Victorious (Quantum Series Book 3)

by Marie Force

  “What are they for?” she asks of the ropes.

  “Suspension and bondage. A lot of what I have down here requires pretty heavy bondage for it to be safe, so we won’t be spending much time here. I can’t play with you on the cross, for instance, unless I know you’re safely attached.”

  “I might be willing to try it. Someday.”

  I shrug. “If it happens, great. If not, no worries.”

  “What’s that?” she asks, pointing.

  “That’s a Tantra chair. Lots of cool positions. Deep penetration.”

  “Could we try that sometime?”

  “Absolutely.”

  I go to the armoire and retrieve the largest plug I own. “Come on over here.” I gesture to the spanking bench and tell her where to put her knees and elbows so she’s bent over in the proper position. Opening a bottle of lube that warms on contact, I prepare her and the plug.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes.”

  “Remember your safe word?”

  “Always.”

  “Grasp the leather handles. It helps to have something to hold on to.”

  She does as directed, and I press the plug against her, giving it to her slowly so she has time to adjust and adapt. The last thing I want to do is turn her off this before we even get started.

  “How does it feel?” I ask.

  “Big. Hurts.”

  “I know, sweetheart. Just keep breathing and press back against me.”

  It takes about ten minutes of stopping and starting before I’m able to slide the plug into place. By now she’s sweating, and her entire back and ass are flushed with a warm rosy color. I desperately want to see her face, so I guide her up and into my arms.

  Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and her face is as flushed as the rest of her. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Talk to me.”

  “Hmmm.”

  “That’s not a word.”

  She nuzzles my neck. “Mmmm.”

  “That’s not a word either. I want the words, Nat.”

  “My body feels like one big nerve ending. Everything is tingling, and I feel like I could come if you so much as breathed on my clit.”

  “I can do that. I can breathe on you anywhere you want me to.”

  She smiles, her face angelic and relaxed despite what we just did. “We need to go. Your friends are expecting us.”

  I can’t believe I’ve forgotten all about our plans to go to the club. “We can do that another night if you want to stay home.”

  “I want to go. I want to see it and understand it.”

  “Okay, then. I think we need another shower first.”

  “Definitely.”

  We leave the house forty-five minutes later. Nat is dressed in a clingy top that leaves her shoulders bare and black pants that mold to all her curves. A pair of strappy black heels finishes off her sexy outfit. Her hair is a riot of curls, and she’s gone with dramatic eye makeup that highlights her green eyes. She’s worn the diamond chandelier earrings I gave her as well as the bracelet. I love that she’s wearing the jewelry I gave her, especially the two diamond rings that sit on her left ring finger.

  Part of me wants to cancel our plans because I don’t want anyone, even my closest friends, to see my wife looking so hot. Knowing that underneath the sexy outfit she’s wearing my plug only adds to my agitation.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks when we’re on our way in the Aston Martin Vanquish.

  “Huh? Nothing. What could possibly be wrong?”

  “I don’t know, but you haven’t said a word since we left the house, and that’s not like you.”

  I reach for her hand. “Nothing’s wrong, baby. For the first time in my entire life, everything is just right.”

  “Then what are you brooding about?”

  “Truthfully?”

  “Always.”

  I blow out a deep breath. “I don’t want my friends to see you looking so hot.”

  She looks down at her outfit. “Should I have worn something else?”

  “No, sweetheart. You look beautiful—and sexy. Incredibly sexy.”

  “We’re going to a sex club, Flynn. I thought sexy was the word of the night.”

  “It is.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “I don’t want other guys looking at you.”

  “And yet you want to have sex with me in public.”

  “It doesn’t make sense to me either.” I grip the wheel a little tighter, my knuckles turning white from the pressure. “Maybe I don’t want things the same way I used to. It’s different now.”

  “What is?”

  “Everything. I’ve never thought twice about having sex with other women at the club, but the thought of doing that with you… In front of people… It’s different. You’re different. We’re different.”

  “You said there’re other ways we can enjoy the club short of actually having sex ourselves, right?”

  “Lots of ways, up to and including sex. We have private rooms there.”

  “Are they like your room at home?”

  “Some of them. Others are more like regular bedrooms with implements on the side.”

  “Implements on the side,” she says with a laugh. “Like kinky room service?”

  Smiling, I say, “Something like that.”

  “It’s like you said—we can figure out what works for us. Just because you’ve done something in the past, doesn’t mean you want to do it now. Perhaps all of that was about getting it out of your system so you’d be ready for me.”

  “That’s very possible.” I glance over at her and then back at the road. “It’s so great to be able to have these conversations, to not have to hide this side of myself from you. I’m still sorry about the way you found out, but I’m not sorry you know.”

  “I’m not either. Everything we’ve done so far has been…” She shakes her head when she can’t seem to find the words. “I would’ve hated to miss out on knowing you this way.”

  I’m humbled by her acceptance, her trust and her love. What I ever did to deserve the love of such an amazing woman is beyond me, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make certain I’m always worthy of her.

