“Really?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Yes. I had no idea what you would be like, but I told myself that I would dominate you, that I would design a rigorous session for you that would break you. I would have you, and get you out of my system. My plan was to come back home and distance myself from you.”
My eyes narrowed into slits. “Yeah, I know. I remember you doing that.”
“But it didn’t work. I couldn’t follow through with it. After I met you, I realized that I had feelings for you. I realized what we had went further than sex. After I came home, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, all the cute things you do.”
“Like what?” I asked, suspicious of his revelations. Did he just say I did “cute things?”
“The way you rub your eyes with your fists like a five-year-old when you’re sleepy. The way your face turns red when you want to come, but hold yourself back. The way you love crazy weather shows and paint your fingernails with a “mood” nail polish. I don’t know, Sophie—everything. It’s everything about you.”
“I felt the same way, but when we got home and you were so distant I thought it was just me…”
He downed the rest of his drink. “No. You weren’t wrong. What we had was real, but it overwhelmed me, and like a jackass I backed off. You coming here… first of all, it was awfully brave. You’ve been an incredibly brave woman the whole time I’ve known you.”
“What? Brave about what?”
“For starters, trying out BDSM over the internet with a perfect stranger. If that’s not incredibly brave, I don’t know what it.”
“Or incredibly stupid.”
He laughed. “I guess, with the wrong guy it could be. But you were completely new to this, and the way you have blossomed, it’s been beautiful to watch.” He stroked my cheek. “Or should I say listen to…”
I smiled.
“Not long after I fussed at you for not going ahead with the cam sessions, I realized I’d been a dickhead. I’m sorry. I was confused, and I tried to put you out of my mind. But that didn’t work and I was just miserable without you in my life. But by the time I figured out I’d made a mistake, you weren’t returning my messages and I knew I’d fucked everything up. When you agreed to come up here and talk with me, I knew I had a second chance to make things right between us. You don’t often get those in life, and I couldn’t let you go without telling you how important you’ve become to me.”
“So you have feelings for me?”
“Of course I have feelings for you.”
Of all the scenarios I’d run over in my mind, this was beyond any I’d allowed myself to dream. The best I’d hoped for was another session, one that ended with a proper goodbye.
“You really need to work on your communication. I think you need to send me a recap.”
He chuckled, then pulled me into his arms and growled. “Very funny. You do have a great sense of humor, but keep it up and I’m going to wear out that little bottom of yours with my crop.”
“Promises, promises,” I teased.
“Finish that drink so I can get you to the parking lot… I think my little slut needs to be ravished.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
His words made my nipples pebble under my shirt, and I was glad I was sitting down, otherwise my knees might have buckled underneath me. I gulped down the rest of my drink as he paid the check, then took my suitcase from me and led the way to the parking lot.
Dusk was giving way to night, and the air outside felt different that it did where I’d been that morning. Cooler. Less humid. A blanket of stars shone down as Quentin held a hand out to me. I clasped it and let him walk me to a parking lot at what seemed like a far corner of the airport.
“You sure parked far away,” I said as the lights of a black Mercedes S550 Hybrid we were approaching flashed and the locks clicked open.
“Because I thought you’d prefer a touch of privacy with what I’m about to do to you.”
“What’s that?” I asked, uneasy.
“Lean over the hood of the car and you’ll find out.”
Even though it was dark, the parking lot was well-lit enough that I could see the gleam in his eye as he spoke. With a wink, he placed my suitcase in the trunk and closed the lid, latching it shut.
I ambled toward the front of the car, both nervous and excited. I wasn’t a fan of public displays, and I certainly didn’t want to get caught doing anything like what Quentin seemed to have in mind.
“Bend over,” he growled. Instinctively, I sprawled my torso over the hood of the fancy car with my ass in the air.
He lifted my skirt and ripped my panties off. He could have just pulled them down, but I doubt my heart would have been racing as hard if he had.
“It’s a little dark for a visual inspection, but spread those legs wider and I’ll give you a tactile one.”
Drawing a ragged breath, I opened my legs a few inches more apart.
“Good girl,” he whispered, and his fingers disappeared into my folds.
I gasped as he entered me, fucking me with one, then two, then three fingers. His middle finger wiggled against my G-spot, torturing me with a pleasure that made me feel completely out of control.
He worked my pussy hard, then pulled out, traced my lips, and let his fingers dance across my clit. Those hands made me whimper and grind my ass back against him, muttering, “Fuuuuuck.”
Then I felt the head of his cock teasing me. He flicked it against the opening to my cunt, but when I tilted my hips back toward him, he smacked my bottom hard. “Hold still, you greedy little bitch.”
A needy whine escaped my lips, and he smacked me again.
“Please, sir,” I begged.
“Finally. She asks for what she wants.” He swatted my other cheek. “What is it you want?”
“I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me.”
“After I make this juicy ass nice and red.” He spanked me several more times, and I held tight to the car, trying to hold still. The pain. My mind centered on the pain, and after a few swats it melded with my arousal.
