I could feel my pussy dampen, and I squeezed my thighs together. Words refused to come so I simply bobbed my head “yes.” My knees weakened, and I took a gulp of air.
He closed a hand on the back of the neck. It made me nervous, but comforted me at the same time. “Because I need to make you mine.” His voice, that familiar snarling, menacing voice that had rocked my world over the miles all summer, reverberated directly in my ear.
Overcome with emotion, I dropped to my knees in front of him. “Please, sir. Make me yours.”
He patted me on the head. “Since you’re my guest, little one, I’ll let you choose. What should we use first?”
I glanced around the room and pointed at the stocks. “I’d say that one, but you just did me from behind a couple of hours ago…”
“Ahh, but it’s versatile, my pet. I can lay you on your back as well.” A wicked smile spread across his face. “Go to the restroom and prepare yourself. Come back, naked, when you’re finished.” He helped me to my feet and showed me to a small restroom down the hall.
I went to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, ran my fingers through my hair, and walked back down the hall to Quentin’s kinky room.
“Good girl,” Quentin said, and I was disappointed to see that he was still dressed. I’d hoped he would have at least taken off his shirt so I could get a good look at his amazing abs. “Now lie down here.” He indicated the padded bench part of the stockade. It looked rather narrow and I was afraid I might tip to one side and fall off, but I needn’t have worried because as soon as he locked my head and wrists in the wooden stocks, he pulled out some foot rests that reminded me of the stirrups at my OBGYN’s office.
“Rest your feet on these while I get something.”
The stocks that were clapped around my neck and wrists kept me from seeing what was happening to my feet, but the edges were padded and my head did have a thin padded cushion behind it so my head and neck hopefully wouldn’t become sore.
I stretched to watch him grab some coils of rope off the wall, then return to my feet where I couldn’t see him anymore. “Close your eyes. I want you to focus on feeling me tie you up. Think about what I’m doing to you, what I’m going to do to you. Think about your safe word.”
Closing my eyes, I laughed softly. “Bluebird.”
“Do you need me to stop?”
“Just practicing.”
“All right. Keep it to yourself unless you mean it from now on.”
“Yes, sir.”
He lifted my right leg and positioned it the way he wanted it. I was a doll with bendable limbs, and when he got my leg the way he wanted, he secured it with rope. He started by wrapping the soft rope around my thigh, and each time he wound it around my leg it felt like a caress, a lover’s kiss, and I heaved a happy sigh as I anticipated the next pass. After capturing my thigh, he pressed my calf up next to it and wound the rope around it as well. Finally he attached the configuration of ropes together so that one side of my lower half was trussed up like a frog, wide and open.
Next he proceeded to do the same with my other leg, sliding each bit of rope so delightfully over my skin that my entire body came alive, leaving my senses alert to every nuance of his touch.
“You’re already so wet and I haven’t even touched your pussy,” he observed. “That’s a good girl.” Pinching my erect nipple, he said, “See? These are the sorts of things I miss when our play is cyber.”
“And your touch, sir. I crave your touch.”
To my surprise he leaned down and kissed me. My eyes were closed so I didn’t see his mouth descend on mine, but he quickly pushed roughly between my lips and claimed me with his tongue, curling it over mine, licking, tasting, devouring me. I returned his passion with my own, and when he pulled back I reached up for more. Taking my bottom lip between his, he tugged and sucked it before finally biting mine and letting me go.
I whimpered, as much from his retreat as from the nip of his teeth.
“I’ve missed my little slut. I have to admit I didn’t realize how much I would crave having you in real life, until I had the chance and then it was gone. Since then, I’ve stayed up so many nights thinking of what I would do if you were here. And now you are—all tied up with nowhere to go.”
A moan leaked from my lips. Damn, I wanted this so badly, whatever it was he was going to do to me. But the instant I felt something smash against my naked pussy, I considered changing my mind.
“This implement is something you smack yourself with frequently in our cyber sessions. Can you guess what it is?” he asked, smacking my goodies again.
I tried to think, but it was difficult with my nether regions smarting like that.
Swat! Swat!
“Come on. Give me a guess.” Another smack. I started adjusting to the whacks, and my memory sputtered back to life.
The feel of the black plastic struck a nerve… “A spatula?”
“Good girl. I can see you’re paying attention now.”
He swatted me a few more times before burrowing his finger inside me.
Finger-fucking.
“And I know you’re not a huge fan of anal, but I think I have the perfect thing to get you on the right track there.”
