by Laura Kaye
He swatted her on the ass for good measure.
“Oh, my God, Sir!” she cackled. “Put me down.”
“You don’t give the orders around here, little subbie,” he said, totally pleased with himself as he carried her out the door and down the hallway. Midway, he keyed a code to open a non-descript door. It took them into a back passageway only the Masters and Dungeon Monitors could access, allowing them to move quickly through the facility in case of emergency, or to remove a problematic player if someone got out of hand. It was rare, but it did happen. All of which Quinton explained to Cass as they moved—though not why he was taking her. That was a surprise.
Next, he called the elevator and placed her on her feet once they were inside.
“Have you ever gone on a tour of a museum or a historical site where there are ropes or chains that close off parts to the touristy rabble?” she asked.
Quinton chuckled. “I guess so.”
Cassia braced her hands on her hips. “I always want to be a rebel and sneak behind those ropes and see the secret parts.”
He grinned, getting her meaning. “You’re totally digging the behind-the-scenes thing right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes!”
“You are delightfully easy to please.” He nailed her with a playful, appreciative stare. Because he really liked that about her. Cassia Locke found pleasure in small things, and was adventurous, curious, brave, pretty…
Damn, the list of things that intrigued him about her grew every time they were together, didn’t it?
“Come on,” he said, taking her by the hand and leading her out of the elevator. He loved the feel of her at his side. A realization that suddenly made him wish he always had the privilege of that feeling. Not just of a woman’s company, but of her companionship, her constancy, her being there for him the way he’d be there for her.
The togetherness and sense of belonging of a relationship.
Damn, his desire for those things nearly blind-sided Quinton, it was so strong. Or maybe it was just that he’d never felt anything like it before.
And Cassia was bringing it out of him like no one ever had, like he wasn’t even sure was possible.
Two stories above the main part of the club, Quinton led her to the Masters’ private lounge. “Wait, please.” When she nodded, he disappeared inside. The main room was a long rectangle with one-way glass overlooking the club that occupied the old church’s nave. With all its dark mahogany paneling, plush carpeting, and overstuffed leather furnishings, the lounge resembled an old-school gentlemen’s club. Next, he ducked into the locker room, which had showers in addition to several private saunas and Jacuzzis. Fortunately for Quinton, the entire space was empty.
Score.
He opened the door to retrieve Cass only to find her in the waiting position. Kneeling with her knees spread, her hands behind her back, her shoulders back, and her head up. And, fuck, her submission, so readily and beautifully given, was a heady thing. It really fucking was. He hadn’t even intended his words as a command, exactly, but as an obviously well-trained submissive, she’d taken them that way. Of course she had.
Quinton held out his hand. “Rise, pretty girl.”
She came to him with a smile.
“That,” he said, eyeing the floor where she’d just been. “…was incredibly sexy. And very much appreciated.”
She ducked her chin, but not before he saw on her face the pride at his words. “Thank you, Sir. It was for you, of course, but if any of the other Masters were here, I also didn’t want to make you look bad by just slouching around out here.”
Her submission and caring how she reflected upon him? Wow. Quinton had to clear his throat. “Well, I love you on your knees, but you’re not bad just slouching around either.” He winked.
And Cassia laughed, just like he hoped she would. “I’ll remember that, Sir.”
He showed her inside, and watched as she moved right to the glass wall. He’d spent more than his fair share of time people watching from up here, a pastime that was part of why he enjoyed bartending, too, so he couldn’t blame her one bit. It was fascinating to see so much of Blasphemy at once—all the best and the most natural and the most depraved of human interaction at a glance. And, during the day, their elevated position provided an absolutely glorious view of the old church’s stained glass.
Quinton came up behind her. Directly below was the huge iron-and-marble circular bar where he spent so much of his time. “Mmm, maybe sometime I’ll take you right here, up against this window, your breasts pressed against the cold glass.” She didn’t necessarily know it was one-way…
Cassia’s breath hitched. “Is that your idea, Sir?”
He pressed his lips to her ear. “Not tonight, little one.” Taking her hand, he guided her to the locker room, then through it to one of the private Jacuzzis. It sat flush with the floor and had tiled steps down into the shallow tub. He adjusted a few knobs, and the bubbling water came to life. He turned to her. “After what happened earlier, I’ll completely understand if you prefer to do something else. I just want to make you feel good. So, no blindfolds and no darkness, just pleasure. Do you feel up to that?”
“I think that sounds incredible,” she said. “I love hot tubs.”
Brave woman, once again. “Well, all right, then. Go ahead and get in. I need to make one further arrangement.” When she slipped into the water, he stepped out of the room and called the club’s food service to order a tray of refreshments for them to share. “How’s the water?” he asked when he returned.
“Ah-mazing,” she said, submerged almost to her chin with her head resting against the curved tile.
“Good.” He unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down over his hips.
Cassia’s mouth dropped open.
Quinton grinned, and tugged the denim all the way off until he stood before her naked as the day he came into this crazy world. “Damn, girl, you know how to make a man feel ten feet tall.”
Her lips snapped shut. “I, uh…”
“Don’t pick up your jaw on my account. I mean…” He waded into the water.
