by Cathryn Fox
A few minutes later she was walking the long hallway of Quinn’s home, but the second she entered his bedroom, she noticed the scarves on his nightstand—ones he’d given her as a gift then used to tie her up with. Her body quivered, but Quinn must have mistaken it for unease.
He hurried across the room, gathered them both into his hands and placed them back in the box—a box that reminded her of the red silk panties and bra he’d sent to her office.
“You forgot to take them home with you,” he said.
She nodded, her glance going to the bedposts in remembrance. Quinn stepped up to her, brushed his thumb over her mouth and whispered, “Normal,” before he pressed his lips to hers.
Chapter Six
The sweet taste of her mouth was almost more than he could take. He fought the overwhelming urge to dominate her, to see her on her knees, to feel the sweet victory of her submission. But the only way he’d want her bowing before him was if she had willingly fallen to her knees. Since he couldn’t—wouldn’t—go there with her, he sucked in a quick breath to fuel his brain and keep himself on track. He’d insisted on doing things the way she normally would and he damn well intended to stick to that plan. Even if it killed him.
She slid her hands around him and kissed him back, the soft noises in her throat driving him mad. His hands left her face and traveled down her arms, and while he wanted to pin them behind her back he resisted the urge and shifted his focus.
“You’re overdressed,” he murmured, reaching for the small buttons on her blouse.
“You are too.” She pushed at the lapels on his suit jacket, forcing it from his shoulders, and he growled as her fingers raced over him.
It had been all he could do to keep his distance this week, to give her the space she needed, but now, well, now that he had her all to himself, he couldn’t wait another second to have her naked on his bed.
He popped the buttons on her blouse and peeled it open. When he saw her in black lace, lust rocketed through him. While he loved her in black, he was dying to see her in the red lace he’d sent to her office last week. With a quick flick, he unhooked her bra, and she let loose a little breathy whisper as he bared her breasts.
He ran his thumb over her nipples, making them harder. They formed tight peaks, and he dipped his head to draw one into his mouth. He licked and sucked, but as need consumed him, he teetered on the edge of sanity. He bit down with force, unable to help himself.
She gasped and it snapped some sense back into him. He eased off, brushing his tongue over her hard nubs to soften the sting. His gaze darted to hers, and he saw the ecstasy flittering across her face. Jesus. Her head fell forward, her hair spilling over her bare shoulders. Christ, seeing her like that, seeing the need on her face brought the Dom back to the surface, demanding that he tie her to the bedposts and take her hard.
He dipped a hand under her skirt and caressed her inner thighs. She widened her legs for him and his hand traveled higher, to stroke her hot core. The second he reached the juncture between her legs, air left his lungs in a whoosh and the room nearly closed in on him.
“Jesus, Rebecca,” he bit out. His hand stilled near her pussy, the tension in him escalating as she came to him the way he loved. “You’re not wearing panties.”
“Is that a problem?” she asked. She blinked up at him, the innocent sensuality in her eyes contradicting her actions. Deep down she wanted him to take charge, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
“Fuck. Do you have any idea what this does to me?” He watched her carefully, gauging her responses.
She placed her hand over his throbbing cock. “I have some idea.”
He stepped back. “Are you trying to test my control?” He took rejuvenating breaths, fighting the urge to rip her skirt from her hips and fuck her the way they both needed it. He fisted his hands, struggling for control.
“I would never do that,” she whispered softly, the teasing lilt in her voice enough to make any sane man crazy.
“Take it off,” he said through clenched teeth. “Take it off and show me your pussy. Let me see how bad you need it.”
In a move that had sweet submissive written all over her, she lowered her head, slipped her hand around her back and tugged on her zipper. He listened to the hiss, his eyes devouring her as she wiggled her skirt to her feet. She stepped out of it and stood before him completely naked.
He shoved a foot between her ankles. “Open your legs.”
She spread for him, and he took in her shaved pussy. Her nether lips opened to expose her pretty pink sweetness. He sucked in air, lust calling out his Dom again. Christ, his depth of desire for her was beyond his comprehension. As he hungered for her, he took in another quick breath to force oxygen into his brain.
In a move that took him by surprise, she dropped to her knees before him.
“Rebecca,” he rasped, reaching around to cup the back of her head. “What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, she opened his pants and drew his cock into her hot mouth. When her heat wrapped around his girth he gripped her hair, wrapping it around his hand three times. She sucked deep and he growled. Jesus, how could he do things the way she normally would when she was on her knees in front of him like this?
He tugged on her hair, hard, dragging her mouth from his cock. Her lips fell closed as her eyes flashed to his.
“Open,” he commanded.
Responding to his authority, she widened her mouth. He moved his hips, offering her his crown only. She greedily licked him, and when she tried to draw him deeper into her throat, he pulled out. A popping sound filled the air as she sat before him, her mouth forming a sexy O as she waited. He let her wait, let her come to terms with the fact that no matter how hard she tried there was no way to suppress her submissive side.
“Please,” she begged, leaving no question about what she wanted from him.
“Open wider.”
