To Seduce And Satisfy

by Abby Gordon

  The elevator door slid open and Quincy saw the woman and boy from that morning.

  “Oh,” she gasped, eyes widening at the sight of the three men. Her hand tightened its grasp on Alec as she pulled him closer. “Hello.”

  “Hello,” Quincy said quietly. “Elle, isn’t it? We met this morning.”

  “Yes,” she nodded, eyes darting from one man to the other. “You were with Kendra.”

  “We’ve pretty much moved in,” he told her, stepping back so she could exit the car. “I think seeing you helped Debbie make up her mind. Thank you.”

  “Really?” Elle seemed astonished at the idea. “I helped?”

  “I think so,” he nodded, winking at Alec who grinned back at him. “Coming back from the park?”

  “Yes,” Alec beamed, bouncing on his toes. “A storm is coming in tomorrow and Elle wanted me to get lots of fresh air.”

  “Sounds like an excellent idea, except you still seem full of energy,” Quincy commented.

  “I’m like a bouncy ball,” he giggled. “I bounce and bounce and bounce!”

  “And I get worn out,” Elle shook her head as Alec pulled her to their door. “I tried,” she smiled. “It was nice seeing you again.”

  Quincy stepped in with Oscar right behind him. Ryan’s head was turned to watch the pair.

  “Ryan? You coming or going to stand here and enjoy the view?”

  Startled, Elle’s head whipped around. Ryan winked at her before joining the two men. Oscar shook his head as the door slid closed.

  “Must be something about this building,” he muttered.

  “What was that?” Quincy frowned.

  “What the hell is it about this building? Every man in it looks at a woman and wants to fuck her.”

  “Maybe because we know how and can get it better than you,” Ryan retorted.

  Quincy tuned out their verbal sparring, focusing on how soon he could get to his woman and fuck her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sitting on the mammoth bed in their bedroom, Debbie had thought she’d finished with the “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this” list. Quincy proved her wrong. Again. She was dressed in a white satin slip-dress similar to the navy slip she’d worn for him. Had that really only been Tuesday?

  Covering her from shoulders to feet was a black cashmere cape. On her feet were white ballet flats. She wore nothing else. No harness, no toys, no jewelry of any type. Quincy came from his large closet and she stared.

  The night before she’d thought he’d looked incredible in his dark jeans, black tee, and black leather jacket. Now, though, he looked like the bad boy in every girl’s darkest dreams—black leather pants, boots, black silk shirt, and a long black trench. His dark hair hung loose and she swallowed down the delicious thrill that zipped up and down her spine. He came toward her without a word. Pulling the hood over her head, he gently grasped her shoulders and stood her up.

  “Any questions?”

  “No, master,” she whispered.

  “All right,” he nodded. “Remember, no talking, keep your eyes down, and stay where I put you.”

  “Yes, master,” she nodded.

  His fingers traced her jaw. “The car’s waiting. Let’s go.”

  Keeping her eyes down, Debbie simply went where he guided her. Into the elevator, out a few steps in the garage, and ducking down to enter a car. He was silent the entire drive. When the car stopped, he exited and reached a hand in to help her out. They entered another elevator and he punched in a code. When the doors opened, Debbie saw polished dark floors. Quincy’s hand on her shoulder pressed her forward.

  “Good evening, Master Quincy,” a man’s voice greeted him.

  “Hello, Steve. Is the Board ready?”

  “Another fifteen minutes. They suggested you wait in the Pub.”

  “Of course,” Quincy replied. “Thank you.”

  Debbie counted forty steps before a right turn. The sound of low jazz music grew and she lifted her eyes slightly to get a feel for how large the room was. From a quick glimpse, she got the impression of something the size of the MC employees’ dining room. The Club was that big. Everywhere was the murmur of multiple conversations.

  “Master Quincy,” another man greeted them. “The Board asked that a booth be reserved for you while you waited.”

  “Thank you.”

  When they paused again, Quincy gently pressured her to sit down. Gratefully, she sank onto the soft leather seat. Her hood was lifted off her and his face came into her line of sight.

