Unraveled- 8 Delicious Tale of Passion

by Fawkes, Sara

  wanted to, she easily could have flagged down help and gotten herself off this island.

  But you don’t want to...

  That thought had her rushing back to her room. She took a quick glance at the clock, and jumped

  in the shower to get ready. After cleansing her body with some delectable strawberry scented

  shampoo and soap, she towel dried, and out of habit gathered her hair in a ponytail to tie it back, but a

  fine shiver moved through her when she remember he hadn’t left her an elastic band.

  She let her hair dry naturally, her curls more pronounced as they cascaded down her back. Naked,

  she stepped into the bedroom and her heart picked up tempo as she slowly began to dress in the

  clothes he’d laid out for her. As she put each piece on, she wondered if Quinn would removed them,

  and if so how. Slowly? Furiously? Pressure brewed deep between her legs, and her clit

  throbbed... throbbed for his attention.

  Once she was dressed, feeling desirable and sexy in the frilly underthings that fit her body to

  perfection, she gave herself a once-over in the mirror. She had never felt so feminine in her entire

  life. When the knock came at ten minutes to eight, she drew a breath to steady herself and slipped into

  her sexy shoes.

  Michael smiled as he looked her over. “Mr. Montgomery will be pleased,” he said, and as soon as

  the words left his mouth, she realized how happy that made her, how much she wanted to please him,

  wanted his praise. With a wave to set her in motion, he led the way to the beach, to a gorgeous,

  candlelit table in the sand, the ocean providing a breathtaking, romantic backdrop.

  She was about to take her seat at the empty table, when a hand on the small of her back stopped

  her. “I see today’s punishment has taught you a lesson about tardiness.”

  “Yes,” she murmured breathlessly, although for a brief moment she had considered coming late,

  knowing full well what the punishment would entail. Quinn pulled her chair out for her and she sat.

  He then moved to the other side of the table, and when she caught his glance, her heart leapt. With

  heat and hunger on his face, his eyes moved over her.

  “You look beautiful.”

  “Thank you. But how did you know my size?” She looked at the expensive designer cocktail

  dress. “Where did you get all these clothes?”

  Instead of answering, he just smiled, poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her. “Are you

  hungry?”

  As soon as she nodded, Ester came with salads. Rebecca took a sip of wine in an effort to settle

  her anxiety, then picked up her fork, but the nervousness, the excitement in her stomach made it

  almost impossible to eat.

  “Did you enjoy your day?” Quinn began, and she sensed he was making small talk in a bid to relax

  her.

  “Yes, it’s beautiful here. The view is breathtaking and the sea air is rejuvenating.”

  He arched a knowing brow. “I thought you could use some time to yourself after brunch, which is

  why I left you alone for such an extended period.”

  He was right, she did need time to examine what had happened between them, and come to terms

  with how this weekend would play out, how much she wanted it to play out.

  “But do know that for the rest of your time here, you won’t be left alone. You will be under my

  care at all times.”

  Under his care...

  Her throat tightened and she couldn’t believe how much she liked the sound of that. She picked at

  her food, too excited to eat as she thought about putting herself in his hands again. Quinn seemed to

  notice her anxiety, which she couldn’t seem to hide.

  He wiped his mouth with his cloth napkin, then set it beside his plate. “Have you lost your

  appetite, Rebecca?” he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

  She looked at him, and said, “Maybe a little.”

  He pulled his chair out from the table. “Come here.”

  Oh God.

  He cocked his head, his eyes assessing her. “What has you so nervous?”

  “This...you,” she admitted quietly, lowering her eyes.

  “Does this make you so uncomfortable that you want to use your safe word?”

  She exhaled slowly. “No.”

  “Have you been thinking about your punishment earlier today?”

  “Yes.”

  “Is your pussy still hot and wet, like it was when I put my hand to your bare ass?’

  “Yes,” she croaked out.

  “Look at me, Rebecca.”

  When she met his dark gaze he asked, “You didn’t touch yourself did you?”

  “No. You told me not to so I didn’t.”

  That brought smile to his face and her insides leapt with pleasure. “That’s a good girl, Rebecca.

  And like I told you earlier, good girls get rewarded.”

  God, yes...

  He sat back in his chair and silence hung for a long time. Her inside twisted with desire as she

  waited to see what came next, not daring to make the next move, and loving that the decision wasn’t

  hers to make. That realization shocked her, but more importantly, excited her beyond anything she’d

  ever known. Honestly, she had no idea how much she wanted this until he’d spanked her, until he

  asked her to submit to him. She wasn’t sure how, but the powerful Quinn Montgomery had somehow

  tapped into her deepest, darkest desire—ones she didn’t even know she had until now—and forced her

  to examine herself from the inside out.

  And she was damn grateful he had...

  “I assume you wore the lingerie I left for you.”

  She nodded.

  “Don’t nod at me. Speak.”

  “Yes,” she answered. “I wore the lingerie.”

  “Show me.”

