by Jinx Jamison
“Oh god, it’s no one you know,” she moaned. “It’s my boss. Quinn Sanders.”
He slammed his fingers all the way in and she climaxed instantly. He wished in that moment that he could get his cock out, sink into her. He wanted to feel her walls tightening around him when she finally acknowledged who he was. Once she stopped shuddering he gripped her chin and forced her to look at him.
“Say it again, Sarah.” He nipped her bottom lip and she opened her eyes. “Say my name.”
Her eyes widened when he reached up and pulled the thin strip of leather covering his face off.
“Master Q?” She squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again. “Quinn?” Her whisper was so low he almost didn’t hear it.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.” He hurriedly unfastened the restraints at her arms and legs. When she tried to stand, she slumped against him so he swung her up in his arms. Luckily no one stopped him as he carried her back to his room in the instructor’s wing. A teacher carrying a naked female was par for the course around here.
Once they reached his room, she pushed away from him and raced over to the bed. She yanked the top sheet out and wrapped it around herself. As if that would protect her.
“Don’t do this, Sarah. I can already see that you’re trying to withdraw.” He pointed at the sheet she clutched between her breasts. “I’ve already seen everything beneath it and I will see it again, believe me.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You think you have it all worked out, huh? So how did you figure out where I was going? Did I leave something on my desk one night? You figured you could follow me here and see just how slutty your paralegal could be.” Her voice was nonchalant but the tears in her eyes told him just how hurt she was.
“No, Madame X called me. She recognized my name from the employer line on your application.”
Sarah nodded wearily. “Great, so I guess confidentiality was too much to hope for.”
He knelt in front of her, ignoring the way she stiffened. “She was trying to figure out if I was the one who referred you. It seemed like a huge coincidence that you just happen to work for one of the founding teachers of the school. It was a logical assumption on her part. Imagine my surprise to find out the woman I’ve been wanting all this time had signed up to come here. When she was supposed to be with her fiancé.” He gave her a pointed look.
She shrugged. “Okay, so maybe I wasn’t completely honest either but that was different. What happened with Ian was so humiliating. What was I going to say? Hey bossman, my fiancé thinks I’m crap in bed so he boinked someone else and laughed about it to my face. I couldn’t tell you that.” Her shoulders slumped.
“That wasn’t what I wanted you to say. I wanted you to say - Quinn, I dumped this scrawny limpdick because I’ve been secretly fantasizing about you.”
She laughed and then seemed to catch herself. “Quinn, this is serious. Can you not see how truly fucked up this whole thing is. What are people going to say? You’re my boss .”
He stood. “Okay, then you’re fired.”
She jumped up. “What? You can’t just fire me!”
“Sure I can. Then I can call my buddy who specializes in divorce litigation and ask him if he minds giving you a job until you can find something else.” He pulled her up until she was on tiptoes and looked her in the eyes.
“Do you want to be with me, Sarah? Not Master Q but the real me. The boring, anti-social estate lawyer. I’m in love with you. I’m not the most exciting man but I’ll never hurt you. Unless you took a liking to that flogger, that is.”
She stood on tiptoe and kissed him, her arms coming around his shoulders and holding on tight. “That’s who I’ve wanted all along. I love you, too.” She stroked his hair gently and then gripped the short strands. “And you are not boring. But wait, if you’re here then who was that answering your phone?”
He cocked his head to the side. “My phone? My phone is in my bag.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you brought your Blackberry to a sex retreat? That’s taking workaholic to a whole new level.”
He laughed. “I did not bring my Blackberry. I only use the Blackberry for clients. I left anything remotely work-related back at my condo.” Comprehension dawned on his face. “Where my younger brother is currently crashing. He must have answered my phone. Why would he answer my phone? I’m going to kick his ass.”
“Quinn! He probably forgot where he was. It was really early when I called.” She looked up at him, joy shining in her eyes. “I’m just really glad you’re here with me.”
He rested his forehead against hers and held her close. “I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you.” He picked her up and carried her over to the writing desk in the corner.
“In fact, you and I are going to redo some of your entrance paperwork. This time you are going to answer my questions truthfully. No more lies.”
She nodded silently as he pulled out a sheet of paper with a bunch of check boxes on it. It was the same survey included in the welcome packet. The first time she’d filled it out she hadn’t been sure how to answer most of the questions. So she’d just checked a few things and left the rest blank.
He pulled out a pencil from the desk drawer and handed it to her. “Write down everything you’ve seen so far that has turned you on.”
CHAPTER XIII
“ARE YOU FINISHED?” MASTER Q watched her from beneath lowered lids. Sarah shrugged but her pencil hovered over the boxes for “domination/submission” and “exhibitionism - being watched”. She’d never considered herself particularly adventurous but she couldn’t help wondering if that was more a product of circumstance. She’d never felt safe to try anything different so she never had.
Now she actually could.
“If you want to try something, you need to let me know.” His breath wafted over the bare skin of her neck. She shuddered and scratched an X on the appropriate boxes before she could change her mind. Her hand shook when she put her pencil down.
He looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Excellent. It seems I know you as well as I think I do. I just sent Dom and Veronica a message. They are going to help me with your next punishment.”
She hopped up, mindful of the long sheet that was still trailing around her legs. “Punishment? But I thought we got past all that. I mean, I love you.”
He stooped down until he was at her eye level. “I know and I still can’t believe I’m this lucky. I love you, too. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to paddle that ass and then fuck it. And you are going to love every minute of it.”
Sarah shivered. Well, when he put it that way …
There was a quick knock at the door before Dom entered with Veronica trailing behind. Sarah’s eyes bugged out when she saw what the other girl was wearing. Or not wearing. Her outfit, if it could be called that, looked like a single ribbon wound around her body. The ends looped through a fitted black collar around her neck. Dom carried them in his hand like a leash.
What the hell did I just sign up for? She panted a few times but calmed considerably when Veronica met her eyes and winked. Clearly she wasn’t in any pain or being hurt or debased. Quinn loved her and she had to trust him not to do anything that would truly be abhorrent to her. She looked at him over her shoulder and everything inside her softened.
He loves me. This incredible man loves me.
“Get on your knees next to Veronica. Dom and I need to figure out the best way to punish you two for your collusion this afternoon.”
“Collusion?” Sarah whispered.
Veronica, already on her knees, pushed back on her arms poking her ass towards Dom. He leaned down and smacked one cheek and she smiled at him saucily. “He means when we tricked them into finding you down in the basement all tied up.”
Quinn turned and glared at her so Sarah hurriedly dropped to her knees. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to ditch the sheet or not, so she just pushed it to the side. The cool air of the r
oom flowed over her making her aware of just how very naked she was.
“Master Q has asked us to participate in a training session, Veronica. We are going to demonstrate the joys of anal sex and I am going to take your punishment out of this nice, tight ass I enjoy so much. You’ll let Ms. Caldwell watch so she can see how it’s done and how pleasurable it can be.”
Veronica reclined until her head rested on the floor, her ass pointed at Dom. “Yes, sir.”
Dom glanced at Quinn, who nodded. He then pulled Sarah back until she was cradled in his arms. “First, we watch,” he whispered in her ear.
The temperature in the room instantly heated a few degrees. It was good to know Quinn had been paying attention to what she’d marked on her questionnaire but she hadn’t expected him to bring someone in to make love in front of them. Desire warred with her innate shyness. It was so weird to watch people that she knew being so intimate.
“Look at how he touches her. He knows exactly what to do to get her ready for him.” They watched in silence as Dom shed his leather pants, then pulled a small bottle of oil from the pocket. He smoothed it over his fingers and then gently rubbed it in circles around Veronica’s little puckered pink asshole. She moaned and rocked back into him as he took his time, slowly pushing the tips of his fingers in, coating her inner walls with the oil as well.
“It’ll feel so good, Sarah, when I’m oiling you up. I’ll take my time, make you feel things you didn’t know were possible.”
Veronica cried out then and Sarah watched as Dom notched the tip of his cock in her ass. “More, please Master. I’ll be good.” Veronica dropped her head back down and moaned as Dom pushed another inch in and then withdrew.
“Are you ready to try it, baby? I can hardly wait to get my cock in you,” Quinn rasped.
Sarah shivered, half in anticipation, half in fear. Watching Veronica moan under Dom’s cock was one thing but taking a cock in her own ass was another.
Trust, remember. You have to trust him.
“Yes, Master Q.” She got down on all fours and mimicked Veronica’s position. She saw his look of surprise which quickly became a look of lust.
“Damn, you really are perfect for me.” He massaged the oil over the globes of her ass, stopping when she jumped at his touch. A few seconds later, he picked up his rhythm, stroking over her ass and then down, this thumbs leaving a trail of forbidden sensation over her asshole.
Veronica was moaning with abandon by now. Sarah looked back to see Dom powering into her, sheathing his huge cock in her ass with each stroke. “Show Sarah how good it feels, Roni. Show her how much you love taking this big cock up your ass.”
Sarah moaned then, unbelievably turned on by his dirty words. Veronica obviously loved it too because she repeated it while looking back at him with a “fuck me” expression in her eyes.
Sarah wiggled her own ass and then yelped when Quinn inserted one long finger. It took a minute to adjust to the new sensation but he’d used so much oil that his finger moved back and forth easily. Each time he pulled back it left her with a strange, achy sensation.
"Master, yes. Oh…" She pushed back against him, his finger sliding in until he was knuckle deep. He pumped her a few times, working the oil deep.
He picked up the bottle on the floor and poured a little more in his hand. He rubbed it between his hands to warm it before turning back to the bed. He blinked a few times as if the sight of Sarah on her hands and knees with her well-oiled ass pointed at him was too much.
“Now I’m the one who’s dreaming. I’m probably sitting back at my desk in D.C. staring out the window and fantasizing,” he murmured.