  “There’s someone I need to talk with. Stay here. You’re in a safe booth. That means no one is to approach you in any way.” She nodded, wishing he wouldn’t leave her alone. Seeing that in her eyes, he smiled slightly. “You’ll be all right, babe. Eyes down and sit still.”

  Nodding again, she kept her eyes on the table. She felt him leave her and began counting to stay calm. She reached forty when she saw someone stop in her peripheral vision. Was he back so soon? Had it been a test? She felt fear race through her. The thick fingers reaching toward her were not Quincy’s.

  “He left you unguarded,” a man growled. “He’s a fool.”

  Debbie shrank back against the leather, raising her gaze to see a leering expression.

  “This is a safe booth,” she whispered. “Leave me alone.”

  “I don’t think so,” he shook his head. “I’m a master and you are going to be mine. Now.”

  He grabbed her arm and dragged her from the booth.

  “Leave me alone,” she shouted. “Quincy!”

  “Monroe,” rang Quincy’s voice from across the room.

  The man just laughed and yanked the cape from her shoulders.

  “Such a sweet morsel,” he sneered, groping her breast over the satin.

  “Leave me alone, you sonuvabitch,” she yelled.

  Pulling her hand back, she curled her fingers as her arm swung around. Her fist caught him at the temple as her knee collided with his balls.

  “God damn, bitch,” he howled, doubling over.

  His grip on her arm loosened and she jerked away from him. He kicked out at her and she tripped, sprawling on the floor. Scrambling, tears blurring her vision, she searched the moving shadows for Quincy.

  “I’ve got you, babe,” he whispered, suddenly there. Pulling her to her feet, he put her behind him. Ryan, Oscar, and a couple other men she recognized from Hancock Security surrounded her. “Stay here.”

  “You told me that already,” she muttered.

  Oscar’s hand gripped her shoulder.

  “He’s about to kill a man,” he said in her ear. “You might want to hold off on the bitchy comments.”

  Debbie gasped as she saw a flash of silver in Quincy’s hand. In shock, she watched him grasp the front of Monroe’s dark shirt and yank him to his feet.

  “What the hell were you doing with my submissive?” he snarled, giving the shorter man a shake.

  “She’s not wearing a collar.”

  “You saw her come in with me,” Quincy shook his head. “You saw me place her in a safe booth. You went after her because you knew she was mine.”

  “I want her punished,” Monroe screamed. “She attacked a master. She…”

  Quincy shoved him away and Monroe crashed into a table. He fell to the floor only to look up and see Quincy standing over him. The length of the blade seemed even more dangerous as he knelt next to the other Dom. Debbie glanced around as she considered the very real possibility that Quincy would kill this man. No one else was moving or seemed surprised.

  “Did you really think a submissive of mine would let anyone but me touch her? Be unable to defend herself? You should be punished for touching a sub who was clearly not meant for or interested in you.”

  “Agreed,” rumbled a deep voice to the right.

  Debbie looked up and saw five men in dark gray leather. She ran through the colors Quincy had told her about. There’d been nothing about dark gray. The Board, she realized. Qu
incy stepped back from Monroe, picked up her cape, and joined her. Debbie felt the warmth of the cashmere surround her as he wrapped it around her shoulders before holding her to his side. Grateful and relieved, she leaned against him.

  “Quincy, there are more than enough witnesses here,” the man in the center of the five men spoke again. “Claim your submissive if she’ll have you.”

  Debbie saw the corner of Quincy’s mouth twitch. Okay, she thought. That last was obviously part of some ritual as it was obvious she wanted him.

  “Kneel,” he said quietly, taking the cape from her again. He passed the cape to Oscar. “Facing me.”

  Feeling exposed in the white satin, she knelt before him.

  “I am John Quincy Stormcloud,” he said in a strong, sure voice. “I am a master and I lay permanent claim to Deborah Alicia Sheldon as my submissive.”

  The man in gray joined them.

  “Miss Sheldon, I am Master Grady, leader of the membership board. You may look at me.” Debbie tilted her head back and recognized him from somewhere. Maybe he’d been in The Gray Shadows and she’d seen him. “Do you accept the responsibilities, duties, and rights of a submissive?”

