by Abby Gordon
“All right,” she sighed, dropping her head in submission.
“Debbie.”
She raised her head.
“We’re going to the Gray Shadows after nine,” he told her. “And I am going to fuck you there. In a public place. Others probably won’t be able to see us. They probably won’t be able to hear us, but,” he leaned forward over the tray, “There’s always a chance they could.” Her lips parted slightly and he smiled. There was a little exhibitionist in her after all. She would probably never want to be on full public viewing, but the risk of being seen was enough to arouse her. “So, when I pull you away from others, you will know that you have permission to come whenever you need to.”
“Thank you, master,” she whispered.
“Move the tray to the floor. Get back on the bed, kneel and put your hands together behind you.”
Setting the tray near the nightstand, she clambered back up and knelt where he pointed.
“Intertwine your fingers and stretch your hands behind you,” he instructed. “Lower your chin. Do not look up. This is how a submissive sits or kneels at the club.”
She obeyed and her pert breasts were thrust upward.
“Very good,” he murmured, opening the nightstand drawer. Pulling out the small pouch, he dumped the contents in the palm of his hand. Moving forward, he stood next to the bed. “I’m going to put something else on your nipples.”
His free hand went between her shoulders blades as his mouth fastened on a breast.
She gasped, struggling to stay in place. When he felt the rosy flesh harden in his mouth, he released her, quickly putting the clamp on. He did it to the other and then smiled at the sight. She would be permanently aroused with those on. She knew it as well. He could see it in her eyes. She was his completely even if she didn’t yet wear his collar.
“Master?”
Smiling, he climbed onto the bed. Yes, he was her master, and he had a hard-on that could fell trees in a single blow. Catching the back of her neck, he guided her to his groin as he sat and straightened out his legs.
“Take care of me.”
As her eager mouth and hands surrounded his cock, he leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes. It wasn’t about holding back now. If he tried that, she might feel she was doing something wrong and they’d made too much progress for him to risk that kind of setback. Besides, he was too damn hot for her to even want to control himself. He gazed down at her dark head and stroked her hair.
She moved slightly and her dark eyes met his.
“That’s it,” he assured her. “Just like that.”
Her delight in pleasing him lit up her eyes before she went back to her task in hand. He inhaled sharply as she lifted her hips up to change her angle. And took his cock as deep down her throat as she could. The heat, the tightness, the sensation of her doing this for him. He pulled on a last strand of control even as the instinct to hold her in that position and release into her throat. He was pretty sure she wasn’t ready for that.
He groaned, his fingers tangling in the silky strands of her hair.
“Debbie,” he ground his teeth together to control the need to shout. “That feels so damn good!”
In response, she hummed around his cock and wriggled her hips. She couldn’t keep him that deep for long, but the fact that she’d tried as long as she had made him mentally run through every sexual reward he could do for her.
Her tongue licked the slit at the tip of his cock and Quincy felt the shudder throughout his body. His hands pulled her head so their eyes could meet.
“No more teasing,” he told her. “Use your hands and mouth on me.”
She smiled and nodded. Her mouth took the head of his cock while one hand wrapped around the root and began to squeeze. With a groan, he closed his eyes as she took him to the edge. His hands fisted in the covers as he felt the familiar tightening begin in his groin.
“Unnggh,” he dragged out the sound as he exploded in her mouth.
Debbie, willing submissive that she was, tried to swallow everything. He tangled a hand in her hair, lifted her head and let the rest of his ejaculation spew across his abdomen.
“Oh, my good girl,” he whispered, pulling her up and holding her to his chest.
Debbie sighed and relaxed.
****
Feeling the bass of the music through the walls, Quincy showed his ID to the bouncer at the door. The man twice his size tapped his name into his handheld device and blinked.
“Welcome to The Gray Shadows, sir. Miss,” he said quietly, opening the door for them.
Debbie’s small hand was in his as she waved the other at people she knew.
