by Mari Carr, Red Phoenix, Angel Payne, Sierra Cartwright, Jenna Jacob, Victoria Blue
“Mercy, Quinn,” she groaned. “You’re asking the impossible. How am I supposed to keep from going over?”
Ava knew it would take every ounce of self-control to keep from plunging headlong into the sweet abyss. Quinn knew that, too hence his reminders not to come.
Lowering her fingers to their assigned destination, the moist heat of her pussy surged over her hand. And when her cold index finger met her sweltering folds, Ava’s stomach muscles tightened and rippled as she sucked in a gasp. Rubbing tiny circles over her clit, she closed her eyes. Picturing Quinn in her mind, she imagined it was his fingers, tongue, and lips tormenting her throbbing flesh. Strumming fervently over her sensitive nub, Ava dipped two fingers into her clutching center. She arched, moaned, and whimpered as she writhed in a lurid dance beneath her own scuffing fingers.
Reaching the peak fast and hard, she hovered over the precipice. Poised like a ballerina straining on points, Ava craved to pirouette into the inveigling bliss. Thankfully the thought of defying Quinn sent a wave of panic cresting through her. With a groan of frustration, she dropped her hands and gripped the soft cotton bedspread in her fists. Beads of sweat dotted her brows. Her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath and uncoil from the brink of disaster.
Ava didn’t fare much better in the bathtub. As her need to orgasm grew, so did her irritation. Denying the roiling demand pelting her was far easier with Quinn beside her. She had little trouble holding back while gazing at his sexy green eyes, the slash of his rugged brow, and his raspy tone warning her not to come. But alone in the tub without his Dominant presence, Ava struggled to hold back her release while a bleak and hollow emptiness engulfed her.
She needed Quinn there to help guide her through this daunting battle of self-control. But she was on her own, which stirred a subtle hint of resentment to worm its way inside her. Why was she finding this task so damn daunting? Then, like a bolt of lightning, it dawned on her. Quinn’s conniving Dominance and her overzealous libido were to blame.
“That little sneak,” she groused out loud. “He hasn’t let me come in over three weeks. Quinn, you devious, wicked man.”
And why was Ava just realizing she’d gone so long without orgasm? “Because Quinn is a damn good Master, that’s why,” she chuckled.
He’d also kept her content and in her submissive frame of mind by bestowing heartwarming praise as she sated his desires. At the time, she didn’t feel the need for her own pleasure when she was tending to Quinn’s.
With a newfound awareness, she drained the water and stepped out of the tub. Grabbing a thick, fluffy towel, Ava dragged the plush fabric over her flesh, cringing when it chaffed her hyper-sensitized nerve endings. Patting the moisture from her mound, she feared she might detonate like a Cape Canaveral rocket if the material touched her clit. When she finished drying off, Ava strode back into the bedroom.
Gathering her courage, she yanked the comforter back and flopped onto the mattress. Tugging the blindfold in place before easing back onto the cool sheets, she let her slender legs dangle off the side of the bed. The last thing she wanted to do was touch herself again. She wasn’t convinced she possessed enough self-discipline to keep from soaring over the edge this time.
Her hand hovered over her mound.
He’s your Master and you are his slave. You can do this. Besides, he’d rather you tried and failed than outright gave up, the voice inside her beseeched.
Determined not to fail him or herself, Ava spread her legs wide before inching a trembling finger to her cunt. Parting her pouty flesh, she began slowly circling her stiff, pulsating clit. With her brain already saturated in endorphins and dopamine, Ava didn’t slide languidly toward the heavens—she catapulted like a shooting star.
In a matter of seconds, she was panting and writhing and straining to hear the snick of the door—past desperate for Quinn to arrive and save her…grant permission to satiate the demand clawing within. Holding on by sheer will alone, the only sounds Ava heard were her own panting and pathetic moans.
“Oh, god…oh, god,” she chanted breathlessly, thrashing her head from side to side. “Please, Quinn. Where the hell are you? I…I can’t hold on.”
Without warning, a gentle breeze wafted over the slick, hot juice flowing from her center. It was almost as if someone had displaced the air around her.