“Not a huge butt plug, please,” I begged, thinking I didn’t want to have to use my safe word. I really didn’t, but I had such a tiny butt.
First I felt a cold finger, goopy with lube, enter my anus. I cringed and gritted my teeth until the discomfort abated. Then he removed his finger, and I felt something thinner, with bumps, go back up in there.
After a few more swats to my pussy, he clamped two hellish clips onto my nipples.
“Hmm. Which hole to fuck?” he pretended to ponder.
“Whichever one you like, sir.”
“I haven’t felt your mouth yet today, I choose that one.” He moved around the stocks and lowered the headrest so I could tilt my head all the way back.
“Open.”
I parted my lips and felt the head of his cock rub around the rim of my mouth, taunting me. I tried to be a good sub and simply take whatever he dished out, and soon I was rewarded when he pushed the length of his shaft into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.
With my eyes closed, I allowed the sensation of him fucking my mouth to consume me. Inhaling his musky scent, I used my tongue to give him pleasure and I imagined my mouth was my cunt and each of his thrusts increased my arousal.
His cock moved up and down my throat, and I heard him groan.
“Such a thirsty girl, trying to swallow my cum. I’m not through with you yet,” he grunted and withdrew his dick. Then he walked to the other side of me and I felt a pair of forks rake over my thighs and zip up my sides. He laid them on my belly and removed the clamps from my nipples.
Blood rushed to my nipples and it hurt like hell. I shrieked, but instead of giving me a break, he pinched then licked my sore little buds.
“Do you want the forks?”
He knew I loved playing with the forks on my breasts most of all. But this was a test of sorts to see how much pain I would take on my freshly tortured nipples. Knowing I might soon regret my decision, I answered, “Yes, sir. Please may I have the forks?”
I could hear the smile in his voice as he praised me. “What a good girl. You’re becoming a regular pain whore, aren’t you?” He scraped the ends of the forks across my chest, ending in the center then pressing down and twisting. The exquisite combination of agony and ecstasy made me howl.
He did this several times until I thrashed my head from side to side, screaming at the top of my lungs. Then he set them aside and toyed with me by rubbing his cock along my opening while he stimulated my clit with a finger.
My cunt dripped with need, and my hips bucked as much as I could possibly move them, bound the way I was.
“Go ahead—try to get away,” he taunted. “I’ve got you tied up tight. But that pussy of yours belongs to me now, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.
”
With the head he traced words or shapes—something I couldn’t make out—on my lips and I thought I might die if he didn’t fuck me right then.
“Say it. Tell me who your cunt belongs to.”
“You, sir. My cunt belongs to you,” I whimpered, and he rewarded me by driving himself into me. I cried out in ecstasy, so elated was I to have him inside me again.
“I want to turn you into a cum factory. I want those walls to come crashing down. Grip me with your cunt when you come. I want you coming hard and long, the scent of you filling this room.” His fingers dug into the skin on my legs as he pumped into me, and I felt like my every nerve ending was a live electric wire. No one had ever made me feel the way he had, and I gave myself to him completely.
His cock felt like it was made from steel as he rammed into me again and again. Each time, my cunt clenched around him, and that thing in my ass tickled and stimulated me simultaneously.
He must have felt me start to tremble as the pressure inside me started to erupt because he said, “Those are anal beads I’ve shoved in your ass. When you start to come, I’m going to pull them out slowly, one at a time. It should make your orgasm even more intense.”
I wasn’t sure what he was talking about until I felt my climax begin, and he pulled one out.
“Oh my God,” I cried.
Then he pulled out another one, and I whimpered loud. Each time, it felt like he bumped up the intensity of the waves of bliss that coursed through me. He pulled them out slowly, savoring what it did to me each time my asshole puckered over another bead as he removed it.
“Sir, oh my God, sir,” was as coherent as I could be, my head wildly thrashing and my entire body shook with what felt like an earthquake of pleasure.
He pushed into me hard and fast like a jackhammer. When his hot semen shot into me, I was so high from what he’d done to me that it took a while to come down to earth.
The last thing I remember was him untying me then picking me up and carrying me to his bed.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The next morning I woke to the light streaming into Quentin’s bedroom. The night before, after he finished using and abusing my body, he’d carried me into his room and deposited me amongst a white cloud of down. It was incredibly comfortable and, exhausted from traveling and subbing, I had immediately fallen asleep. Awake now and rubbing my eyes, I looked around for Quentin, but he wasn’t there.
I frowned. I wanted a snuggle.