“Hey, Debbie.” A man at the corner of the bar shouted as they passed him. “Looking hot, girl!”
Debbie was wearing a red see-through blouse with a nude camisole underneath, a matching mini-skirt and thigh-high boots. Quincy had thought it a miracle he’d not tackled her to the living room floor and fucked her on the spot. Now, it would definitely take an act of God to keep him from beating to a bloody pulp every man who saw her. Quincy’s hand moved from the small of her back to her shoulder. Pulling her closer to him, he gave the man a warning glare. The other man looked startled.
“Hi, Scott,” she smiled. “Thanks.”
“Who’s he?” Scott jerked a thumb at Quincy.
“Her boyfriend,” he answered shortly. “Quincy.”
“Wow. Really?” Scott’s gaze went to Debbie for confirmation. “How long has this been going on?”
“Since the MMAs at MSG,” she replied, nestling against his side. “I wasn’t sure at first, but Quincy can be very persuasive,” she added, a hand running up and down the black tee he’d worn. She saw Scott’s puzzled look. “He moved in after what happened to Serena.”
“Hey, I can understand that,” Scott nodded. “You want a beer, Quincy? Deb, your usual?”
“Sure,” Quincy replied.
“Thanks,” Debbie nodded.
“What’s your usual?” Quincy murmured in her ear.
“Rum and Coke,” she replied softly.
“Got it.” So many things he realized he should have covered before they came. Taking the drinks from Scott, they followed him through the crowd.
“How many people are we going to be with?”
“About a dozen or so at time,” she told him. “I want to dance with you, Quincy.”
“They say you can tell how a woman is in bed by how she dances,” he told her.
“How do you think I’ll dance then?” she grinned.
He chuckled, his hand cupping an ass cheek.
“You’ll be lucky if I don’t fuck you on the dance floor.”
His other hand reached in his pocket and she bit her bottom lip. Before she had dressed, he had put the harness back on. Her pussy was empty, but her ass had a butt plug and her clit had a tiny clamp. He’d pinched her nipples erect and put rings on them. Now, he set the toys to a low-level vibration. Just enough so she went closer to the edge. Before they’d left the apartment, he’d pressed up against her, pinning her to the door. His whispered words had her hot and ready to skip the club—From now on, I’m not using a condom when I fuck your pussy.
Quincy was relieved that there were only a couple others at the table. He sat down and pulled Debbie onto his lap with her legs dangling between his thighs. For a couple songs, they sat and chatted as much as possible given the proximity to the dance floor. Ready to up the heat, he moved his left hand from her thigh and put it in his pocket. He saw her eyes widen slightly and felt her butt tighten as the vibrations increased.
A song with an erotic beat and thumping bass came on and she looked at him.
“Dance with me?” she whispered.
Smiling, he nodded and she stood. Guiding her to the middle of the floor, he smiled.
“Straddle my right leg and ride it.”
She stared up at him in shock. He smiled.
“Quincy,” she breathed.
“That or I lift you and put my cock in your hot pussy.”
Eyes closing, she trembled and moved her left leg to take his thigh between hers. Was this happening to her? Yeah, she was wild compared to Claire and Serena, but nothing she’d ever done compared to what passed for normal in the club. She was about to enter a brand new territory and Quincy was her guide and constant. Would he really fuck her in public? On the dance floor?
“Come on, baby,” his mouth was hot against her ear. “Move like you’re riding my cock.”
Her fingers clutched his tee as her hips rubbed against his thigh. She heard and felt his amusement as his chest shook under her hands.
“That’s not even close and you know it. Look around, Debbie. What I’m asking is nothing compared to what is happening around you.”