As I started to float away, I felt his cock enter me. The relief of it made me cry out, and he pushed inside me, hard as steel and just as unforgiving.
I adjusted my ass, giving him a better angle, and he thrust inside me again and again. In the back of my mind I recalled another time when I’d bared my ass to a man in a parking lot. The night I’d gone out with Shelby and her friends and I’d met Brett, the guy who had introduced me to BDSM in the very beginning. How very different this was with Quentin. My first encounter had been tentative. I’d been clueless back then, but now in this moment, I was all in. I belonged to my Master completely. He’d molded me into a plaything who was perfect for him, and I reveled in my submission.
Quentin’s cock pulled out slowly, driving me wild with desire, aching to have him inside me again. He pressed into me hard and fast before repeating the movement over and over again—first slow, then fast. My pussy clenched tight around him and I could feel my muscles grabbing frantically at him each time he pulled back, teasing me.
Then I felt something nudge at the opening to my back door. He knew I wasn’t a huge fan of ass play, but he liked to push my buttons. Gritting my teeth, I wriggled my ass against him, and he slowly entered my rear with what I guessed to be his thumb. The added stimulation to my other hole while he continued to plunge into me took me to a new level of ecstasy. He played my body like a musical instrument, and I gave myself over to him completely. I lay against the car, willing him to keep doing what he was doing.
“What do you think people would think if they saw you here, on my car, getting fucked from behind in public like this?”
Oh crap. I’d gotten so lost in the moment I’d forgotten that anyone could walk by and see us. I swallowed hard. “They’d think that I was a dirty whore.”
He slapped my ass before grabbing my hips and picking up the pace. He fucked me deep and hard, his balls slapping aga
inst my clit. “That’s right. You’re my dirty girl. You’ll take what I give you. You’ll do whatever I say. Isn’t that right, doll?”
“Yes, sir,” I managed, though it was hard to speak clearly when he was pounding my body so hard. It was the first time he’d ever called me doll, and the combination of that little endearment combined with everything else sent me over the edge.
The night sky exploded in front of me, stars floating everywhere while my body shook with tremors of bliss. I hugged the hood of the car and cried out an unintelligible call of joy. As I rode the waves of my climax, it occurred to me that I forgot to ask Quentin for permission to come. But in the midst of the sexual high I was experiencing at that moment, that didn’t matter. If he wanted to punish me for that, I would take it. At that moment, everything in the world was fine. If I had looked up and seen a crowd of people gathered watching me, that would be fine too.
That made me giggle, and the thought of it made the next wave of my orgasm hit me even harder.
All the while, Quentin continued to rock his cock in and out of my pussy. As I started to come down from my own release, I noticed he was still using my body for his own pleasure, and that turned me on—not only lubricating my cunt for him, but switching on something in my brain. I wanted to be his, and I wanted him to use my body for his own release.
“Please, sir. Use me.”
With a snarl he pumped his hips against me once, then again a final time before he shot his seed toward my womb and stilled. The only sound in the parking lot then was his labored breathing.
“Thank you, sir.”
He withdrew, went around to the side of the car to fetch some napkins, which he handed to me, presumably to help me clean myself up. Then he lifted me up from the car hood and kissed me on the forehead.
“Welcome to Seattle. Want to get something to eat?”
About twenty minutes later we were sitting in a chain restaurant chatting like old friends, which was nice. Doing something “normal” like this was comforting, if kinda weird.
“So what else do you do, besides your work?” I asked.
“Lots of things. I try to stay active. I hike, go to the gym, read. I like sports, soccer in particular. I don’t live my life in Dom mode.” He shook his head. “Do you think I go to restaurants and spank the waitress if she gets my order wrong? Bark at people all day long?”
I conjured up a mental image of this and laughed. “I don’t know. Maybe you tell the waitress ‘good girl’ when she gets it right.”
He scooted around the circular booth to pull me to him. “I only do that with you, though I do like the idea of you kneeling at my feet, and me feeding you your dinner if you are a good girl.”
“You’re terribly kinky, you know that?”
He nodded. “It’s a curse.”
“Maybe, if you find the right partner, it doesn’t have to be. But seriously, I want to get to know the side of you that’s not always being kinky.”
“I am kinky a lot of the time. That’s why I want to interact with you so often during the day. I like to keep it going.”
“So you’re highly oversexed. I get that, but everyone has to deal with real life stuff and some situations don’t have room for sex. Like paying the water bill. Doing the dishes. Taking out the trash. Taxes. Some things are not sexy, and for you to pretend like everything in a relationship needs to be about sex is bullshit. You’re lying to yourself if you think it’s enough.”
He sighed. “You’re right.”
“I am?”
“Yeah, you’re pretty smart, you know that?”
I nodded.
“Maybe I need a smart little subbie like you to keep me in line.”
“Probably.”
“So what do you propose? How are we going to work this out? You’re about to start teaching again… I have a life here.”
“Have you ever heard of this thing… it’s called the internet. It helps people connect.”