  “Yes, Master Grady,” she whispered, nodding.

  “Do you accept the permanent claim of John Quincy Stormcloud as your master?”

  “Yes, Master Grady.”

  With a slight smile, Master Grady stepped back.

  “Collar your submissive,” he said to Quincy.

  Dipping his right hand into his pocket, Quincy pulled out a thick silver chain. Debbie saw blue and black stones alternating in the links—turquoise for his Sioux heritage and opal for her coal-mining background. Sweeping her hair over her shoulder, Quincy fastened the collar around her throat. For one long moment, their gazes held. She felt his hand slide around her neck and smiled as his fingers tangled in her hair.

  “Mine,” he stated firmly, pulling her up and toward him.

  The kiss was one of pure possession, claiming her before everyone watching. His tongue swept into her mouth, tangling and tugging on hers. Her eyes drifted close and she whimpered in her need as the fire began burning in her.

  “You need something, babe?” he murmured, lifting his head slightly.

  “Just you, Master,” she sighed.

  “I’ve got that covered,” he smiled, scooping her up in his arms.

  Master Grady’s brown eyes sparkled with humor as Oscar draped her cape over her so she was again covered from head to toe.

  “We’ll deal with Monroe,” Grady told Quincy in a low tone. “You enjoy your night.”

  “Thank you,” Quincy replied.

  Curling into his chest, Debbie closed her eyes. She felt the long strides moving them across the room and back into the hall. The elevator was waiting for them. He entered and turned toward the control panel.

  “Push eight,” he told her.

  Her hand snaked out, jabbed at the button, and disappeared back under the cape.

  “You’re not angry with me?” she whispered.

  “God, no.” He shook his head. “I’m pissed at myself, at others who did nothing to protect you, and the damned Board itself for not being ready when we arrived.” He brushed a kiss against her forehead. “But I am not pissed at you, babe.” He smiled. “I couldn’t be more proud of you.” The elevator doors opened and he strode out, going to their left. “Let’s see how long you manage to hold out when we get to the room.”

  “Hold out against what?” she wondered.

  He paused at the door.

  “Inside my right coat pocket is a key card for the door,” he told her.

  She retrieved and inserted the card into the key mechanism. The light blinked green and she turned the handle. He stepped inside and used his back to close the door behind them. He set her on her feet, tossing the cape onto a nearby chair. She kept her eyes on him as he removed his trench coat and added it to the chair’s burdens.

  “How long you hold out against that,” he smiled, turning her around.

  She gasped, pressing back against him. The room was empty except for a dresser and a chair to the right of the door. And the object in the middle of the room.

  “What…”

  “It’s a spanking bench,” he whispered in her ear. “I strap you in so you’re completely helpless. I’m going to set the machine with a dildo so it fucks your hot little pussy while I spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s bright red. Then,” he caught the hem of her slip and pulled it off her. “When you’re hoarse from begging me to take you, I’m going to fuck your ass.”

  Debbie closed her eyes, feeling her legs go weak. He picked her up and carried her to the contraption in the middle of the room. In a matter of moments, she was on all fours, her torso supported by a leather-covered pad. Leather straps went over her ankles, just below her knees, wrists and near her elbows. Then he strapped her waist down. Her head hung down, her black hair like a veil on either side of her face.

  “Very nice,” he murmured, teasing her clit.

  “Master,” she whispered, turning her head to look at him.

  “It’s a little early for you to be begging, babe,” he smiled, standing. He removed his clothing, piling his things on top of their outer garments. Going to the nearby dresser, he pulled out a paddle. “Now, one of the things we’ve never discussed is a safe word. If you need to stop something, whether something is too painful or you realize you really can’t handle what we’re doing, say ‘gigabyte.’ And if you’re okay with what’s happening, say ‘monitor.’ Repeat those.”

  “Gigabyte means stop. Monitor means okay,” she repeated.

