by Fawkes, Sara
“Quinn...” she murmured.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“This is my cunt, and I’m the only one who gets to fuck it.”
“Yes,” she cried out as his words, and his savage fucking, brought her to the edge again. His
fingers bit deeper into her flesh and she knew he’d leave a bruise. But she wanted to be marked by
him, a token to remember this moment. He shifted for deeper penetration, and she arched into him.
Her entire body broke out in a sweat, and she moaned as a second climax swept through her.
“Jesus,” he cried out, as she let go, her hot cream coating his cock. A second later he threw his
head back and came on a growl. He depleted himself high inside her, and she tightened, milking him
of every last drop.
He fell over her, his heart pounding against her body. He stayed like that until his breathing
settled, then he pulled his cock out, and re-zipped his pants. Rebecca remained still, sprawled out on
the table, her mind still not functioning properly.
Quinn gripped her hands and pulled her until she was sitting upright.
Feeling completely comfortable in her skin around him, and basking in the new intimacy they now
shared, she glanced at her clothes in the sand, waiting for him to instruct her to dress.
He ran his hand down her arm, the touch achingly gentle, and the tenderness on his face when his
eyes met hers made her breath catch. “You have a beautiful body and I have decided that for the
duration of your stay here, I want you naked.”
Rebecca gulped air. “What about your staff?”
“What about them?”
“I can’t walk around naked in front of them.”
“You can and you will.”
“But Quinn...”
“And I meant what I said, Rebecca. Your cunt is mine. Mine to do with as I please.”
Chapter Four
Quinn put his arm around Rebecca’s slim waist and guided her back to the estate. Once inside, he led
her to his suite––specifically to his impressive private bathroom. He turned on one of the many spray
nozzles inside the large, walk-in shower and looked at the incredible woman who’d made him feel
things he hadn’t felt in years.
When he smiled at her, she asked, “What?”
“Still want to run away?”
She returned his smile. “No.” Then she bit her lip and said, “You knew I wouldn’t make the call
didn’t you?”
Quinn stepped into the shower and held his hand out for her. “Yes, now come here and let me
wash you.” He adjusted the spray and put her under it. She moaned in ecstasy and he grabbed the
soap to lather her. He washed her body, taking extra care with her bruised pussy before teasing the
tight rosette between her ass cheeks, gauging her reaction which was hesitant but positive. He pressed
a finger in to test her and when her eyes widened, his heart leapt, thrilled to know he would be the first
guy to penetrate her anally. His cock twitched in anticipation, but he banked his desires, knowing
they’d have plenty of time for that later. He gathered her hair, and poured a generous amount of
shampoo into his hands before he began to wash her long curls.
She whimpered in delight. “I love the way you take care of me.”
“You’ve given yourself to me, Rebecca and it’s my responsibility to take care of you.” When she
blinked up at him, he explained. “I take that responsibility very seriously.”
Her brow furrowed. “You’ll always take care of me?”
“Yes. It’s part of the Dom/sub relationship. I will tell you what you can and cannot do, but I
always have your best interests at heart. You do understand that don’t you?”
She nodded, and he pulled her close, running his soapy hands over her body to finish cleaning her.
He slipped a hand back between her legs. “Is your pussy sore?”
“A little.”
“If I’m ever too rough, you know you have a safe word, right?”
She shook her head. “I love how you took what you needed.”
He held her tight, his heart pounding with the understanding that he’d never felt so close to anyone
before. “But I’ll never take without giving. Not with you, Rebecca.”
“I love that, too.” She went quiet for a moment, then asked, “How did you know, when I didn’t
even know?”
“It was the way you shied away from me during proceeding. The sub in you sensed the Dom in
me. I knew what you needed long before you did, and I wanted to be the man to give it to you, which
is why I brought you here, and not to Freedom.”
“Oh,” she said. “You remember me from way back then.”
“I’ve never forgotten you, Rebecca.”
“I’ve never forgotten you either,” she admitted, then her eyes widened like she was remembering
something else. “Wait, we didn’t use protection.”
“You’re on the pill.”
“How did you know?”
He smiled. “Because I took great pain in learning everything about you before I brought you
here.” He touched her chin, and angled her face upward. “And don’t worry. I’m clean. I’m tested
monthly.”
Her stomach took that moment to grumble and Quinn laughed. “Come on. Let’s get dried off and
have some dinner and wine on the bedroom patio.”
Quinn wrapped her in a big fluffy towel, knowing the night breeze would be cool up here on the
hill. He led her outside, and she took a seat, contentment written all over her. She glanced at the
ocean, her eyes wide and full of new life.
“So beautiful.”
His heart missed a beat and he said truthfully, “There is no one else I’d rather be sharing this
with.”
She looked at the towel and her eyes widened. She made a move to shed it. “Oh...”
He stopped her. “No. Tonight you will stay wrapped. It’s chilly, and I wouldn’t want you to be
uncomfortable. In the heat of the day, you will be remain uncovered, but for now, keep this on.”
Something moved over her face, and his heart pinched.