She obliged and let him take charge as he fed her another inch. He took a breath to center himself, but the sight of her swollen lips sliding over his cock damn near did him in. Ravishing her mouth, he sank deeper until he touched the back of her throat, then withdrew, repeating the action until he was so goddamn stiff there was no longer any blood in his brain.
She moaned and sucked hard, then put her hands on her knees. Did she even realize what she was doing? Perhaps her actions were a result of being back in his room, a place where he’d first used restraints on her. He wasn’t sure, but what he did know was that there was a deeper part of her that needed submission. The Dom in him responded, wanting to fulfill all her wants and desires.
The second he realized they were both fighting a losing battle, all coherent thought fled. A growl tore from his throat and with little finesse he pulled her to her feet and gave a shove until she was sprawled out on his bed. Need twisted inside him as she looked up at him, the passion and want in her eyes touching him on a completely different level. She licked her bottom lip, then lowered her eyes, her chest rising and falling as her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.
“On your knees.”
She turned, and a noise sounded in her throat as she went up on her hands and knees, her sweet ass aimed his way. As she offered herself up so nicely, he removed his clothes, slid in behind her and gripped his cock. He smacked the length of his dick against her cheeks, then ran it between her legs, biting back a growl as he brushed the wet tip over her damp opening.
His pre-come glistened on her cheeks, and she wiggled her ass. Before he could think better of it, he slapped her backside. “Stop it,” he said.
She whimpered, and her hands fisted the bedding. Quinn grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her stomach, then pressed on her back until she collapsed onto it. Her hands stretched out over her head, and Quinn slipped a finger beneath her, running it over her wet clit. She pushed against it, grinding herself against him as she trapped his hand between her body and the pillow.
Jesus, he loved the way she reacted to him,
how much she wanted him. He slapped her ass again. “Stop moving.”
She stilled and he brushed her clit harder, rewarding her for her compliance. “That’s it,” he said. “Just lie still and let me take care of you the way you need.”
He ran one hand over her soft backside and pulled his finger from her clit to slip it inside her. Her muscles clenched, and a storm built inside him. As his body trembled, the need to possess consumed him.
His cock throbbed, urging him to drive inside and claim her. He blinked, a red-hot blur of need making his vision fuzzy. He worked his finger between her legs, stroking the bundle of nerves inside until she trembled beneath him. She grew slicker with each stroke, and a slow burn worked its way through his body, settling deep in his groin. Her sweet scent urged him on and he turned his attention back to her clit. He teased it, changing the pressure and alternating between hard and fast, light and soft. As her orgasm approached, she quivered beneath his ministrations and stopped breathing. A moment passed and she continued to hold her breath. Jesus Christ, she was waiting for his command. Did she even realize that?
“Come for me, kitten,” he said. He ran the rough pad of his finger over her clit, touching her just the way she liked, and her entire body shook. Her sweet cream coated his fingers, and for one brief, luxurious moment he pictured her tied to the St. Andrew’s cross, in nothing but the red bra and panties he’d sent to her office.
He shook his head to clear it and with renewed purpose grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed. His fingers bit into her flesh as he pulled her open and positioned his cock at her hot pussy. He waited, building the anticipation inside her, and when a whimpering noise sounded in her throat he slapped her ass and plunged deep.
Heaven.
Pure fucking heaven.
A moment passed as he reveled in her wet heat, then he pulled out only to ram back inside again. He leaned over her and absorbed the tremors in her body as he took her higher and higher again. Senses heightened, his cock twitched and jerked as it filled with heated blood. His seed raced to the finish line but he struggled to hang on, never wanting to leave the warmth of her body. But the second he felt her climax around him, he knew he was beyond the point of no return.
He buried himself deep and exploded inside her, giving over to his body’s needs. So good. So fucking good. He stayed like that for a long moment, moisture sealing their bodies together. He breathed against her back and drew her scent into his lungs as one hand went to her hair to pull it from her face, needing to see her.
By small degrees he pulled out, his heart settling back to a steady rhythm. He dragged the pillow out from underneath her, then rolled to his back. He drew her to him and wrapped a protective arm around her. She snuggled in and he shifted to face her.
“Rebecca,” he began. Shit, he really should apologize for slipping into the role that came so natural to him, but how could he when he knew it was so good for her. Her stomach took that moment to grumble and she crinkled her nose, lifting her chin until their eyes met.
Contentment backlit her eyes and told him so much about her needs. She wanted his dominance every bit as much as he wanted her submission.
“I went to Sophie’s party straight from work and only had a few hor d’oeuvres,” she explained.
He smiled, dropped a soft kiss onto her mouth and said, “Let’s get you something to eat.” She was about to move when he stopped her. “Wait. Why don’t you stay here?”
She gave him a teasing look. “Are you afraid that now that I got what I wanted from you, I’m going to leave?”
“Yeah, something like that,” he said, chuckling as he pulled on a pair of jeans. He drew up his zipper, then stilled, sensing there was more to that statement, a deeper meaning. Did she expect him to leave once he’d gotten what he wanted? Did that kind of thing happen to her often? Knowing now was not the right time to probe, he said, “But just remember, there’s more where that came from.”