  “Very good,” he nodded, walking around her. She felt his hand stroke along her back. “Now, what do you think you’ve done today to deserve a spanking?”

  She let her head hang down. “I kept teasing you at work,” she said quietly. “And in the apartment I tried to go into the playroom when you told me not to.”

  “Very good,” he said with approval. “Discretion, babe. We have to use discretion, especially about the dominant-submissive side of our relationship. People would have trouble accepting the fact that I spank you as part of fucking you.”

  “I’ll be careful, Master,” she promised.

  “I know, babe. And when I buy new toys, you will wait until I decide to give them to you. Or use them on you,” he replied. “Let’s see what you think of the dildo fucking your pussy.”

  Quincy squatted and adjusted the dildo, carefully putting it just inside her. A soft whirring noise and it began sliding further into her. Debbie’s breath caught in her throat and she wasn’t sure she would be able to exhale again. She was really being fucked by the machine. It would slide in and hold still for a heartbeat before pulling nearly all the way out and pushing back into her.

  “Oh, God!” she groaned.

  “You like it,” he chuckled, tapping her ass with the paddle. “Let’s see if you can hold out for ten.”

  “Yes, master,” she managed to gasp as the dildo began moving faster.

  He chuckled again. Whap. She cried out, her head going back.

  “Count, Debbie.”

  “One.” Whap. “Two.” By five, she felt as if she’d fallen into an orgy. Her pussy was weeping in its need to orgasm and she knew she wouldn’t make it to ten. Whap. “S…Six. Master. Please. Fuck me, master. Please, fuck me.”

  “Four more.”

  “I can’t,” she sobbed, tugging at the straps. “Please, master.”

  Whap.

  “Seven. Please, I need you to fuck me. Please, I…”

  Whap.

  The dildo was ravishing her pussy and she screamed.

  “Eight. Master, please. I love you. Please, fuck me.”

  The room went suddenly still, except for her sobbing and his harsh breathing. Debbie closed her eyes. Oh, shit! Had she really said that? He’d never intimated anything about emotions. It had always been the physical and mental connections with him. Her ass cheeks throbbed fr
om the eight smacks she’d already received and she braced herself for the last two.

  Instead, she heard the paddle clatter to the floor. She heard something that sounded like a rubber band snapping and then something else hit the floor. His hands grasped her hips and the next she felt was his finger pushing into her anus. He pulled it out and a second later, she felt his cock at her tight hole. Covered with a condom and lube, his erection demanded entrance. The dildo continued to fuck her pussy. His heavy torso rested on hers as she waited, tense with nerves.

  “This is the closest you’ll ever come to having two cocks in you,” he whispered, “You’re mine, Debbie.” A hand in her hair turned her head toward his. “I love you,” he told her. “I love you.” Quincy reached under her, found her clit and teased it. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded. “Now.”

  Relief swept through her at his words. He loved her. As her muscles relaxed, the orgasm uncoiled and rushed through her. It was like stepping on a live wire as her body jolted. She moaned and gasped for breath. Another orgasm swept over her as he kissed her. Electricity was still zipping through her as he sheathed his cock fully in her ass. She panted as he waited a moment for her to adjust.

  “Ohhhhh,” she moaned. She was full, stretched, and so turned on she thought she’d explode in the need to have everything he would give her. “Master.”

  She twisted her head so she could see him. He adjusted the machine and met her gaze. His hands gripped the bars of the bench and he pulled nearly out of her.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, concern in his voice. “What’s your word?”

  “Monitor,” she smiled softly, letting her head drop down again.

  His hands held her hips as he slowly pressed back into her ass.

  Her body began a constant trembling at the feeling of him filling her. His hands stroked her back as the dildo’s pace increased. The coarse hair of his groin teased her folds and she realized his cock was fully inside her ass. She felt the hard length inside her and wanted more than the easy, slight strokes he was making. She needed to feel him drive into her, to know that he’d taken her in the last place he could. She needed to know she was totally, completely his. His hands brushed the sides of her breasts and then as he swept them down her sides, one teased her clit. Driven nearly crazy with the building heat, she wiggled her hips.