“But I thought that wasn’t enough for you. I’m not sure it’s enough for me anymore.”
“What if we meet up on weekends sometimes? See where things go…”
He took a long, deep breath. “Let’s do it.”
“Really?” I couldn’t believe it, and I was filled with happiness.
“I think it’s a good place to start. I know with school, your schedule isn’t as flexible as mine. I can fly down to see you some weekends.”
“You’d do that?” I wasn’t sure how it would turn out, but at least he wanted to give it a shot.
“Of course. You’ve given so much of yourself to me, Sophie. It’s the least I can do.”
I stared into those amazing brown eyes of his. “You, sir, are full of surprises.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” he said, lifting a brow.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Being around Quentin definitely affected my appetite. I hadn’t been hungry during dinner. At least not for food.
When he walked me to the car and opened my door for me I appreciated his manners, and it reminded me that whether he was spanking me or humiliating me in a public place, he did it because he believed I needed it. He wasn’t a mind-reader, but he’d gotten to know me well enough by helping me get in touch with my darkest desires that he made superb educated guesses about how to take me to new heights sexually, often putting my needs over his own. That was chivalry in my book, albeit a slightly warped and kinky version of it. Not exactly what Bunny would be teaching the young men at Junior Cotillion, but chivalrous nonetheless.
We drove for about thirty minutes, up windy roads and into the woods.
“Do you have a fireplace?”
“Of course.”
“It hardly gets cold enough where I live to build a fire, even during winter.”
“Well, it gets cold enough up here.”
“Do you chop your own wood, or is that just on television—the sexy lumberjack outside swinging an axe?” I could totally picture him doing that, his muscles pulsing under his shirt as he went outside, hunting and gathering, preparing his home for the long, hard winter.
“I’ve been known to do it on occasion.”
Now that was something I’d like to see.
When we arrived at his house, a few lights lit the parking area, but mostly I could see the log cabin from the light of the stars. The wood structure was engaging, with a big, long porch that took up the whole front of the house. It looked like the set of a movie. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered.
He laughed. “Thanks. But you don’t have to whisper.” He stepped ahead of me and unlocked the door, holding it open for me. “Actually, way out here you can be as loud as you want. Welcome to the house of pain.”
My stomach clenched. “What the…?”
“Just kidding. I wanted to see if you were paying attention.” He chuckled.
“Seriously? Now, after I’ve come all this way, trusted you with so many things, now you’re going to turn out to be a serial killer?”
“No. I was just teasing. A little Dom humor. Not very funny apparently.”
“Yeah, not funny.”
“I’m just excited to show you my dungeon toys.”
“Your what?”
“Yeah, I made them just for your visit.”
I didn’t know whether to be flattered or creeped out. “Huh.”
“I’ve never liked the things other people come up with, so I created my own—I had a bench made with iron rings for bondage, and I made my own set of stocks—you know, like they used to have in the village square with the place for your head and hands to go through. But mine have a place to lock your ankles in too, giving me easy access.”
My mind automatically imagined the things he could do to me with equipment like that. I stared at him. “My God, you’re perverted.” Then I rushed toward him, taking his face between my hands and kissing him hard. His mouth welcomed my attack and instigated one of his own. He lifted me up by my ass, and I hooked my legs around his waist. I
held him tightly between my legs, grinding my pelvis against the bulge in his jeans.
“I thought you’d like it,” he mumbled between slashes of his tongue against mine. Clutching my bottom, he carried me to a closed door just off the main living space, somehow managing to open the door and turn on the light.
As the room became illuminated, I looked past him, my eyes transfixed by the tufted chaise lounge with multiple iron rings attached to the sides, the assortment of tools and rope that hung from hooks on the wall, and the large contraption in the middle that took up most of the room.
“What do you think?” he asked, and I slid down his crotch and walked around the room, wanting to get a closer look at everything.
“I think it’s amazing. Kinda scary, but mostly amazing.”
He tucked his hands in his pockets and tried to look modest, but his face beamed.
“How long have you had this? This mini-dungeon?”
The corners of his mouth turned down. “I’d call it a playroom.” He shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of this stuff for a while, but these pieces are new.” He pointed to the chaise and the stocks. “I got them for you. I was using this room for storage, but sometime after Houston I decided this would be a better use for it.”
“So, you’ve never brought any of your other subs here?”
“Not to this room. I think one came to my house once, but only for coffee.”
“Coffee?” Did he really expect me to believe that?
“Yeah. During the get-to-know-you phase. I don’t usually play at home. I prefer hotels. Gives me a chance to leave whenever I want.”
“So why bring me here?”
He rolled his eyes. “My God, Sophie, don’t be a pain in the ass. Because you’re different! I made these things for you. I want to redden your ass with this.” He pulled a riding crop off the wall. “I want to tie you down to this and drip hot wax all over your naked body,” he said, pointing at the chaise. “I want to make you my prisoner, lock you into this thing, make all of your holes available to me, take you in all of them. Do you want to know why?”
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