Quinn. Thank heavens.
Still strumming her clit, Ava managed to stop thrashing. She held her breath, waiting for him to give her permission. But when no words were spoken, she wondered if her mind was playing tricks on her. No, even with the scorching demand rising inside, Ava’s intuition told her that she wasn’t alone. The air felt heavy, as if weighed with a human aura. But if it were Quinn, he would have touched her or said something to make his presence known.
Fear, icy and cold, blasted through her. The air stilled in her lungs, and she fought the knee-jerk reaction to rip the blindfold free. No, she couldn’t allow her will to undermine her submission.
“Master?” she asked in a whisper laced with fear.
Her question was met with silence. Ava’s heart hammered against her ribs. She inhaled a deep breath, searching for a hint of Quinn’s expensive cologne, but only the scent of her heavy arousal lay pungent and tart in the air. Convinced she was being watched, her mind swam with unnerving images. Had some homicidal maniac bypassed the thumbprint security? Was some deviant gazing at her splayed out and pleasuring herself, or had Carlos returned for some unknown reason, too embarrassed to say anything? Had Quinn ordered room service to be delivered before he arrived?
The thought of some stranger observing her provocative show terrified her, but the image of a man stroking his own cock watching as she masturbated sent a rush of slickness to spill into her palm. Ava swallowed tightly. God, what was wrong with her? A wave of disgust crested through her, and she unconsciously reached for the blindfold. As her fingers met the satin fabric, an inner war between woman and submissive raged.
“Master?” she asked once more, terror rising in her voice.
Silence.
The blistering need within her had now been replaced by cold, unmitigated fear. Still, Ava was unwilling to fail Quinn or succumb to the terror clawing within. Sucking in a choppy breath, she raised her chin.
“Who’s there?” she demanded defiantly. “Answer me. If that’s you, Quinn…say something. Anything…please.” Her brave façade crumbled and her voice cracked.
Through the deafening sound of her heart hammering in her ears, Ava heard a soft rustling of movement. Straining, she listened intently, but the barely perceptible flutter didn’t repeat. Still, the pervasive feeling of another human in the room weighed even heavier in the air and Ava’s fears careened into orbit.
Chapter Two
Quinn stood at the edge of the bed, drinking in the sight of his gorgeous submissive. Ava owned his heart, mind, body, and soul. Watching her struggle so sweetly filled him with unmitigated pride. His chest rose and a lump of emotion lodged in his throat. A part of him wanted to speak…take away the panic and chaos rolling off her in wave after potent wave. But another part of him didn’t want to break the spell. Her determination to please him was an arousing, heady, and erotic sight. A sight that fed his Dominance, like a twelve-course meal.
With his gaze locked on her swollen pink pussy, Quinn unconsciously licked his lips as he watched the glistening, spicy nectar sliding down her busy fingers. She was beyond stunning. Even his throbbing erection agreed as it leapt against the zipper of his trousers, anxious to nudge between her slick, succulent folds. To press past the inviting bow of her lips and drive deep into her soft, slippery throat.
Christ, she was gorgeous, in both body and soul.
A smile tugged his lips when she defiantly called him out, but quickly faded as her voice cracked. Ava had begun to crumble…succumbing to her own fears at Quinn’s drawn-out silence.
“Please…whoever is in this room with me…say something,” she begged in a desperate wh
imper.
Ava was strong and he savored her tenacity and courage. It was only part of what made her submission such a raw and unique gift. And he drank in every drop she willingly gave, like a fine aged whiskey.
As he bent in close to her glistening pussy, her intoxicating fragrance filled his senses. Quinn’s mouth watered and he grew light-headed. Every cell in his body longed to latch his lips over her freshly waxed mound and lap up every drop of her hot, spicy nectar. Tongue-fuck her into oblivion before driving balls deep inside her wicked cunt until they were both sated and unconscious. Instead, he gritted his teeth and blew out a feather-soft breath over her wet sex.
“Oh, god,” she cried in a moan of defeat. “I’m scared.”