She took a deep breath for courage and raised her head. Not only were a couple women now on their knees, but one woman was between two men who clearly had their cocks in her pussy and ass. While at first stunned at the total lack of inhibition, the more she looked around, the more aroused she became. Dragging her eyes from the sight of a woman braced against the wall as a man knelt in front of her, his head under her skirt, Debbie looked up at Quincy. He wouldn’t fuck her in public like that. She was certain. She was also very sure that once she’d humped his thigh to his satisfaction, he was going to take her someplace so he could get his cock in her without others seeing them. She decided to give him something to think about.
“All right,” she nodded, rising on her toes and pressing her body against his. “But just so you know, I’m thinking about your hard cock inside my pussy.”
His breath hissed and she smiled as she lowered herself on his thigh. Her toes touched the floor and she bent her knees slightly. Eyes half-closed, she let everything take over—the erotic beat and words of the song, the man holding her, everything he’d done to her and everything he’d promised to do. Her body moved on its own, up and down, rubbing hard against his black denim-clad thigh. Pressing, desperate, she found herself trying to get the friction and pressure right so she could orgasm. Looping her arms around his neck, she tangled her hands in his hair and pulled his head down. Hungrily, she kissed him, wanting him to know how hot and ready for him she was. Her tongue made one thorough exploration of his mouth. His groan vibrated through her body before his arms tightened in steel bands around her and his tongue plunged into her mouth.
One of his hands slid under her butt and lifted her. Eagerly, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt him move and buried her face against his shoulder. Feeling something hard against her back, she blinked as the volume hadn’t changed. Peering over his shoulder, she felt dizzy. He’d simply taken her to the side of the DJ’s booth. They were in a back corner, completely in the shadows, but anyone could come, probably with the same intent he had, and see them.
“Quincy?”
He held her up and slightly away from him with one hand while he tried to work his pants with the other. Not wanting to wait, she moved her hands from his shoulders to his waist. In seconds, the two of them had his dick free. Her hands went to the hem of her skirt and pulled it out of the way. For a heartbeat, their gazes held. Then he surged up and into her.
Her head fell back against the wall as he filled her. “Yes!” she exulted.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered, stroking hard and deep into her. “I want you to fall apart on me.”
He held the remote and pushed the button. Debbie groaned as the toys went to what she knew was maximum. He’d never fucked her with the toys inside. She would indeed fall apart on him.
The butt plug gave his cock something to rub against and the clit clip was a trip-wire for her nerves. And she was lost before it really started. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she just held on for dear life. The wall braced her back as he hammered her pussy.
“Quincy, I’m going to come,” she whispered.
“Come, babe. Come for me.”
“I can’t keep quiet,” she whimpered, pulling his tee into her mouth. “I…”
His mouth found hers and gratefully she accepted his possession. With that stress gone, she relaxed and her body clenched with her orgasm. He wasn’t done. He was never done with her. The toys continued, keeping her at the height until he gave a final heave and his cock flooded her pussy.
Panting, she clung to him.
“You spoil me,” she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. “Absolutely spoil me.”
“How’s that?” he wondered, breathing heavily as he rested his cheek on her head.
“By taking care of me the way you do. Protecting me. Seducing and satisfying me the way you do.” Her fingers teased the ends of his hair where it curled near his right ear. “I think I could get used to it.”
“You think?”
She chuckled at the harsh tone in his voice.
“Mmm, definitely,” she nodded. “I tell you everything and your ego could become too big for me to deal with.”
“Everything?”
“Yeah,” she said softly as he looked at her. She smiled. “Quincy, until Monday night, the only orgasms I’d ever had were from the dildo Sarah gave me.”
“Really?” he smiled. “I like that.”
“See?” She shook her head. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”
“It’s all good, babe,” he assured her. “A man likes knowing things like that. It lets us know we’re taking care of our woman.”
“Definitely,” she nodded. “Quincy?”
“Mmm?”
“Can we go home? I think I’ve had enough of clubbing.”
“Excellent idea,” he nodded.
Chapter Twelve
Friday morning, Debbie pulled on her seatbelt and fell asleep before Quincy had turned the ignition.
