The Last Good Knight by Tiffany Reisz Read Free Book Online Page B

he?”
    “That’s Søren, the priest I told you about.”
    “The best sadist in the world? That guy?”
    “Him.”
    “He’s too pretty. I don’t like pretty boys.”
    “Don’t worry. I don’t think he liked you much, either.” Nora tried not to smile but she couldn’t help but enjoy a glimpse of Lance’s possessive streak. Male subs could get very possessive of their Dommes. She knew quite a few male submissive/female Dominant couples that were actually monogamous. Horrifying thought.
    “Why did he call you Eleanor?”
    “The same reason I call him Blondie and/or Asshole sometimes—because it’s annoying.”
    “So Eleanor isn’t your real name?”
    “Oh, it is. My friend Griffin told me years ago that he thought ‘Eleanor’ sounded too prissy. He started calling me Nor or Nora. When I became a Dominatrix we used that as my Domme name. Very few of the pros use their real names. Kingsley doesn’t use his real last name. I don’t. None of the subs do, either. Easier to keep a line between the real world and the kink world. Even Søren is not Søren’s legal American name.”
    “What is his legal American name?”
    Nora ran a finger over her lips as if zipping them and tossed the invisible key out the window.
    “I see...” Lance said.
    “Sorry. Blondie is eight feet of arrogant and annoying, but he’s also pretty important to—” She almost said “me” before catching herself. “Us. The Underground, I mean. Only about three of us know his legal name, the name he pastors under. Helps keep him safe from scandal.”
    “A priest fucking a bunch of girls in a kink club probably should cause a scandal.”
    “Yes, because the people he ministers to while they’re dying really care who he fucks in his free time.”
    “Did I just hit a sore spot?” Lance asked.
    “I’m Catholic,” Nora said. “The entire church is a sore spot with me. But, for the record, he doesn’t fuck a bunch of girls in kink clubs. He’s a sadist who plays with masochists but he never has sex with any of them.”
    “None of them?”
    “Well...” she said. “One of them.”
    “Isn’t that against the church’s rules or something?”
    “Isn’t it against the Navy’s rules to have gay Navy SEALs?”
    “It is.”
    “Did you serve with any?”
    “Several.”
    “Were they bad SEALs?”
    “No. They were excellent SEALs and honorable men.”
    “You didn’t turn them in to the Navy brass?”
    “I see where you’re going with this. I’m not Catholic. I don’t care who he fucks as long as it’s legal and consensual.”
    “No one should. He’s the best man on earth. He should be able to sleep with whoever he wants, get married, have kids if he wants them...”
    “Do you like kids?” he asked.
    “In small doses,” she said. “Why?”
    “No reason,” Lance said and she heard a strange note in his voice. “So what’s your agenda for the day?”
    Nora sensed he was attempting to change the subject. She let him.
    “My agenda is not pissing off my clients. I see very wealthy and important men.”
    “Kingsley told me that.”
    “Yes, and they like their privacy. They aren’t going to be happy to have some man they’ve never met before or heard of hanging around. Let me do the talking. You act mute.”
    “My lips are sealed, Mistress...I mean, Nora.”
    “Better.”
    “Thank you. Who’s on deck?” Lance asked as they turned into a residential neighborhood.
    “First up today is the right Honorable Judge Melvin P. Bollingen.”
    “A judge?”
    “Sixty-two years old. Foot fetishist. Absolutely adorable. He looks like a wizard when he has his robes on.”
    “Where are you meeting Gandalf?”
    “His house. Every Saturday at noon. Standing appointment. Not literally. I sit down so he can play with my feet.”
    “What kind of judge is he? Retired, I guess?”
    Nora turned down the judge’s street.
    “Nope. Still active. He’s some family court bigwig.”
    “Family court?” Lance repeated the