Victorious, A Tame Quantum Novel: Quantum Series, Book 3

by Force, Marie

  “I’ve been practicing for years. I’ve learned a few tricks along the way.”

  It pains me to think of him practicing with other women.

  “What? Something just upset you.”

  “It’s just the thought of you doing this with other women…” I close my fist and rest it on my breastbone. “Hurts right here, as unreasonable as that may be.”

  “It’s not unreasonable. The thought of any other man touching you makes me crazy, so I get it. But you should know, every woman who came before you was the dress rehearsal for the main event. They were getting me ready for you.”

  “That’s sweet of you to say, but if we ever run into any of them, don’t tell me. I’m better off not being able to picture them.”

  “I thought you knew everything about me before we met?”

  It’s funny now that I thought I knew him so well before we met, when I knew only what was reported about him. The real man is so much more complex than even the paparazzi who stalk him relentlessly could ever begin to imagine. “I know about the famous ones. I’m sure there were legions of others.”

  “Not legions…”

  I poke his belly, making him grunt with laughter.

  “You’re the only one who has truly mattered, Nat. You have to know that.”

  “I do, but I never get tired of hearing it.”

  “I’ll have to tell you more often, then.” He rubs his stomach and stretches. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Want to get up and eat and watch a movie?”

  I stretch languidly in the bed, not sure I’m capable of moving.

  “Come on, lazy girl. Time to get up and have dinner with your husband.” He disappears into the adjoining bathroom to wash up.

  I get up slowly and take a long stretch. In the bag I brought with me to New York, I find clean panties, a pair of sweats and a long-sleeve T-shirt that I put on without a bra. There is definitely something to be said for traveling in luxurious comfort. The cross-country flights are beginning to feel routine to me.

  He comes out, and I take a turn in the bathroom before joining Flynn in the salon.

  The flight attendant comes out with menus and wine lists for each of us.

  “I’m in the mood for seafood and chardonnay,” he says after a quick perusal. “What do you think, sweetheart?”

  I study the menu while the attendant waits to take my order. When I decide, I look up at her. “I’ll have the same.”

  “Very good,” the perky woman says, taking our menus. “I’ll be right back with your wine.”

  “Are still mad about the loans?”

  “Yes, I’m still mad. You can’t sex me out of being mad at you.”

  “Damn. It was worth a try.” He turns in his seat so he’s facing me. “Nat, listen, I know you’re pissed about the loans, and I get why. I suppose I can’t have it both ways—”

  “Have what both ways?”

  “I love that you couldn’t care less about my money, but with that comes your fierce independence, which I also respect.”

  “I’m not with you because of your money.”

  “I know that, sweetheart. That’s what I’m saying. I appreciate that you don’t care about the money, but the fact is, I have more of it than I can ever spend in a lifetime. Hell, in two lifetimes. And seeing you worried or upset about paying off those loans after you lost your job because of me… I had to fix that for you. I hope you can try to understand my perspective.”

  “It was nice of you. I won’t deny that, but the way you did it was wrong. We talked about it, I told you I wanted some time to figure out how to handle the loans, and you disregarded my wishes. I’m not going to put up with that, Flynn. I don’t care who you are.”

  “Come here.”

  “What? We’re going to eat, and we’re having a conversation.”

  “Come. Here.”

  Aggravated, I get up from my seat and stand in front of his. “I’m here. What do you want?”

  He reaches for me and brings me down on his lap.

  “What has gotten into you?”

  “You have. You’re so deep inside me, I don’t know where I leave off and you begin.” He kisses me. “What you just said…”

  “What did I say?”

  “‘I don’t care who you are.’”

  “Don’t take that the wrong way.”

  “I took it exactly the right way. You don’t care who I am, and I love you for that. I love you so fucking much.”

  “You’re crazy, you know that?”

  “Maybe so, but you can’t know how precious it is for me to love a woman who would dare to say those words to me.”

  “Have I earned a punishment?” I ask with a coy smile. I’m deeply moved by what he said and that he’s not afraid to tell me how he feels.

  “Nah. I could never punish you for being the perfect woman for me. Besides, that’s in there, not out here. I’ll never punish you for something you do in our regular life. That’s not what we agreed to.”

  I lean against him, loving being close to him as always.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart? Tell me the truth. You weren’t afraid before, were you?

  He’s so sweet in his concern for me. “Not at all. Everything we’ve done has been… well… indescribable.”

  “Try.”

  “Try what?”

  “To describe it.”

  “Like in actual words?”

  “That’d be good.”

  “You like making me say things that I’d never ordinarily say, don’t you?”

  “Uh-huh.” His hand inches up my thigh until my hand on top of it stops its progress. “I want to talk about it, all of it. The talking helps to build the trust between us. It makes it more intimate.”

  “I’ll give you the words only if you let me reimburse you for the loans you paid off.”

  “You drive a hard bargain, my love, but you’ve got a deal. These had better be some really good words.”