  Moisture broke out on her skin and she glanced around, aware that his staff was milling about, and

  here, near the ocean, with candles outlining their silhouette, if someone happened to sail by, they’d be

  able to see her.

  “Show me,” he repeated, only harsher, the warning clear in his tone.

  A small noise sounded in her throat as she released the zipper at the back of her dress, allowing it

  to slip from her body and puddle at her feet. Quinn just sat there, taking his time to look at her body

  in the sexy clothes he’d obviously chosen with care.

  “You have a beautiful body. You shouldn’t keep it covered.” A long pause then, “Come closer.”

  She stepped toward him, her shoes sinking in the sand.

  “Take off your shoes.”

  She slipped out of the heels, the sand warm beneath her toes.

  “Get on your knees.”

  She sank to her knees before him, and he cupped her chin. He lifted her face until her eyes met

  his. Then his hand trailed over her cheek, her neck, until he reached her cleavage. He lightly touched

  her, feathering his thumb over her breasts, before trailing his fingers back to her mouth. He brushed

  the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, then pushed it inside her mouth.

  “Show me how you suck,” he said.

  Rebecca closed her mouth around his thumb and sucked deeply, using her tongue to brush the

  rough tip. When she heard a tortured moan, her body quaked, hoping... praying, he’d replace his

  thumb with his cock. Her mouth watered for him, aching to be stretched and filled, pushed beyond her

  limits.

  He pulled his thumb out and ran it along her neck, wetting her skin with her saliva. “Do you like

  to suck cock, Rebecca
?”

  She nodded, but then remembered she was supposed to speak. “Yes.”

  His voice dropped an octave. “Would you like to suck mine?”

  “I would.”

  As Quinn stood, and unbuckled his pants, she shivered in anticipation. With his instructions clear,

  she released his cock, and when she caught a glimpse of his impressive size and girth, her womb

  clenched with need. To know she could make him this hard, to visually see how much he wanted her,

  brought her to a whole new level of excitement. He fisted her hair as she leaned toward him,

  determined to please him.

  She gripped his cock, and he jutted his hips forward, feeding it into her waiting mouth. She

  widened her lips, taking in as much as she possibly could, but when he said, “No hands,” she let them

  fall to her sides.

  She rocked back and forth, spending a long time pleasuring him. Her moans grew louder when she

  tasted the salty cream dripping from the tip, and she wondered if he’d release in her mouth, shoot his

  hot seed down her throat. He growled and his muscles bunched as his veins filled with blood, but

  before he gave himself over, he gripped her shoulders and pulled her off.

  “Stand up,” he demanded as he tucked his cock away and zipped up his pants.

  She climbed to her feet and he sat back in his chair as she stood before him, waiting for his

  instructions.

  “Show me your breasts.”

  Ripples of pleasure moved through her as she removed her bustier, the misty ocean breeze

  pebbling her already hard nipples.

  Quinn pushed her hair off her shoulder, put his finger into her mouth, brushing it over her tongue

  to wet it, then scraped it over her pebbled nubs. She bit back a breathy moan and leaned into his

  touch.

  “Don’t do that,” he said, his voice rough. “Just stand still while I touch you, and don’t make a

  sound until I tell you to.” She sucked in a breath and he trailed his hand over her breasts, stroking

  them gently before pinching her nipple, hard.

  She wanted to cry out but she’d been given a direct order, so instead she remained quiet, waiting to

  see what came next. He pinched harder, to the point of blissful pain, and then he rose from his chair.

  With slow, unhurried movements he circled her, and when he moved behind her, her ass bare to him in

  her thong, he lightly trailed his hands over her tender backside, and put his mouth near her ear.

  “It’s almost a shame you weren’t tardy tonight,” he whispered, his hot breath doing delicious

  things to her senses. “Your ass looks like it could use another spanking.”

  He dropped to his knees and she swallowed, the sound carrying in the night as he paid homage to

  her round cheeks, touching gently and kissing away the sting that his hand had left behind earlier. She

  wanted to move, wiggle, push up against him, but found excitement in following his rules and

  remaining quiet and motionless.

  He gripped the elastic on her thong and gave a little tug downward. “Now let me see that pretty

  cunt of yours. Let me see if it’s hot and wet for me.”

  He stood, moved back in front of her and reclaimed his chair. “Take your panties off,” he ordered.

  She gripped the scrap of lace, and slid them down her legs. She lifted one foot then the other, until

  she was stark naked and shaking from want.

  “Now hand them to me.”

  His deep voice made her toes curl as she passed them over and he brought them to his nose to

  inhale her scent before tucking them in his pocket. Holding her gaze, he called out for Ester, and

  when Rebecca made a move to cover herself, aware that his cook would see her naked, he gave a slow

  shake of his head to stop her, the cold warning in his eyes stilling her hands.

  Ester stepped from the shadows. “Please clear the table, Ester. Then you may take the rest of the

  night off to do as you please.”

  “Your food, sir?” she asked.

  “Chill it for later. There is only one thing I’m interested in feasting on right now.”

