Page 26 of Hard Knox

Then he asked the million-dollar question. “What if Mark’s death had nothing to do with framing me?”

It was an angle I hadn’t thought of.

I gave Knox a sideways glance.

He explained, “You said he had a gambling addiction. He was violent. What else?”

Knox was right. We started another list, examining what I knew about Mark, and what we needed to find out.

Hours passed, the night deepening around us, echoing the intensity of our situation. The shared purpose pulled us closer, and when Knox reached for my hand across the desk, his touch was just what I needed. I didn’t hesitate. I met him halfway, and soon, our hands were intertwined, our fingers laced together as a silent testament to our unity.

Eventually, we moved to his couch, our physical connection reigniting amidst the chaos of our predicament. As I fell into Knox’s embrace, the warmth of his touch, the reassuring strength of his presence—it all felt so right again. I went to take off my glasses.

“No,” Knox said. “Keep them on. Get on my lap, you sexy school teacher.”

Flushing and giggling, I was straddling him, our make out session turning hot and heavy, though it took a bit to get used to kissing with my glasses on.

And on top, suddenly, I was in control. Feeling unprepared only for a moment, I held my breath as I traced a finger along his collarbone, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my touch. His gaze remained fixed on mine as I slowly brought his t-shirt up, revealing the dark tattoos that adorned his skin. I noticed the moonlight seeping through the curtains, casting a soft glow over them as he finished the job.

While my eyes were on his superb tattoo covered chest and his perfect six-pack of abs leading to a v shape peeking out of his jeans, he expertly had my shirt and bra off in an instant. Cupping my breasts, he made a noise of appreciation before he sucked in each nipple, locking eyes with me as he did.

Holy hell, it was hot.

Then he steered me down to my knees before him. Biting his lip, Knox unzipped his pants. The biker had pleased me last time, and now it was my turn to shine.

Reaching in, I pulled out his stiff erection, feeling the skin smooth in my hand. Face to face with his gigantic cock. Finally getting a good look at it, I swallowed hard. It was as glorious as him, thick and tall, intimidating but charming. Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the salty tip, feeling his thigh muscles tense on either side of me.

Knox let out a soft groan, his hands threading through my hair while I proceeded. I moved slowly, savoring the flavor, the sounds coming from him. My mouth enveloped his cock, feeling his silky skin against my tongue. As I sucked and licked, I could hear the rhythm of his breaths quickening. His hands firmly grasped a fistful of my hair, guiding my mouth deeper, urging me on until his dick hit the back of my throat.

My tongue moved faster, tracing the veins and oozing tip of his shaft. His dick pulsed with every flick of my tongue. His moans grew louder. It drove me wild to drive him wild.Letting go of my hair, he lifted up his hips and pushed his jeans further down his thighs. I reached up to tug his balls, gently massaging them as I continued my work.

I wanted nothing more than to bring him to the edge. I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, savoring every inch. Knox’s breaths became ragged, and I could sense he was close. I knew it was time to change pace. I quickly released his cock from my mouth and stood up, my eyes still locked on his. With a sly grin, I unbuttoned my own jeans and wiggled them down, panties and all, revealing my own nakedness.

He took in the sight before him, his eyes widening with desire. I went for my glasses again, and he stopped me.

“No, baby. Keep them on.” Knox got to his feet, pulled up his pants and took me over to his desk. “I want to paddle the teacher.”

“Knox,” I said, surprised, as he bent me over the cool wood.

He caressed my ass that was up on display.

“I’m not sure…” I started.

”I’ll go easy on you,” Knox said, suddenly wielding a leather paddle.

I swallowed hard, glancing over my shoulder at the instrument in his hand. There was a part of me that was scared, since I’d suffered at the hands of abuse, but there was an even bigger part that was excited at the prospect of surrendering to his fantasy in this way. I knew I was in safe hands, and I trusted him implicitly not to really hurt me.

Before I could change my mind, Knox swung the paddle, making contact with my bare skin. He smacked me firmly on my left cheek, making me yelp in surprise.

“Okay,” I said, breathless. “But you have to go easy.”

He swatted me again, this time on the other cheek, hard enough to make me yelp but not too painful. It was just a warning shot.

His voice was calm but firm as he continued, “I promise I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. Now, spread your legs a little wider for me, Ms. Eliza.”

“Don’t call me that,” I said at once.

“Okay, baby,” he cooed, using the nickname he had given me earlier.

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