want to do is get away. I have to find p.u.s.s.y that can make me forget her. I get myself a single room. I don't want to listen to any more bulls.h.i.+t tonight. I don't even hang with the guys when they talk about hitting a local bar. Instead, I find myself flopping on the hotel bed, laying there p.i.s.sed off at the world.

The next morning we meet for breakfast at the Waffle House next door to our hotel. I am ready for this meet with Deveroux tonight. I am f.u.c.king pumped. We spend most of the day holed up in one of our rooms. We go over our plans for the night. Our goal is to make things as smooth as possible when we reach the Port tonight.

Upon arriving we met with Deveroux's man Lou, we begin the transaction, he is given the suitcases filled with money, and my boys are signaled they can start loading the trucks. Deveroux and I are standing there watching the guys work, shooting the s.h.i.+t when next thing I know I find my a.s.s flat out on the pavement as shots ring out. It doesn't take long for us to scramble for cover and we have our weapons drawn, but nothing more is heard. I call out to Pete.

"Take some men, see if you can find out what's going on," Pete takes off with a few men.

"Was that for you or me?" I ask Deveroux.

"I don't know, but whoever it was is long gone." He replies.

I know that more than likely he is right. Pete will come back with nothing. However, I wonder who was the target tonight Deveroux, or me. We both have our fair share of enemies.

"I owe you one man; you've earned my trust tonight. If you ever need anything I'm a phone call away," I tell Deveroux after acknowledging he saved my a.s.s tonight.

After we load up the trucks, we head back to our hotel. The guys will be taking s.h.i.+fts guarding the trucks overnight. We are headed to Mississippi to pick up some construction equipment on our way back to Belmont.

We are loading up the antique doors and windows my dad ordered, when I get a call from Deveroux. He is already calling in his marker. There is a Russian guy Polesky after him and his girl Blair. Polesky is a f.u.c.king nut job. How the Russians let him get any power is beyond my comprehension. The f.u.c.ker is insane in a way that makes Sal Martin look normal.

I put a call into my dad. He a.s.sures me that in a few hours he and a dozen men will arrive at the airport in Mobile, Alabama. The plan is my dad, along with the guys who came along with me for the first mission, will head back to Belmont with our Semis. The new men will stay with me to Mobile so that we can help Deveroux. Pete and Drew elect to stay with me in Mobile too. Deveroux is using his girl as bait in an operation with Polesky. I don't even know how he is dealing with using his girl for bait. I think back to when Sal kidnapped Julie and Seth. Kat went into that warehouse alone and I lost it. I was a f.u.c.king nut case. I wanted to storm that place and get my girl the f.u.c.k out there. It is my job to protect her.

At a bar later that night, I enjoy taking the p.i.s.s out of Deveroux by flirting with his girl knowing he can hear me through the earpieces we are wearing. Blair seems like a cool chick. She asks questions, but she's also willing to follow directions. It makes it easy to handle her. Things were going smooth the first part of the night, then all chaos breaks loose. I lose Blair in the chaos, and kill one of Polesky's men who was gunning for Deveroux. When the night ends, I find myself flopping into bed once again. This job is never without its stresses.

Pete, Drew and I decide to hang around for a couple days. We rent a room on the beach and plan to relax and unwind before heading back to Belmont. On our last night in town, we find ourselves in a biker bar. Even though we are not bikers ourselves, the biker world is no stranger to us. We use motorcycle clubs for a lot of reasons. Sometimes transport, sometimes protection it just depends on the job.

I notice a hot Hispanic chick in the crowd. I was interested, and I wanted to take her back to the hotel and sink myself into her. She was the first woman who actually had me wanting to f.u.c.k since Kitten left.

I make my way across that bar, I put on a big grin for her as I walk up to her.

I take her hand "I am Cole! Cole Knight and you are?"

"Marisol" she replied with a seductive smile.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I ask her.

She nods her head "Get us some tequila shots and meet me back at your table," she tosses over her shoulder while walking toward the bathroom.

Her a.s.s sways back and forth until the door closes behind her. It's then, I turn to the bar and order a round of shots be brought to our table.

I join Drew and Pete at the table. A smirk on my face as I think about Marisol. My friends roll their eyes at me. All of us watch as she makes her way to our table. I give her a lazy smile as she saddles up to me. I introduce her to the boys. They are polite, but reserved with her. They will have to get over it. Kat and I are finished.

We all begin doing shots and I wrap an arm around Marisol's waist pulling her down she falls gracefully into my lap causing my d.i.c.k to stir. I ask her if she wants to come back to my room with me tonight.

"Are you sure I'll be enough for you," she asks.

"Yea,"

"Word is you like them two at a time one on your c.o.c.k one on your mouth,"

"What the f.u.c.k?" Startled that she just described a scene similar to the picture I sent Kat. I study her carefully.

"I only need one."

"You like b.l.o.w. .j.o.bs? I am really good at sucking a guy off, would you like me to prove that to you right now," she says.

Pete and Drew both clear their throats in an effort to cover laughs at this girl busting my b.a.l.l.s.

"What the f.u.c.k?" I ask.