  “Very well,” she said as Rebecca’s knees quivered in anticipation. With her breasts heavy and her

  pussy on display, she watched Ester removed the dishes and carry them back to the estate at the top of

  the hill.

  Quinn adjusted his chair, positioning it at the table like he was preparing to eat a meal. “Lay

  yourself out for me.” He waved his hand over the wood. “Right here.”

  Blood pumping madly, she shimmied on to the table and laid back, her pussy merely inches from

  his face as her legs dangled over the edge.

  “Widen your legs and show me your cunt.”

  She did as he commanded, and as she stared at the mosaic of stars in the night sky, she waited

  impatiently, waited for that first sweet touch of his tongue.

  A finger moved over her slit. “Have you been this hot and wet for me all day?”

  “Yes,” she answered.

  She could feel his breath on her inner thighs, so hot and moist it was all she could do not to cry

  out. “You were a very good girl not to touch yourself. Your sweet cunt is mine to play with not

  yours. Understand?”

  Desperate for him to play with it now, to lick, suck and fuck her, she murmured, “Yes.” Cream

  dripped down her leg, and she was sure if he didn’t soon touch her, she would go up in a burst of

  flame. She listened for him to speak, to do something, but silence hovered for a long time.

  Seconds passed.

  Minutes.

  She waited for what felt like a lifetime.

  And then it happened.

  Like fire on her skin, his tongue swiped from the bottom to the top, and as heat bombarded her, she

  felt a soft quake in the center of her core. Glorious. So damn glorious. He licked her again, and she

  spasmed. God, she was close, already so damn close she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

  He flicked the soft blade of his tongue over her clit and moaned in pleasure. “I’ve never tasted

  anything so sweet,” he said from deep between her legs. Passion raced through her and she shivered

  under his invasive touch.

  He inserted a finger and just kept it there, not moving, not stroking, simply filling her with its

  girth. It was blissful torture designed to let her know he was in charge. Fueled by need she writhed

  and moaned in sheer frustration.

  “Keep still, Rebecca and you are not to come until I tell you to.”

  He put another finger inside her, and the fit was so snug, so deliciously tight all she wanted to do

  was move, force him to pump deep and bring her to climax.

  “Such a lovely tight cunt,” he said, as he drew her clit into his mouth. “My cock is going to fill

  you so nicely.”

  Yes...

  He slowly, methodically began to move his fingers inside her, pressing, pushing, and building a

  powerful climax. How would she ever hang on? But she had to. He’d told her to.

  She drew a shaky breath and stole a glance at the amazing man feasting on her. Honestly, until

  this moment, this man, she had no idea why her past relationships had all failed. But now she knew.

  She didn’t want an easy considerate lover, a man who let her control the play, take the reins. No. She

  wanted this. Domination. Total and utter surrender.

  Oh God, she wanted this...

  His fingers stopped moving and he climbed to his feet. His dark, hungry glance met hers. “Fuck

  my fingers. Move
your hips and fuck my fingers like a good girl.”

  Rebecca gripped the sides of the table and started moving, meeting each thrust as he pumped into

  her and stroked her clit. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the points of pleasure, but then she

  opened them again, and tossed her head from side to side. Desperate to come, to give in to the

  sensations, her breath came in ragged bursts.

  “What is it, Rebecca?”

  “I’m going to come.”

  “Not until I say so. You can hang on.”

  “Quinn...please...”

  “Don’t disobey me, Rebecca,” he warned.

  He stroked harder, applied more pressure, and her body began tingling, every nerve quivering and

  on fire. She breathed against the blinding pressure, letting it build higher and higher until she hovered

  on the precipice. Heat whipped through her and her thoughts fragmented. He leaned over her and

  drew a nipple in his mouth, the wet heat of his tongue magnificent on her flesh. He sucked hard, and

  she stifled a cry when he bit down. As she hovered on the brink of orgasm, barely a shred of sanity

  left, his gaze met hers.

  “Come for me,” he whispered, and just like that she gave herself over to the pleasure. She cried

  out in relief, her pussy convulsing and clenching tightly around his fingers, holding them deep inside

  her body as her voice rose higher and higher. Waves of ecstasy lashed her body with the same ferocity

  as the waves crashing against the jagged rocks below. She gasped for breath, never having felt

  anything so powerful or amazing in her entire life. He held her as she trembled, wrapping her in his

  arms, and the possession she caught in his eyes when they moved over her face filled her with a new

  kind of need.

  When her body stopped spasming, Quinn unzipped his pants, gripped her hips to pull her to the

  edge of the table, and without speaking, drove his cock all the way inside her. His nostrils flared and

  his fingers dug into her soft flesh as he pounded into her, fucking her like a man hell-bent on taking

  what was his. As he ravaged her, her heart raced, loving that he wanted her like this, with such

  passion and possession. He fucked harder and faster, like he couldn’t get deep enough, like he was

  seeking more than just release. It excited her, frightened her, made her feel wanted and cherished.

  “You’re mine, Rebecca,” he growled.