Intimate Persuasions

by Nicole Morgan

  Quinn started thrusting into her harder and faster than he ever thought he would be able to in such a tiny hole. But he watched her face and he knew how much she loved it. Words couldn’t describe the feelings that were consuming him. He was already so close.

  “Quinn…oh…it’s…yes…harder…oh God…faster…Quinn…I’m gonna come…”

  Quinn went from staring at her tight hole as he invaded it with every thrust to staring at her reflection in the mirror. She met his every demand as he plunged into her. She was fucking him just as hard as he was fucking her. It was incredible.

  “Annie, you feel so good baby. You’re so tight. I love you so much.” Quinn was thrusting into her with zeal. Taking her like a madman. “I can’t last much longer. I have to come, honey. Come with me.”

  She was already there. She ground the tiny vibrator against her clit one last time and exploded over her hand. She was so overwhelmed with the ecstasy enveloping her entire body that she couldn’t speak, she merely gasped in pleasure as her body bucked with the orgasm.

  Quinn felt it. Felt her muscles contract and pulse against the walls of her ass. It was different from when she came when he was inside of her pussy. Instead of milking and coaxing him, this was like a velvet jackhammer beating against his cock until he spurt with his release.

  “Fuck baby, yes!” Quinn let go of the demon clawing at the base of his spine kick him over the edge into oblivion. He came inside of her and felt his hot fluid wash back over him in the tight opening. Jesus. Unable to control himself, he thrust inside of her several more times to complete the euphoric agony that was continuing to claw at his very soul.

  They watched each other in the mirror, amazed at one another and what they had just experienced. Quinn was the first to regain his composure and smiled at her. He needed to hold her, to be closer to her. He slid out and pulled her up to him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her body tightly to his chest.

  Ann’s heart was in her throat. This was it, the final connection. He hadn’t just fucked her in her ass. He had taken possession of her, penetrated her very soul by the act. They truly belonged to one another now. She turned to face him, needing to feel his warm breath as it washed across her face.

  Quinn looked into her eyes and saw the tiny glistening tears. “Honey, are you okay?”

  She nodded and blinked, causing the tears to slide down her cheeks. “I’m so happy, Quinn. I love you so much. And you were right.” She kissed him before continuing. “That was amazing. I’ve never felt so close to you. I belong to you. I hope you know that. I hope you know that I trust you completely. There is nothing I wouldn’t let you do to me, with me.”

  Quinn grinned, “Is my shy little Annie becoming more brazen?”

  She nodded and blushed. “It’s all your fault. You bring out the naughty little woman in me.”

  Quinn held her closer and whispered into her ear. “Well, in that case. I bet there is a whole section in that store that we could get lost in.”

  Ann laughed before looking up at him. “There actually were a few things that looked sort of…interesting.”

  “Yeah, we’ll have to check it out sometime. Now come here. I’m going to run you a hot bath.” Quinn pulled her off of the bed and onto her feet. “Then, we will have the rest of our lives together to experiment.”

  “Quinn.” She nudged him playfully and giggled, but was secretly anticipating what new things they could try.

  “I love you, honey. We’re going to have a great life together.” He was brushing his hands up and down her arms. Still not able to believe his luck.

  Ann fluttered her eyelashes up at him. “You know that fantasy list I was telling you about?”

  He nodded. “Mmm hmm.”

  She looked over at the cowboy hat hanging on the hook behind the door. “Well, there’s nothing hotter than a man in a cowboy hat.”

  He laughed. “What are you saying? Ride ‘em cowboy?”

  This time she nodded. “Yeah, maybe. Come on cowboy, take a bath with me.” And she walked towards the bathroom.

  “Honey if I get in that bath with you, you know what’s going to happen.” He warned her.

  She turned back to look at him over her shoulder. “I was sort of counting on it.” She reached up, grabbed the Stetson and sashayed into the bathroom.

  Quinn listened to the water start and walked towards the bathroom. Hell. He was one lucky son of a bitch!

  Epilogue

  Derek’s Story Begins…

  Derek rested his head back against the seat of the cab. His flight had been long, too long. And he was completely exhausted. All he wanted to do was find a bed and sleep. But unfortunately he knew that Zach was waiting for him. He still couldn’t believe he was going where he was going. Zach, an old buddy of his from high school had always been a bit on the daring side. However Derek never imagined in his wildest dreams that he was into the BDSM scene. What was even more shocking was Derek’s quick reply to Zach’s invitation. He jumped at the chance.

  So after Quinn and Ann had gotten back from their honeymoon, which had been a hellacious two weeks of running between the Roadhouse and the restaurant constantly trying to keep everything on an even keel, he told the newlyweds that he was in desperate need of a vacation.

  Of course they had been gracious, told him to leave and take as long as he needed. Which was easy for them to say, he thought. Because they were two people, it would be a piece of cake for them to watch the two businesses. He had to laugh. Actually, they were two halves of the same person. In the past six months, leading up to their wedding they had literally turned into one another. They finished each other’s sentences and did things for one another without the other person even needing to ask. Although Derek couldn’t be one hundred percent positive, he was pretty sure that they mated like the damn energizer bunny on a double shot espresso.

  “We’re here, sir.” The grungy cab driver said from the front seat.

  Derek glanced at the red numbers which displayed his fare amount. He reached into his pocket for a twenty dollar bill and handed it to the man. “Here, keep the change.”

  After Derek got his luggage out of the trunk, the cab drove away, taking the stench with it. Thank God.

  So here it was. Wow. Apparently the BDSM scene was moving up in the world. The few clubs that Derek had been to several years ago had always been ‘underground’ establishments. They were either in old warehouses or run down lofts, but never had Derek been to one that looked like this. He stood there studying it for a moment when the large double doors opened.