“Dammit. What the hell is that asshole doing?”
Jerked awake, Debbie looked around and froze. A delivery van was swerving in the road. As she stared in horror, he crossed into their lane, sped up, and came straight for them. Quincy’s eyes darted around and he swore. Blasting the horn, he jerked the wheel toward the sidewalk. The pedestrians gawking at the van in apparent disbelief now scrambled to get out of the way of the truck. Debbie felt his hand between her shoulder blades and let him pull her toward the middle of the cab. As flat as she could, she stayed silent as the truck came to an abrupt halt.
Over her head, Quincy was swearing. She put a hand on his thigh and caught her breath at how tightly his fingers gripped hers.
“You all right?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, tilting her head up to see his fierce, angry expression. “You?”
“Fine.” His hands caught her shoulders and pulled her upright and then against him in a tight embrace. “Jesus H. Christ, I can’t believe that idiot.”
“What happened? Where is he?” She held onto his jacket. “Was anyone else hurt?”
“He took off,” Quincy replied. Holding her with one arm, he carefully backed the truck back into the street. “Stay here while I check on things.”
Nodding, she watched him climb out and click the alarm on. As traffic was starting to pick up, a mounted police officer arrived as Quincy stepped out. She watched Quincy pull out his cell phone and wondered who he’d be calling if the police were already there.
A few minutes later, another black truck parked across the street. Debbie watched four men get out and trot across the street. As they talked with Quincy, she froze. They worked for Hancock Security. They thought this was an attempt on her. Trembling, she wrapped her arms around her and fought to stay calm. She could get through this, she told herself. She was not going to fall apart because some asshole was trying to kill her.
“Focus, Debbie, focus,” she whispered. “There has to be another reason that four Schwarzenegger clones are standing on the street with Quincy. It’s New York City, for Pete’s sake. The place is filled with crazy people who don’t know how to drive. They’re just being hyper-cautious with security and…�
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One of the men glanced her direction, his mouth moved and Quincy’s head turned toward her. She could see a myriad of emotions on his face. As he and two of the men headed toward the truck, she had a sinking feeling that something was very wrong. Quincy opened the driver’s door.
“Hammond,” she stated quietly.
“Looks like it,” he nodded, climbing in. The men climbed into the back seat. “Hancock and MacLauren are going to be all kinds of pissed.”
“You would have known if you hadn’t…” one man in the back started.
“That’s fucking bullshit and you know it, Ryan!” Quincy snarled, shooting a hard look over his shoulder. “If Hancock knew there would be an attempt on her and didn’t tell me, then I’ll have his fucking ass on a stick to roast over a bonfire.”
“And I’ll light it,” Debbie whispered. As all three men looked at her, she kept her gaze on Quincy. “Ben wouldn’t do that and you know it. This was either random or Hammond getting desperate for some reason.” She turned around and gave Ryan a look that should’ve dropped him like a stone. “And you can shut your mouth around me. Don’t say one bad thing about Quincy around me.”
The man stared at her incredulously, then looked at Quincy. “Is she fucking serious?”
A long arm shot out and caught the man’s jacket, jerking him to the middle of the cab.
“I suggest you do what she said. Got it?”
Ryan nodded and the other man whistled, raising his hands to form a T.
“Okay, focus, fellas. Bad guy just made an attempt on someone’s life. Let’s make sure he doesn’t get another chance.”
“Good point, Oscar,” Quincy nodded. Gunning the engine, he headed down the street. Debbie stayed turned in the seat, eyes on him. “We’ve got to report to Hancock and MacLauren. Allen will need to increase building security.”
“Not Serena,” Debbie whispered. “Make sure that whoever is guarding Serena knows not to say anything around her. She’s dealing with enough. Her new boyfriend hasn’t called since the attack and she thinks that it’s because Hammond nearly raped her.”
“That’s what she said when you called her this morning?” Quincy frowned, making the right turn into the building’s garage area.