Quinn’s heart sputtered as he watched Ava curl into a fetal position, then burrow her face beneath her arms…hiding from the embarrassment and fears that consumed her. The sound of her sobs filled him with a potent sense of Dominance. Her tears were the ultimate treasure. A gift he coveted more than when she knelt at his feet. When Ava stripped away the exterior shell and opened her submissive soul in such a way, it filled him with hope that all aspects of the lifestyle could be attained with his alluring slave.
Quinn knew it was time to rescue his love.
Bending, he gripped the back of her neck and hauled her upright before latching a fist into her soft, brown hair. Ava cried out, struggling and fighting as he firmly guided her face to his crotch. Forcing her to inhale his scent, Quinn pressed her nose tight against his trousers and his straining cock. After drawing in the first breath, Ava instantly relaxed and wrapped her arms around his hips, fisting his pants in a death grip of salvation.
“Oh, Quinn,” she murmured. “Thank god it’s you. I was so scared.” Her warm breath leached through the material of his pants and he bit back a growl.
“Who?” he thundered. With a fist full of her silky hair, he forced her chin to tilt upward. He smiled at the perfectly shaped O of her lips and the blindfold blocking him from her view.
“Master,” Ava whispered. “I thought you were—”
“Do you have permission to speak?” Quinn barked.
Taking a step back, he regretted cutting off her lifeline, but he’d given her a taste of contentment and couldn’t gamble giving her more. Drawing his free hand back, he landed two stinging blows upon the insides of her buttery-soft thighs. Quinn clenched his jaw as Ava jolted and sucked in a startled breath. Even the miniscule touch of her flesh played havoc with his control. He’d only just started putting her through her paces, and already he ached to throw all his plans aside and sate his own thrumming desires. But he couldn’t. Too much was at stake. If he didn’t cement their Master/sub relationship here and now, Quinn feared she might slip through his fingers. He loved her too much to allow that to ever happen.
He’d started planning this with Ava over three months ago, after realizing she’d come to expect a predictable play routine. Their sessions had grown stagnant. Something had to be done in order for them to press forward and explore a deeper level of the power exchange.
Quinn had no one to blame but himself. He’d allowed work to consume his every waking thought. He’d lost focus from where it belonged—on Ava and pushing her submissive limits.
He aimed to give her both guidance and control…something they both craved. She’d expect the usual, and for that reason alone, Quinn had to stray far from the norm. If he didn’t, she’d readily hand over her power. Though that’s exactly what they both wanted and needed, Quinn wanted to forge a deeper, more meaningful relationship with Ava.
In order to do that, he’d have to keep her on her toes and throw her off-kilter. She’d likely fight him most every step of the way. But the reward for them both when she finally ceded her control would make it even more delicious, for him and for her.
Her body heat surrounded him in an enticing blanket. He had to put some distance between them before he fucked up and lost his head and tossed his plans to the wind. He took another step back.
“You disobeyed me.” His tone was flat and cold. She winced. “My directions were clear, were they not?”
“Yes, but I—”
“You were afraid. I know.” He cut her off and watched her lips begin to tremble. “But your fears were unfounded, weren’t they?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered guiltily. “I didn’t mean to fail you. I simply wasn’t sure who was in the room with me. My mind wandered to scary places it shouldn’t have.”
Quinn inched forward and fisted her silky hair. Ava straightened and sat as still as a statue as he drew a thumb over her tempting bottom lip. “Do you think I’d let anyone have free reign over you in any way?”
“No, Sir,” Ava answered quickly.
“Oh, you don’t, huh?” he taunted. “What if that’s what I wanted? Hmm?” Quinn felt a barely perceptible tremor skitter through her body. She opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. “What if I wanted to sit and watch while another man…or woman used you? Would you allow that? Allow some stranger to take their pleasure with you?”
“I—I don’t…is that what you want?” she gasped. Her body tensed as if on high alert.
“Answer me.”
She swallowed audibly. “We’d have to discuss…negotiate a situation like that, Sir.”
“Yes, we would,” he replied. “Tell me, princess…the minute you realized you weren’t alone any longer, why the sudden gush from your pussy?”
