He snags my wrist. “There is more to knife throwing than just getting the technique right. You have to be able to calculate the distance to the target correctly.” He glances at the board. “We’re a bit farther than a body length, so the throw I showed you would be the best bet for a beginner. But if we move farther back…” He picks up the rest of the set of pink knives. Then he pulls me away from the table, almost tripling the distance to the target but not quite.
“It would be easier for you to throw from the handle.” Raising his arm in the same motion as before, he throws it at the target. It misses the bull’s eye this time, landing at the same height, but more to the right.
“Can’t you hit the same spot?” I tease.
A small, confident smirk tugs at his lips. In movements too fast for me to follow, he throws the remaining knives. All four of them embed into the board, creating a nice, tight triangle with the other two.
Laughing, I jump up and down as I clap my hands. “That is so cool!”
“Wait until you see the final rounds,” Deirdre says as she walks over with the set of green knives in her hand. “The targets move, and we throw blindfolded.”
“No frickin’ way! Do you actually hit anything then?”
“She doesn’t,” Jace says as he pulls the pink knives free of the target.
“Yes, I do.”
“Only if we let you cheat.”
“And you?” I ask, turning to my king as Jace and Deirdre continue to bicker.
“I never lose,” he says smugly. His eyes roam down my body, attentive and hot. “Although, there is always a first time for everything…”
Please.
I’m torn between wanting him to win or lose though, knowing I still have one more day before the belt gets to come off.
“All right,” Jace says, coming up to us with three sets of knives. “Enough foreplay. Let’s get started.”
“Don’t I get any practice?” I ask as I take the black set he offers me.
“No.”
“But –”
“Trust me.” He smiles. “Even if you lose, you still win.”
“Says the person not wearing a chastity belt,” I mutter.
He laughs. I do not.
“There’s one winner per round,” he explains. “All losers have to take offone piece of clothing.”
“Theirownclothing,” Deirdre adds, looking pointedly at Jace. “And as for causing distractions, anything goes.”
I grin as I sneak a glance at my king. “So who goes first?”
“You do, my queen.” Richard walks me back to where he threw the first blade. Placing his knives down on the table, he takes five of my knives off me too. “Hold it by the blade.”
After I do so, he steps behind me. His hands on my hips, he twists my body and kicks my legs apart. Heat races up my spine, and I part my lips on a pant.
His lips tickle my ear as he leans down and whispers, “Relax. You don’t want to be tense when you throw.”
Relaxing all my muscles, I lean back against him and drop the knife.
Jace chuckles, and my cheeks flame red. Bending at the waist, I pick up the blade. Grabbing my hips, Richard holds me to him, his cock already hard and aching. I push back into him, so damn desperate for him to fill me already. It’s been nearly a full bloody week.
A. Full. Week. Of.Edging.