She rolled her eyes. “My jaw did not drop.”
“Oh, Cassia. Did you just roll your eyes at me, little one?” He moved until he stood right in front of her. The water bubbled just below his hips, leaving his half-erect cock exposed and nearly at her eye level.
A fast shake of her head as her eyes went wide.
“No? You didn’t just roll your eyes at me?” He donned a well-practiced stern expression and affected an ice-cold stare, even though Quinton was totally enjoying himself. “Because I know I was quite clear on what the consequences would be if you did.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, holding up her hands. “I won’t do it again.”
“Sit on the edge of the tub, Cassia.”
“Sir—”
“Now.”
Slowly, she complied. And he enjoyed every goddamned second of the water sluicing off her body. Over her breasts, her nipples, the curve of her belly. Lower…
“Feet up on the edge next to you. Legs open.” He arched a brow.
Releasing a shaky breath, she got into position, and fuck if she wasn’t a vision. Pretty little cunt open to his view. Rivulets of water running over her skin. A flush in her face and anticipation in her eyes.
“Wider,” he said.
She let her knees fall to the sides.
“Just like that.” Without another word, he sank in the water to his knees right between her thighs, cupped her ass in his hands, and planted his mouth around her clit. He sucked and licked and nipped, worrying his tongue over her nerves and then plunging deep inside her. Drawing out her arousal. And, fuck, she tasted like a dream. Salty and clean, sweet and feminine.
Cassia was panting and cursing and grasping at his head, her fingers on one hand twisting in his hair. And he loved it. Her desperation and her need and her loss of control.
He met her gaze and reveled in the pleasure
d-soaked expression on her face. Mouth slack, eyes hooded, gaze not quite focused. “You will come five times. You will concentrate on nothing but coming until you have done this. You will give your orgasms to me as fast as you can, without holding back for any reason. And you will count them out and thank me for every one.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpered.
Quinton smirked, his cock almost all the way hard now. Because he fucking loved eating pussy. “Fun for me, remember?” Obviously, she was going to enjoy this, right up until she started begging him to stop. He didn’t wait for her reply before he dove back in. Quinton absolutely feasted on her, sucking hard on her clit and mercilessly strumming it with his tongue until she was panting and thrusting her hips into his mouth and then holding her breath. He felt the contractions before she even spoke.
“One, Sir. One. Oh, God. Thank you, M-Master Quinton,” Cassia cried as her whole body shook around the first orgasm.
“Again,” he ordered, his mouth still pressed to her core. The higher she managed to go, the harder he got and the deeper the ache of want that settled into his balls. This time, he fucked her with his tongue and ground his nose against her clit, going at her ruthlessly until she was babbling and shaking.
A knock at the door.
“Come in,” Quinton said, lifting his head.
A male submissive entered carrying a tray of covered dishes. Perfect timing.
“Place it right here.” Quinton gestured to the floor beside Cassia. “Please stay until she comes twice, then you may leave.”
She gasped, but he knew from their conversations before anything started between them that she was open to public play. And, certainly, her reactions on the dance floor had proved she enjoyed it.
“Why don’t you tell him what you did, Cassia?” Quinton said.
Her gaze cut uncomfortably to the lean male, standing there bare-chested and wearing only a pair of nearly sheer black biker shorts that barely hid his cock. “I rolled my eyes at Master Quinton.”
The submissive pressed his lips together in a mock pout and shook his head.
“Yes, you did,” Quinton said, giving her a wink before devoting himself to her pussy once more. And, what do you know, that second orgasm came intriguingly fast, with the handsome young sub standing there, providing her pleasure with an audience. She cried out the number and her gratitude.
He didn’t let up for a second.
Tilting his head, he came at her clit from the side, so that he could lick back and forth over it instead of up and down.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her thighs shaking now. “I can’t…I can’t…”
Quinton didn’t bother arguing with his voice. He commanded instead with his lips and his tongue and his teeth and his whole face. Come. Come now.
“Oh, God, Master Quinton, I…I…”
With both hands, he reached up and grasped her nipples in a teasingly tight pinch and then he used his mouth even harder.
“Oh, oh Jesus, three. Three, Master Quinton, thank you,” she managed, though the words were all nearly a jumble. The desperate satisfaction in her voice nearly made him come right there.
The door clicked shut as the other man departed.
Going for four, Quinton added his fingers, easily sinking one, then two, into the tight sheath of her slick core. His cock throbbed in anticipation of feeling that sensation for itself. Some time. Shaking, Cassia reclined back on her elbows, like she was unable to hold herself upright anymore. Male satisfaction surged through Quinton, egging him on. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he finger fucked her in a steady rhythm, his fingers curling upward when he went deep, stroking a spot inside her that made her squirm and gasp and close her eyes at the goodness of it.
“I want it all over my hand this time, Cassia,” he said, staring up her body from his position between her thighs. He worked his tongue and his lips and his fingers and that spot until she was rasping out her orgasm and her thanks, her juices spilling down his fingers and into his palm, her whole body shuddering. “There it is. One more.”
“Please, Master Quinton. I can’t do it. It’s t-too much,” she said, her voice wrecked.