As if on cue, he walked through the door holding a cup of coffee. The smell of those much-needed, delicious roasted beans wafted under my nostrils, and I sat up in the cozy bed.
“Good morning,” he said, wearing only a pair of plaid boxers. The lines of his body were sculpted so beautifully, he made my mouth go dry.
“Good morning.” Thirsty, I reached for the mug.
He took a step back toward the door. “I thought we might enjoy our coffee on the porch, and watch the sunrise.”
“Oh! That sounds wonderful.” I climbed out of bed and followed him outside.
His deck furniture proved to be comfortable as well and I perched naked on the loveseat, the light just beginning to appear over the tops of the tall trees that immersed us.
He handed me the coffee then went inside for something. The brisk morning breeze was definitely chillier than I was accustomed to.
Quentin returned with a blanket that he wrapped around my shoulders. I loved this chivalrous, thoughtful side of him. Between that and his darker, kinkier side—I felt like he was the perfect man for me. Not only did he tick all the boxes, but I connected with him like I’d never connected with anyone.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I let the blanket and the warm coffee warm me as I watched the sky begin to blaze with ethereal colors. Quentin picked up his own mug and sat next to me, placing an arm around my shoulders.
The smell of fall tickled my nose. We wouldn’t have weather like this for months in Texas, so it was a welcome experience.
“It’s nice up here.” I rested my hand on his knee and scooted closer to him.
“I agree. I get a lot of inspiration from nature, so this is a great place to work.”
“You have a lovely place.”
“Lovelier now that you’re here.”
I blushed. I liked this lighter, flirtier side of MC. “You know, you’re not that bad of a guy,” I teased.
“I’m not?” He tousled my hair and pulled me closer.
“No. I could get used to this,” I said, admiring the view.
“Me too.”
It still surprised me that Quentin had opened his heart to me. I turned to look at him. “I’m so happy, here with you.”
“I hoped you would be, that’s why I wanted you to come up here and see what my life was like. I know you have a job in Texas, and your family is there, but I think I have a lot to offer you here as well.”
Whoa, it sounded like he’d thought this out. Possibly even further out than I had. “What is it you want? I mean, what are you looking for, Quentin?”
His jaw was set with determination when he said, “Eventually, I want a wife and a family. It gets lonely out here. I make do with the internet, contact with you… But I don’t want to do that for the rest of my life.”
“But just a few weeks ago you decided you didn’t want to get closer to me, and you pushed me away.” As happy as I was now, it wasn’t long ago that he was the source of my misery, and I couldn’t help myself from reminding him.
“I was wrong. A knee-jerk macho reaction. I’m sorry for that. I’m not perfect, Sophie. Far from it.”
I hugged him closer. “Perfect for me.”
He stroked my hair. “And you’re perfect for me.”
Something he said registered with me now, a little late, and I leaned back to eye him suspiciously. “Did you say family… that you wanted a family?”
He shrugged. “Why is that so hard to believe? I told you before that I like kids.”
That’s right, he did.
“And last night, in the parking lot, you didn’t wear a condom, did you? Or when you took me in the stocks?”
He shook his head.
“I’m not on the Pill, Quentin. The only person I’ve been having sex with for as long as I can remember is myself.”
“I know. I should have, but I got caught up in the moment.”
I grimaced, wondering why I hadn’t thought of it myself. I was seriously out of practice being with a real man.
“Hey, but if it happens, it happens…” He smiled.
If I turned out to be pregnant, he would be happy! Not just accepting, but happy. That realization bumped our relationship up to a new level.
“Oh my God! You are a devil.” I swatted him on the arm playfully. “I can’t believe you did that. You’re trying to get me knocked up.”
He shook his head, his mouth forming a lazy grin. “That’s not true. If I were truly trying to breed you—you’d know it.”
“Breed me?”
He nodded and crushed his lips to mine. Even first thing in the morning he tasted divine, and even sitting on a bench our bodies conformed perfectly to one another. He took my mouth, invading me with his tongue, making me swoon for more. I slid my hand from his thigh to his crotch and found, with great satisfaction, that he was hard. Gripping his cock through his boxers, I eagerly began to stroke him.
“You are going to make us spill all this coffee, you little slut, and I’m going to have to make you pay for it.” He shook his head, but I could tell by the sparkle in his eyes he wasn’t really mad.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“You should be. You must ask permission to touch my cock.”
As insane as that sounded, it made me even more hot for him, and my nipples strained against the blanket. “Yes, sir.”
“At least wait until after breakfast,” he said, and kissed me again. “After that, it’s all yours.”
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