  I lean in as close as I can get to him and let my lips brush against his ear. I love when he jolts and his arms tighten around me. “What we just did… I loved everything about it. I loved the anticipation, the not knowing what would happen…” I whisper in his ear, going for ultimate effect as I describe everything we did from my perspective.

  “Stop.”

  I pull back so I can see his face, which is tight and tense. “What’s wrong?”

  “If you say another word, I’m going to fuck you again right here in this chair, which will certainly shock the flight attendant.”

  “So they were good words?” I ask innocently, thrilled to know I’ve completely undone him.

  “They were fucking awesome words.”

  I return my lips to his ear. “After we eat, maybe I’ll let you fuck me right here in this chair.”

  “Stop!”

  Chapter 10

  Just when I think she can’t possibly get any more perfect, she takes me apart, piece by piece, with a description of our lovemaking that sets me on fire. Hearing those words from her sweet mouth is one of the most incredibly arousing things I’ve ever experienced—second only to the sight of her gorgeous ass on full display for me earlier. That’s something I’ll never forget.

  Watching her blossom into the amazing, sexy woman she was always meant to be has been one of the most satisfying experiences in my life. That she’s been able to overcome her painful past and put her trust and well-being in my hands is something I’ll never take for granted.

  That’s especially true after spending a very long day and night thinking I might’ve lost her forever.

  The meal of broiled scallops, rice and vegetables is delicious, but I barely taste a bite as I satisfy one kind of hunger only so I’ll have the strength to satisfy the other kind.

  Natalie shares her scallops with Fluff, who stares at her adoringly, waiting for whatever scraps she chooses to share. She’s serene and relaxed while I’m as tightly wound as I’ve ever been after listening to her description of our
sex. I want to tell her to hurry up, to eat already and be done so we can get on with it, but I don’t do that because I’m almost afraid to show her what she’s started.

  Eventually, the attendant comes to collect our plates and refills our wineglasses. “Can I get you anything else?”

  “No, we’re all set. You can take the rest of the flight off.”

  “Oh. Okay, just hit the call button if you need anything.”

  “We won’t.” Hopefully she gets the message to stay out. I won’t be responsible for anything she sees if she doesn’t take the hint.

  She takes the dishes with her and closes the door.

  “That was kinda rude,” my lovely wife says.

  “Come back over here.”

  “Now?”

  “Right now.”

  Natalie secures her wine in one of the cup holders and comes over to stand in front of me. “You beckoned?”

  “Take off your clothes.”

  “Here?”

  “Right here.”

  She glances over her shoulder at the closed door to the galley. Worrying about the attendant coming back will make this more intense for her, so I don’t allay her concerns.

  “Natalie… I wasn’t asking…”

  She looks at me again, as if trying to gauge what’s afoot. She has to know that she set me on fire with what she said to me. But because this is new to her, I feel the need to remind her that she still holds all the power. “You know how to say no.”

  For a long moment, I wait for her to say the word that will stop everything.

  After another tentative glance over her shoulder, she draws the T-shirt up and over her head, baring her breasts to my hungry gaze.

  “Keep going.”

  The sweatpants travel slowly down her legs, inch by tantalizing inch, until she’s left wearing only a skimpy pair of panties.

  “Turn around.”

  She is hesitant but does as I request, but she’s crossed her arms over her chest. That’ll never do.

  “Hands by your sides.” I can almost see her gritting her teeth as she turns, bare breasted, to face the door that separates us from the flight attendant. Leaning forward, I run my hands from her calves to her thighs and up to cup her ass.

  “Flynn…”

  “Shhh. No talking.” I slide her panties down until they are snug against the bottom of her cheeks and make a circle of kisses on her bottom.

  Then I let my fingers slide through the flood of wetness to find her clit standing up at full attention. I’m satisfied to discover she’s more than wet enough for what I have in mind. Her legs wobble.

  While continuing to caress her clit, I put my arm around her waist to keep her from stumbling.

  “Turn back toward me, sweetheart.”

  With her panties keeping her legs together, she moves stiffly.

  “Take your panties off.”

  I can sense her hesitance as she bends to comply with my request. Any second now, she’s sure the flight attendant is going to reappear. She’s about to discover that the fear of getting caught can be a powerful aphrodisiac. I take advantage of the opportunity to remove my own clothes while keeping a close eye on her. When she’s standing upright, her panties on the floor, I hold out my hands to bring her onto my lap, straddling me.

  Her hands land on my chest as she tries to find her balance. “Didn’t we just do this?”

  “That was before you talked dirty to me.”

  “You made me!”

  I shrug as if that isn’t true. I got exactly what I wanted—and then some. “Now you have to pay the consequences.”

  “This isn’t fair.”

  “Are you looking for a spanking?”

  “You can’t spank me for doing what you told me to.”

  “I can spank you for doing it too well.”

  “There’s no logic to that.”

  “Are you arguing with your Dom, little sub?”

  “No.”

  “No, who?”

  “Sir.”

  I fill my hands with her breasts and kiss a path up her neck to bite her earlobe. “I think you like pushing my buttons because you like being spanked.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Did I ask you a question? No, I didn’t think so.” She’s so wet, I can feel her moisture collecting on the rigid length of my cock, which wants in on this—right now. “I want you to fuck me this time, Nat.”