“One more, Cassia. Legs wider, and lay all the way down.”
On a moan, she did as he asked. Quinton slid his come-slicked fingers to the tight rosebud of her asshole. He eased his middle finger in, working it until she could take one knuckle, two, then after a minute, nearly all of it. And, oh yeah, he wanted his cock there, too. In every part of her. Owning every part of her. When he was satisfied she could handle him there, his mouth returned to her pussy. And he ate her like a man who hadn’t had sustenance in days.
She came on a scream, her ass pulsing around his finger while her whole body shook. It was fucking glorious, her gift of submission, her words of gratitude, her pleasure, her shattered satisfaction.
When her body calmed, he eased his finger free of her, and then he dragged the flat of his tongue lazily over her clit, his eyes on hers every time. Just licking.
Her hips jerked on every stroke. “You’re…you’re licking me,” Cassia said breathlessly, a small smile playing around her mouth.
“I’m claiming you, like you said.” The words caught him a little off guard. He’d meant them in the same vein as the joke she’d told earlier, but they’d come out sounding a helluva lot more serious than that. The words felt right, but Quinton also worried that, in saying them, he might’ve crossed a line of expectations they’d both made clear. So he waggled his eyebrows like a cartoon villain. “You can have the robe, but your clit is mine.”
Cassia chuckled.
Attempting to cover the strangeness his words had made him feel a moment before, he lifted her off the edge of the tub and eased her into the hot water again.
She squeaked as she lowered her hips into the bubbling water, and Quinton chuckled.
“You might be evil, Master Quinton, anyone ever tell you that?” she asked, her expression amused even as she shifted, obviously trying to get used to the water’s intensity against her probably over-sensitive clit.
“Evil genius, maybe.” He winked. “Now, I’d like to feed you, Cassia. Will you let me?”
~~~
“Yes, Sir,” Cassia said, her body limp after the glorious assault of Master Quinton’s tongue. If cunnilingus was an Olympic sport, the man would easily win the gold. Jesus.
“Lay your head back and close your eyes.”
When she did, metal clanged lightly against the tile. She could almost picture him removing the lids from the serving dishes, water running off of all those well-defined inked muscles. His cock bobbing at the water’s edge, thick and just long enough that she’d probably have to manage a little of him down her throat in order to take him all.
“Keep your eyes closed and open your mouth,” he said in a low voice.
Warm and sweet and creamy…melted chocolate.
“Bite.”
Cool strawberry juice mixed with the chocolate next.
Oh, man. Five orgasms and chocolate-covered strawberries. Master Quinton was kinda blowing her mind. He really was.
He fed her a second strawberry.
Actually, he’d already blown it—when he’d said he was claiming her. Looking up at her from between his thighs, that wicked mouth wet with her arousal, those words had reached inside her chest and set her heart to flight. But it had been a joke. Of course, it had. And it was funny. Or it would’ve been, if parts of her hadn’t wanted him to mean it for real.
Which was an odd reaction given that she’d been convinced at the start of all this that she didn’t want a relationship. Not with how messed up she’d been. Scratch that. Not with how messed up she still was. Her reaction to the scene earlier proved that.
So, she remained convinced that a relationship didn’t make sense for her.
Even with all of Master Quinton’s yumminess.
“More?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
Sweet and rich, the fl
avors were so much more intense with her eyes closed. She also found that she concentrated on them more, enjoyed them more, without the distraction her eyes might’ve provided. Delicious.
She’d eaten five when he invited her to open her eyes again. He had a smudge of chocolate on the corner of his mouth, and Cassia couldn’t stop looking at it. Wanting to taste the flavor off his skin. “Normally, I’d say that orgasms, a full belly, and this relaxing hot water would make me want to sleep,” she said.
“Normally?” Sitting an easy arm’s reach away, his knees touching hers, he arched a brow.
“Well, Sir,” she said, shifting closer. His gaze tracked her movements with interest. “You have a spot of chocolate on your mouth, and it’s distracting me from that sleepy feeling.”
“Is it now?”
She nodded. “Uh huh.”
“Maybe you should do something about it.”
Grinning, she leaned in. Licked and nibbled at the corner of his mouth until the chocolate was gone. A little noise of pleasure—or maybe want—rumbled from his throat, urging her on. So she didn’t retreat. She ran her lips and tongue over his jaw, his ear, his neck.
“Finding more chocolate?” His big hand curled into her hair.
“No, Master Quinton. Just you.”
“Fuck, Cass.”
The raw need in his voice lanced desire through her—a desire to please him the way he’d pleased her. They might not be heading for a relationship, but as a submissive, she had a soul-deep need to please and satisfy her partner, and Cassia wanted to give as much as she got.
“May I please keep going?” she asked, peering up at him.
He gave a nod, then rose up out of the tub like some kind of a water god. “All yours.” Quinton arched a brow over hungry brown eyes as he leaned back against the tile. He braced his hands behind him, much as she had before.
And there he went again, making her heart do strange things over words he surely didn’t intend the way she heard. But she wasn’t thinking about that now. Not when she had six-plus feet of wet, hot, naked man sprawled out in front of her.