  Zach opened the front doors and walked out to greet Derek. Once he got to the bottom of the long front walkway he held out his hand.

  “Welcome to Pleasure Seekers, old friend.”

  “Old friend? We’re not sixty Zach.” But Derek held his hand out to him. “It’s good to see you. I see the military kept you in shape.”

  Zach laughed. “Yes, well I see that you are still blessed with the natural physique of an athlete. But if memory serves, you do nothing to earn it. You still as lazy as you always were?”

  Derek shrugged. “Not when it matters.”

  Zach only nodded his agreement. “Come. Let me show you to your room. I think you’ll like it.”

  Twenty minutes later Derek was turning on the shower to try to wash off his jet lag. He knew he had to hurry. Zach had told him one of the newest members was having problems adjusting to her role as a submissive. For whatever reason Zach had thought that Derek would be the perfect Dom to teach her.

  Derek felt a little, no, a lot uneasy that Zach knew so much about Derek’s preferable role in the BDSM world. Just from a few of the comments that Zach had made, Derek would have sworn that their paths might have crossed at one of those clubs he’d attended in the past. But for the life of him he couldn’t remember seeing Zach since high school.

  Quickly, Derek washed his body and jumped out of the shower. He had only minutes to get his game face on and meet Zach in
what he called, ‘The Learning Room.’ Seven years ago he wouldn’t have needed to prepare himself, for what he was about to do. But seven years ago he hadn’t met Sandi. It was approaching the two year mark since their break up and Derek still hadn’t managed to sleep with another woman.

  He laughed as he yanked up his leather pants. It was actually kind of pathetic. Here he was a Dom, not by practice or frequency, but by nature, and he hadn’t even fucked a woman in almost two years.

  Derek ran a hand through his still damp hair and headed towards The Learning Room. He knocked once and waited for someone to say it was all right to enter. When Zach gave him permission he came in.

  “Derek, this young woman you see tied to the bed is the one I was telling you about. She is having trouble adjusting.” Zach shrugged as he walked towards the door. “See, it’s complicated. As much as she craves this lifestyle, she wants to be controlled, to the extent of punishment.”

  Derek was about to tell Zach that wasn’t that unusual, he had dealt with many subs who held the same desires. But Zach quickly interrupted him.

  “No, I see what you’re thinking and you misunderstand. She is not in it for the pleasure. She doesn’t want to feel good, only pain. That is where you come in. If she is serious about becoming a member, she either has to learn to enjoy the pleasure that the pain can bring or she will have to leave.”

  Derek listened to Zach’s explanation, which basically meant that this sub sought no sexual release. Even with the different levels of Doms and subs there was always an eventual release. No matter how rough things got, it was for the purpose of the ultimate pleasure. But, according to Zach she only wanted pain.

  “You see,” Zach continued as reached to open the door. “She feels guilty about something in her past. She believes that if she continues to take the pain and humiliation, that it will somehow make up for what she did. Do you understand?”

  Derek nodded as he motioned for Zach to leave them alone. Once the door was finally shut Derek walked over to the table that held an assortment of pleasure props. He fingered a couple of them before deciding on a crop. He walked behind the woman. She was on all fours, her hands tied to the headboard in front of her. Her head was facing the wall as her ass was jutting upward.

  Smack! Derek didn’t want to give her time to anticipate. He only wanted her to feel. Smack, smack! He slapped her again and again with the jockey’s instrument, only harder this time. His eyes glinted in satisfaction at the red welts forming on her rear.

  She looked magnificent. Beautiful pale white skin, marred by redness of his doing. His cock hardened. He had missed this. The control. The lust. The power.

  Derek wanted to feel her, and his job as her Dom was to teach her to enjoy it. How would she be able to deny pleasure if he was fucking her? If there was one thing Derek was confident of, it was his ability to fuck a woman senseless.

  He pulled the snap free on his pants and peeled away the front opening. These pants had been made especially for this kind of easy access. He walked over to the table and picked up a condom. He sheathed himself and got on the bed behind her.

  She was still so quiet. She hadn’t moved or said anything, not even made a noise since he’d walked in. He was going to change that. His first rule when he was trying to train a submissive was to teach her the earth-shattering pleasure part of it first. Then when they were dying with need for it, there was nothing they wouldn’t submit to. They would belong to the Dom, willing to do anything to make them happy.

  Now at her entrance he weighed his options, he could coax her, but he wanted her to suffer just a little, to remember who was in charge. Instead, he placed his hands on her ass cheeks and pulled them far apart, effectively giving him access to her wet—yep, that’s right, she was wet—pussy.

  Derek laughed. So she didn’t want pleasure from it, huh? Then why was she dripping with need? Derek stared at her opening for a moment. A strange feeling overcame him. He couldn’t place it, so he ignored it. And with a swift thrust, he was deep inside her.

  Jesus! She was clinging to him, massaging his cock as her pussy trembled around him. Maybe it had been because he hadn’t had sex in so long, or maybe it was because she was so tight, but he was in heaven at the feel of her wet heat enveloping him.

  Derek was ready to fuck her with an intensity that he hadn’t known in a very long time when that feeling washed back over him. She felt so…oh shit!

  “Sandi?” He asked the one word question, praying he was wrong.

  The once quiet and motionless woman swung her head around to face him. Horrified, she looked at him. “Derek?”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Nicole Morgan is an avid reader who kept having one recurring problem. Ideas of stories kept popping into her head. She ignored her desire to write until her curiosity got the better of her and she decided to research what steps she would have to take if she truly wanted to take a chance and write.

  Nicole took a chance and followed her dream. She has been blessed with some fabulous opportunities and has met some wonderful people along the way. Writing is a true love to her and has brought her a new and profound happiness with every step she’s taken along the way.

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