  We arrive at the Quantum building, and judging by the cars already in the lot, it’s a busy night. “You ready for this?”

  “Ready.”

  “Let’s go, then.” I take her by the hand and use the palm scanner to gain access to the building as well as the elevator that leads to the club in the basement. The doors open, and I lead her inside, my beautiful submissive wife.

  Chapter 14

  I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I didn’t anticipate a nightclub. Well-dressed attractive people in cocktail dresses and suits, others dressed in classy-looking leather, a few shirtless men, all of them with drinks in hand. There’s a crowded dance floor and a packed bar along with stand-up tables as well as booths. The low bass thump of dance music vibrates through the room, mixing with the conversations taking place. The thump reminds me of the bass drum of desire that I’ve experienced with Flynn, and my body begins to react to the familiar sound, my muscles contracting around the plug.

  The only thing that sets this apart from other nightclubs I’ve visited are the stages set in various spots throughout the room, the crosses, the benches and other equipment that identify this as not your average club. It’s early yet, or so Flynn tells me as he keeps a hold on my hand and leads us to the bar. Everyone seems happy to see him, and several people greet me by name even though I don’t recognize them. They all know me, which is something I still find bizarre even all these weeks later.

  A shriek to my left draws my attention, and Marlowe swoops in to hug me. “It’s so good to see you here, girlfriend.”

  “Thanks, Mo. It’s good to be here.”

  “You look amazing!”

  “Marlowe Sloane thinks I look amazing. Pinch me please.”

  “I’ll leave the pinching to your sexy D
om. But seriously, I’m thrilled to see you here, to know you’ve accepted this part of him. It’s so huge.”

  “It’s been an interesting couple of weeks.”

  “I can only imagine. You know you can talk to me anytime. If you need an outside perspective.”

  “That’s very sweet of you. So far, Flynn and I are doing pretty well with the talking. He loves to talk.”

  Her dirty laugh tells me she gets what I mean. “I remember that about him. We weren’t together long, but that’s one thing I remember.”

  I feel like I’ve been hit with a stun gun. Didn’t Flynn tell me he and Mo were only friends? How many times have I thought about what a beautiful couple they might’ve made?

  “Anyway, are you here to watch or to play?”

  “Watch.”

  “I might be doing a scene later with a new sub.” Adding with a wink, “He’s young and hung, just the way I like them. I hope you’ll be around to watch.”

  “I wouldn’t miss it after that introduction.” Though I’m still reeling from what she revealed to me, I can’t help but laugh at that. Whatever might’ve happened between her and Flynn, it’s long in the past. But I will ask him about it as soon as I get the chance.

  “We’ll see if he shows. I think he’s scared of me.”

  Flynn leads me to a table out of the fray and hands me a glass of wine. He’s got a glass of Bowmore, judging by the color of the liquid. “Enjoy it slowly. We’ve got a two-drink limit.”

  “How come?”

  “We want everyone clearheaded for any activities they might decide to participate in. No one is allowed to get drunk here.” He glances at me, his eyes soft but serious. “There’s no place for large quantities of booze in a safe, sane, consensual environment.”

  “Makes sense.”

  We’re interrupted by the arrival of a tall, gorgeous woman I recognize instantly as Cresley Dane, the supermodel.

  “Is this the famous Natalie who took our friend Flynn off the market in such dramatic fashion?” she asks with a warm smile for me and a hug for Flynn.

  “Cresley, meet my wife, Natalie.

  Cresley surprises me when she hugs me, too. “It’s so great to meet you. I’m an admirer.”

  “Oh. Thank you. That’s nice to hear. Likewise.”

  Hayden joins us, slipping an arm around Cresley, who leans into him. “Nice to see you here, Natalie,” he says.

  “Nice to be here.”

  “You ready?” he asks Cresley, who nods in response.

  “Let’s go.”

  “See you later?” Cresley asks us.

  “We’ll be here,” Flynn says. “We may even watch.”

  “Good,” Cresley says with a smile that encompasses both of us before she lets Hayden lead her away.

  “Where’re they going?”

  “To the dungeon.”

  I’m surprised by the pang of distress I feel in the area of my heart at knowing Hayden is going to have sex with Cresley when he’s so obviously in love with Addie. “What will they do there besides the obvious?”

  “He’s a practitioner of Kinbaku, the Japanese art of erotic tying.”

  “What does that mean? Tying?”

  “Ropes. It’s an intricate practice designed to stimulate all the pleasure points.”

  “Could I see it?”

  “Sure, we can go in there later. They’ll be there for hours.” He glances down at me, taking inventory in that intense way of his. “What’re you thinking?”

  “I just wonder how he can spend hours having sex with Cresley when he cares so much for Addie.”

  Flynn exhales a long deep breath. “It’s complicated for him. He and Addie are really close friends, and he’s not willing to risk what he has with her by exposing her to this. If she were to reject it—and him—the way Valerie did me, he’d never get over it.”

  “So he refuses to even try.” The reality of Hayden’s predicament saddens me.

  “Yeah. We’ve talked about it a few times recently, and he’s adamant.”

  “It’s sad.”