“I don’t think any dream could ever feel like this.” She bit down on her lip, overwhelmed at the feeling of two fingers slowly pushing past her rim. The oil was so warm it almost felt like it was heated, leaving a nice tingle in its wake as he moved his fingers gently back and forth.
“You’re taking my fingers so well. I wish you could see what you look like, all oiled up with your ass just waiting for me.”
“Do it, Quinn. I want you to.” She wanted something to stop the spiraling knot of energy that clenched in her belly each time he moved.
He pulled his fingers back gently and then she felt the first push of his cock at her rim. It burned and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Then he pushed past the rim and the pain changed to something else, something darker.
Pain blended with pleasure blended with need. He moved slowly, giving her small, shallow thrusts. Then he pushed deeper. The feeling of being completely invaded by him, surrounded by his arms, wrapped completely in his love rushed through her.
Dom pulled Veronica up on her knees so Sarah could see his hand working on her clit. He flicked it back and forth in time with his thrusts until she came, shrieking his name.
Quinn squeezed her sides and then reached around to stroke her clit. It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did but all the need she’d built up from her punishment on the statue to watching Dom and Veronica to having her first anal experience all coalesced into a swirling storm that broke.
“Quinn, I’m… ooohhhhh.” It was a different sort of release, sort of a warm, tidal wave washing over her. It started small but the combination of Quinn’s strokes in her ass and his finger on her clit led to an earth-shaking orgasm that left her shattered from its force. She collapsed and he caught her, holding her up so she didn’t fall on her face. He thrust deeper, his own desire obviously ignited by the clenching muscles of her ass still working on his cock.
“Yes, Yes, fuck…” He grunted and squeezed the sides of her hips as he came. His cock seemed to get bigger as he emptied himself inside her. He pulled out slowly and she winced at the friction against her sensitive tissues. She’d probably have bruises the next day and she didn’t even care.
Dom and Veronica stood and gathered their things quietly. Veronica followed Dom as he led her out the door by her leash. She winked at Sarah right before it shut.
“Alone at last.” Quinn pulled her into his arms and she climbed into his lap willingly. She was sticky and exhausted but happier than she’d ever been.
“So, baby, has The Madame X School been all that you thought it would be?” He kissed her behind the ear and she rested her head on his chest. She looked up to find the warm brown eyes she loved so much locked on hers.
“You know, I wasn’t really sure what I was looking for when I came here but I’m pretty sure I’ve found exactly what I needed.” She hooked an arm behind his head and dragged him down for a heated kiss. “I found you.”
THE END
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About The Author
Jinx Jamison is from New England and loves everything about the North, except the winters! She writes erotica about ordinary women finding out extraordinary things. She blogs regularly with The Naughty Girls Next Door.
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Book List
THE MADAME X SCHOOL OF SEX SERIES
Stolen (prequel)
Seducing Sarah
The Dirty Darcys ~ coming soon
STANDALONE TITLES
Taken by the Boss
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Excerpt from Teasing Trent
CHAPTER 1
“Just keep your hands to yourself and you’ll be fine.”
Trent Townsend climbed the steps to the second floor landing of an older townhouse and knocked a fine layer of snow off his boots. Virginia winters were usually mild, but this year Mother Nature apparently had PMS. It had been snowing for the past three days and more was on the way. He was inordinately happ
y to be out of his house even if he knew the evening would be one step short of erotic torture.
"Anything is better than being stuck in the house watching reality TV." Cabin fever was like a disease. He couldn’t eat any more cereal or watch one more rerun of Jerry Springer without losing his mind. He patted his pocket, feeling the rustle of the tiny wrapped package. This was also his first chance to give Mara her 25th birthday present since he’d been too busy last weekend.
Too busy coming up with reasons he should stay away from her.
Seeing Mara always made him hard enough to poke a hole through his pants, and he’d promised his best friend Matt that he’d take care of his sister, not drool all over her.
They’d become entirely too close over the past year. Something that had to stop when Matt’s tour of duty ended next month.
“You just have to get through dinner. Keep your hands to yourself and it’ll be fine.”
The door in front of Trent flung open. Mara Simmons stood on the other side regarding him warily. Warm, amber eyes with long, inky lashes narrowed as she leaned against the doorframe. Her thick dark hair was twisted back from her face and left to fall loose and curly on the sides. She looked like a warrior princess ready to do battle. He groaned as his body immediately responded with a salute of its own.
“Are you still wearing your pajamas?” He cursed under his breath as he took in the sight of Mara in a curve-hugging tank top and the tiniest pair of cotton shorts he'd ever seen.
"These are my exercise clothes. I'm doing yoga." She put one hand on her hip. The top stretched across her chest in just the right way, emphasizing her petite figure. "I saw you as I was passing the window. I wasn't expecting you to come so early."
He grimaced at her choice of words. He was about to come where he stood. Her shorts were practically indecent. There were miles, just miles of smooth, creamy skin on display. His nails dug into his palm.