A quivering breath fluttered past her lips. Her body grew more rigid as a pink hue rolled from her chest and settled on her cheeks. “I—I don’t know,” she answered, slightly dropping her chin.
Quinn knew she was lying. He didn’t like the fact that she wanted to keep anything from him, especially her fantasies. “I think you do. I think we both do. Remember all the times I’ve pressed you up against the glass in my office and fucked you from behind? All those times I whisper in your ear…I wonder who’s watching us, princess. I wonder who’s getting hard and wet watching me fuck your sweet, dripping pussy. You come like a goddamn freight train, my love. You like the idea of some stranger watching you at your most vulnerable and uninhibited state. It turns you the hell on, doesn’t it, princess?”
Her blush turned a deep crimson but she still remained silent. Quinn clenched his jaw and cinched her mane even tighter. “I asked you a question, Ava.”
“Yes,” she replied in a murmur so low he almost didn’t hear her.
Quinn bent and pressed a feather-soft kiss to her lips in reward for her sharing what he knew was an embarrassing secret…at least to Ava. For him, it was a clearing of the path he intended to forge with her, later.
With a flick of his wrist, he released her hair. “Present your ass to me, girl. Hands and knees. On the bed. Now,” he snarled.
As Ava scrambled into position, he watched her tremble while she lowered her cheek to the sheet. With her smooth, milky-white orbs raised to cock level, Quinn wanted to howl. She would surely be the death of him if he didn’t get inside her soon.
“I’m sorry, Master,” Ava whispered.
“For what?”
“I—I don’t know,” she mumbled.
“Allow me to help you then, princess,” he scolded with a grin, grateful she couldn’t see his delighted expression. “Are you sorry for failing to follow my instructions? Or perhaps you’re wanting to apologize for trying to weasel out of answering my last question. Or is it for something altogether different, Ava?”
Her shoulders sagged. Quinn was indeed keeping her off-kilter. Dangling her over the cusp of submission by calling her princess, yet keeping her from fully submerging into the right headspace when he called her by her given name. Again she didn’t reply. He’d either disarmed her with his knowledge of her private fantasy or she was trying to devise the answer she thought he wanted to hear.
Both were unacceptable.
With a shake of his head, he drew back his hand and landed a loud, firm slap over her soft butt cheeks. Her bod
y jolted as she let out a short yelp of surprise.
“If it’s pain you want, princess, all you have to do is ask,” he whispered close to her ear. “But if it’s pleasure you’re seeking, you’re going about it the wrong way.”
“No, Master. I want pleasure…I mean, I want to give you pleasure,” she quickly amended.
He chuckled softly. Yes, he wanted that, too…eventually. “You’ll please me by answering my questions without hesitation.”
“I’m sorry for both,” she blurted out.
“Very good,” he praised, skimming his palm over the fiery red imprint left by his hand. When she purred, Quinn couldn’t help but grin. “I want you to share everything with me, princess. Not just your body but your fantasies, your secrets and dreams.”
He reached down, lightly tapping the insides of her thighs. Ava obliged his wordless command by inching her knees apart wider, granting him a stunning view of her swollen, wet pussy and tightly puckered rosebud. Quinn ached to ruthlessly plunder both openings, but instead he swiped a finger though her glistening folds, coating the tip with her sultry-hot slickness. Ava moaned and slowly rolled her hips as he painted the moisture over the opening of her gathered rim. Goosebumps erupted over her flesh, and a delightful shudder quaked through her.
Moving of their own accord, his other fingers delved into her hot, slick core. He closed his eyes, savoring her heat and the quickening rising inside him. “You feel like silk, princess…soft, luscious silk,” he murmured in a voice rife with hunger.
Ava whimpered. Her tunnel clutched around his slowly stroking digits. His cock was howling to be enveloped deep within her liquid walls. Grudgingly he lifted both hands away, watching with an inward growl as her passage grasped at nothing but air.
“Count for me, princess.” Her entire body tensed. He wanted to chuckle. “Surely you realize you’ve earned a punishment.”