She snuggled deeper into the blankets. “Hurry back.”
He glanced at the clock then left the room, moving quietly down the hall. The staff had already gone to bed, so he hurried to the kitchen and pulled open the fridge. He grinned when he saw the tray of sandwiches inside. He’d have to remember to give Eloise a raise. He grabbed the tray, two glasses from the rack, and a bottle of white wine.
By the time he made it back to his room, he found Rebecca with her back pressed against the headboard, thumbing through an old photo album. She glanced up when he entered.
“I hope you don’t mind.”
“My house is your house.” He poured them each a glass of wine, then set the bottle and sandwiches on his nightstand. He handed her one and she munched as she flipped through the pages. The smile on her face warmed his heart.
He took a big bite of his ham and Swiss and pointed to his brother Gabe. “He’s the baby of the family. Momma’s boy all the way. We couldn’t do anything wrong without him tattling.”
She laughed. “I don’t know about that. I think you were all momma’s boys.” She chewed her sandwich and went quiet for a moment. “What was it like growing up in a big family?”
Quinn took a sip of his wine. “For us kids it was great, but how my mother put up with four boys and a husband was beyond me. We weren’t exactly angels.”
“No?”
He laughed. “Hell no. Josh and I had a misguided youth, but Dad’s belt got us back on track.”
She chuckled. “Is your dad…?” Her question trailed off, as if she didn’t want to dig too deep.
“He died a few years back. He was a good man.”
“And you’re close with all your brothers.”
“Thick as thieves.”
She laughed. “Gabe doesn’t tattle anymore?”
“No. We have too much on him these days for that.”
They ate their sandwiches as she flipped through a few more pages, a look of longing on her face. She finished her wine and he took the glass. “Do you have any more albums?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He climbed from the bed and searched his bookshelf. By the time he found one, he turned to find her sound asleep.
His heart squeezed to see her so warm and content in his bed. He put the book back, slid in beside her and tucked her in. In no time at all he fell asleep. A sound pulled him awake, and he turned, half expecting her to be gone after realizing they had indeed crossed over into BDSM last night. When he found her still sleeping quietly, the love he felt for her tightened his throat. A noise sounded again, and Quinn climbed from the bed and pulled on his jeans.
He tiptoed down the hall and found his brother coming in through the front door.
“Hey,” Quinn said. “Early morning?”
Josh grinned. “More like late night.”
From the kitchen, he spotted Eloise preparing coffee. “We’ll take it in the den,” he said.
Josh followed him in and sat on the edge of his desk. “How are…things?” he asked.
“I don’t know. She’s giving me mixed signals and I don’t even think she knows it. I want to give her what she wants but she’s not ready.”
“She’s afraid.”
Quinn opened the box with the collar and ran his fingers over the jewels. It symbolized a commitment to each other, as well as the BDSM lifestyle. How would she react if she knew he’d had it made for her?
Eloise brought their coffee and they both sipped in silence until she left. “I know you care about her, bro, but is giving up a big part of who you are what you want to do? If she loved you in return, would she really ask for that?”
“She didn’t. I offered. She refused. I insisted.” Quinn scrubbed his hand over the scruff on his chin. “I want to be what she needs. Even if we stayed in the lifestyle, there is still a piece of herself she won’t give to me, anyway, which means I could never collar her.”
“Then why don’t you move back to L.A. with me. Start again.”
His office door creaked, and he looked up, expecting to see Eloise.
When he spotted Rebecca standing there in one of his robes his heart missed a beat. Her gaze left his and went to the collar in the box. He quickly closed it. Shit, how much of their conversation had she overheard?
He crossed the room to her and that’s when he noticed the glazed look in her eyes. He waved his hand in front of her face. “Rebecca,” he said.
“What?” she asked, her gaze moving over his face.
“Where’d you go?”
She blinked and squared her shoulders. “I have to go,” she said. “I need to go home and get ready for work.”
“It’s Saturday.”
She gave him a forced smile. “I’m a workaholic, remember.”
Quinn looked at the clock. “Okay,” he whispered, taking her hand in his and leading her back to the bedroom. “Let’s get dressed. But before I drop you off at home, there is somewhere I’d like to take you.” He cupped her face and looked deep into her eyes. What he was about to do next would either solidify their relationship or rip it wide open. But no matter what happened to them, he had to do this—for her.
Chapter Seven
Rebecca sat in the vehicle beside Quinn and kept glancing his way. She took in his strong profile as he maneuvered his sports car through the early morning weekend traffic. He kept his focus on the road straight ahead. Was he avoiding direct eye contact with her on purpose? Perhaps he was worried about what she’d overheard in his den.
Her mind returned to the conversation between him and his brother, and the beautiful diamond-studded collar he’d had made for her. Her heart tightened because she knew what that collar represented—complete physical and mental surrender.
That idea squeezed the air from her lungs and told her one thing. Today, after he dropped her off, she was going to end it with him, no matter how hard it would be to not have him in her life. He deserved a woman who could give him all parts of herself, and she couldn’t do that.