  “On that we agree. I don’t think he’s giving Addie enough credit.”

  “Do you think she’d be upset to find out about this? About the fact that all of you are involved and she doesn’t know?”

  “I have no idea, but it’s not something we share with just anyone. Other than you and my partners in Quantum, there’s no one I’m closer to than my parents, my sisters and Addie, and none of them knows.”

  “Can I ask you something else?”

  “Anything.”

  “Were you ever going to tell me that you were once with Marlowe?”

  “I told you that.”

  “Um, no, you didn’t. She did. She assumed I already knew.”

  “Oh. Shit. Are you pissed? It was years ago, before I married Val. And it was brief. We quickly discovered we’re much better friends than we are lovers.”

  I gesture to the room around us. “Did you do this with her?”

  “Some of it. We were all new to it then and in training. We practiced on each other on occasion. Does that make it weird for you with her?”

  “No, not really. Like you said, it was a long time ago, and I know you had a life before me. A busy life.”

  He roars with laughter and tweaks my nose. “Cute.”

  “True. What about Cresley?”

  “What about her?”

  “Have you been with her, too?”

  “I have, but only in threesomes with Hayden.”

  I take a drink of my wine, seeking fortification. That’s what I get for asking—the painful truth. “She’s beautiful.”

  “Yes, she is, but she’s no Natalie Godfrey.”

  “Right,” I say, laughing. “She’s a freaking supermodel.”

  “Did you look at the stack of inquiries from Danielle that I left in the kitchen?”

  “What about them?”

  “There’re about ten offers from some of the top modeling agencies in the country, along with cosmetic companies, couture houses and advertising agencies, all of whom are drooling over the idea of landing Natalie Godfrey to represent their products.”

  “They are not.”

  “They are, too! I told you to look through the stuff I left for you.”

  “I thought you meant my test results.”

  “That was only one of several things I left for you. Did I also mention the interest from the casting directors? Ever since the Globes, Danielle has been overrun by them, too.”

  “It’s insanity. What do I know about any of that?”

  “Maybe nothing, but they know true, raw beauty when they see it.” He kisses me. “And so do I.”

  “I’m not interested in any of that. I want to work on the foundation and be with you. That’s all I want right now.”

  “Then that’s all you have to do. But you have to know that the whole world is interested in you.”

  “I don’t care about the whole world. I only care about you, that you’re interested in me.”

  He hooks an arm around me and brings my back in tight against his front so I can feel his erection. “Suffice to say, I’m very interested.”

  “That’s all that matters.” The words are no sooner out of my mouth than the plug in my ass begins to vibrate. It’s a good thing his arm is around me so tightly, or I might’ve fallen off my four-inch heels.

  Pressing his cock against my bottom, he groans from the vibration that he can feel, too.

  “You’re making a scene,” I say when I notice people are watching us.

  “It’s what we do here.” He kisses my neck and continues to grind against me. His hand, which has been flat against my belly, moves down, his fingers splayed open. “We make scenes.”

  “Flynn…”

  “Shhh, no one can see what we’re doing. It looks like we’re just standing here talking.”

  The tall table hits me just below the ribs, hiding my lower half. I suspect that’s the table’s secondary purpose. His m
iddle finger dips lower, parting me and pressing against my clit through my pants. I gasp from the pleasure that zings through me. “We can’t do this here.”

  “We’re not doing anything.”

  “You’re touching me.”

  “You’re my wife. I’m expected to touch you.”

  “Flynn…”

  “What’s my name here?”

  Oh God. “S-sir.”

  “That’s right. And what’s your safe word?”

  “Fluff.”

  “Use it if you need it, otherwise I expect you to remember the rules.”

  He just changed the rules on me, but I understand what he’s doing. He’s showing me how incredibly hot it can be to experience desire in a room full of people, most of whom are paying us no mind. But there are a few who are watching us closely, and I suspect they know exactly what he’s doing to me.

  The vibration in the plug goes up a notch, and I grasp the edge of the table.

  “Let go of the table, Nat. I’ve got you.” His voice is low and intense against my ear. He’s asking me to trust him to know what’s best.

  I force my hands to relax their tight grip on the table.

  “Fold them and rest them on the tabletop.”

  When I bring my palms together, I realize they’re sweaty. With my hands settled where he can see them, he does nothing more than rock against me, his finger teasing my clit through my clothes. He takes me right to the edge of release in under a minute.

  My hands tighten around each other. I can’t possibly come here, in front of all these people. I can’t. I won’t. “Flynn…”

  “Call me that again, and you’ll earn a punishment at home.”

  “Sir… Please… Don’t do this to me here.”

  “What’s your safe word?”

  If I say it, even in reply to his question, he’ll stop. Is that what I want with my body primed to explode? This is insanity. It’s the craziest thing we’ve done yet. My heart is beating so hard, I’m afraid it will burst, and my lungs seem to have shrunk, making me feel like I’m hyperventilating.

  “Natalie?”

  I remain stubbornly quiet. If he wants this, I’ll give it to him, even if I didn’t intend to.