  “Like this?”

  “Just like this.” I want to see the expression on her face when my cock fills her. I want to suck on her nipples and completely overwhelm her senses.

  She takes me in hand and guides me into her slick heat, coming down on me slowly, carefully. It’s an effort for her to relax and allow me in when we’re such a tight fit.

  I grasp her ass cheeks and hold her open, hoping to ease the entry.

  “I-I don’t think I can,” she says when she’s only taken about half of me.

  “Yes, you can.” I stroke her clit and make her gasp. I also make her forget she’s trying to resist me, allowing another inch to slide inside her. I love the way her head falls back in complete surrender and the way her breasts jut forward, riding the arch of her back. I can’t resist the sweet temptation right in front of me. Cupping her left breast, I run my tongue around in circles and feel her inner muscles contract around my cock.

  I draw her nipple into my mouth, sucking and tugging until it’s hard and tight against my lips. Ever so gently, I begin to bite down on her nipple, giving her something else to think about other than the tight squeeze of my cock invading her.

  Then her arms encircle my head, holding me to her chest. That’s when I know she’s on the verge of leaving all her worries behind and giving herself up to the moment. She takes me to the hilt and shivers, her eyes closing and her head falling back.

  Time to bring her back to me. With my arms banding around her, I force her to be still and take her nipple back into my mouth, biting down again, and drawing a whimper from her that makes my cock expand inside her.

  “Can’t get bigger,” she whispers. “No more.” Her eyes are closed, her lips are parted, and a bead of sweat runs from her neck to the valley between her breasts. I’m completely and utterly mesmerized by her.

  “Look at me, Natalie.”

  She forces her eyes open. They’re glazed and unfocused. I wait until she blinks me into focus.

  “How you doing?”

  “I-I’m… I don’t know.”

  “Feels good?”

  “Feels full. Really, really full.”

  “That’s my girl,” I say gruffly. “You know what I like. Now move your hips.”

  She rolls forward and then backward, sending me deeper than I already was.

  “That’s it. That’s the way. Faster now.”

  Her hand curls around my neck, and she picks up the pace, the combination of her tight heat and the insistent vibration nothing short of combustible. When her eyes close and her head falls back again, she bites her lip. That’s when I know she’s trying not to come.

  I reach between us and find her clit hard and full. The mere touch of my finger makes her gasp. “Not yet.”

  “Can’t hold it back.”

  “Yes, you can. Don’t stop.” I leave my finger there to make sure that every forward stroke of her hips will bring her clit into contact with my finger.

  “Please,” she whispers.

  “You can come now.” I bring her lips down on mine to smother the sharp scream that accompanies her release. She thrashes against me, and I hold back as long as I can before I join her, letting go as she collapses into my arms, utterly spent. When I’ve recovered my breath, I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed.

  She opens her eyes and blinks twice.

  “Welcome back.”

  “How do you do this to me every time?” Her voice sounds gravelly and rusty from screaming.

  “What did I do?”

  She laughs and shakes her
head. “You know just what to do.”

  “Are you tired?”

  “I’m wrecked. Utterly and completely ruined.”

  “Then I’ve done my job as your husband and as your Dom.” I kiss her and look down at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed and worn and sweaty from our loving. Reluctantly, I withdraw from her. “Get some sleep. We still have a couple of hours to go.”

  “Only if you’ll come sleep with me.”

  I have scripts to read, proposals to review… A million things I’ve let slide in the last few weeks. I’m so far behind, I may never catch up. But my wife wants me to sleep with her? I’m there.

  “Let me clean up our clothes and check on Fluff. I’ll be right back.”

  By the time I crawl into bed with her ten minutes later, she’s out cold.

  It’s raining when we arrive in LA, where we’re met by Seth and Josh, who drive us home to Flynn’s house in the Hollywood Hills. I guess his house is my house now, too, which reminds me of something I’ve wanted to ask him for a while now.

  “Did Valerie live here?”

  He pauses midway through opening a beer. “Not really. She never actually moved in. We spent most of the time we were married filming the only two movies we were in together back-to-back.”

  “So those aren’t her plates? The sheets on the bed?”

  “Mine and mine alone. Everything in this house is mine, and you should feel free to change up anything you want to make it yours, too.”

  “That’s nice of you. Thank you.” I pause before I ask the one question that has been weighing on me for days now. “If she never lived here, how did she know about the room in the basement?”

  He puts the beer on the counter and leans his hip against it, crossing his arms. As always, the topic of Valerie raises his hackles. “After we wrapped the second film, we were talking about finally moving in together, officially, when I decided I should tell her about it. I showed her the room, which was much less elaborate then than it is now. Obviously, it was a huge mistake to take her down there, because she had no desire to understand me or what’s important to me.”

  “She has no idea what she missed out on.”

  He stares at me in that intense way he does so well. “When you show me how badly you want to understand me, it gets me,” he says softly, “right here.” He lays his hand over his heart. “I actually feel it.”