“I love the way you take care of me,” she said quietly.
“Good, because I don’t ever plan to stop.”
She exhaled slowly, and he dropped a kiss onto her mouth. “I’ll go round us up some food and
drink. Then once those needs are taken care of, I do plan to take you again.”
He turned and made a quick trip to the kitchen to reheat the food Ester had prepared for them
earlier, then grabbed a bottle of wine.
When he went back to his bedroom and saw Rebecca sitting on his patio, like it was where she
always belonged, he knew in an instant that he could never be with another. She was his sub, he was
her Dom and he would spend his life taking care of her, and pleasing her.
* * *
Rebecca woke to the sound of waves splashing in the distance. She stretched out her sore limbs and
smiled because it was a good sore. One that reminded her of all the deliciously naughty things she did
with Quinn since arriving on this majestic island.
God, how could she have gotten so lucky, to be kidnapped and awakened sexually by this
magnificent man who took such care in introducing her to the darker side of pleasure. She might not
have made it to Freedom, but never had she felt so free.
“Good morning.”
She looked at Quinn, and was about to speak when he pulled her to him. He kissed her long and
hard, the
n climbed over her, pinning her beneath him. Their tongues tangled as she widened her legs
for him, granting him access to her body and heart.
When his cock found home, he pumped into her, their lovemaking hot and passionate and every bit
as moving as it was the last time. Rebecca basked in the sensation, never wanting the feeling, or this
wild weekend, to end. After lovemaking, they showered and Quinn took her to the beach where they
nibbled on fresh fruit and delicious omelets made by Ester, who was now arranging towels and what
looked like a picnic basket on the sand, close to the surf. As Rebecca sat across from him, stark
naked, a warm breeze on her flesh, they talked quietly, but she didn’t miss the hunger in his eyes.
Before she realized it, she was in Quinn’s arms again. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
“You should probably do something about that.”
His eyes darkened as he led her to the towels that Ester had arranged for him. Once there he spun
Rebecca around, his hands going to her breasts as he pushed up against her. She could feel his hard
cock press against the small of her back, and feeling naughty, wanting a spanking, she wiggled up
against him.
He slid his hand along her hips, then cupped her ass cheek. “If you’re going to tease me with your
sweet ass, then I’ll have no choice but to take it.”
She gasped, remembering how he inserted a finger during their shower. Was he really planning on
fucking her anally?
“Quinn...” she murmured nervously.
“Remember what I said, Rebecca. I will always take care of you.”
Her heart raced as he dropped to his knees behind her, and when she felt his warm lips on her
cheek, her body quaked.
“Such a pretty, pretty ass,” he murmured, desire making his voice husky.
Oh God...
He slid a hand to her pussy, dipped into her liquid heat, the trailed it over her back opening. She
remained still, curious and frightened as he teased a finger inside. It felt strange, uncomfortable, but
the truth was she wanted this, wanted him to take her in a way no man had ever taken her before.
“Widen your legs.” She did as he requested, and stood there bared to him looking out over the
water as he prepared her ass, pushing one, then two fingers past her ringed passage. When she
tightened he rubbed her clit, and said, “Relax for me. Let me take care of you.”
She exhaled slowly and let him stretch her. He stood back up, and slid his hand around her waist.
He put his mouth near her ear and said, “Get down on your hands and knees.”
Breathing labored, she dropped to the towel, wondering how she’d ever accommodate his huge
cock, but trusting in Quinn enough to know he’d never hurt her.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “Your ass is just craving to be fucked.”
She listened to the hiss of his zipper, then he dropped down behind her. He opened the basket and
pulled out a tube of lube. He squirted it into his hand, and then coated her puckered rosette.
The liquid felt cool at first, but then began warming. He worked his fingers back into her ass, and
his growl of longing curled around her. Her nipples tightened, and when she relaxed into his touch she
could feel her body opening.
“That’s it, Rebecca. That’s it exactly.”
A quake moved through her, her body responding to the pleasure in his voice.
He removed his fingers and she could feel his crown breach her opening. He moved slowly,
offering her only an inch at a time and allowing her to get used to the feeling before going deeper.
Pain and pleasure hit at the same time, and when he drove deeper, stretching her unnaturally, her body
clenched.
“Easy,” he said, running his hands along her back, his soft whisper covering her like a blanket.
She breathed slowly, wanting this, wanting to make this good for him. Quinn reached around and
rubbed her clit, as he pushed deeper. Feeling like he was ripping her, she gasped, and even though she
knew she could put a stop to this, use her safe word if she wanted to, she clamped her mouth shut and
let him take full possession of her.
She relaxed again, her muscles loosening. “That’s a girl.” He stroked her back gently. “You’re
doing so good, Rebecca. I wish you could see the way my cock is sliding into your ass. You are so
sexy, so beautiful like this.” He jerked his hips and they both groaned. “Look at that, I’m almost all
the way inside you now.”
His words, and the pleasure she heard behind them, was all the encouragement she needed. She
pushed back against him, taking him the rest of the way into her body.
“Fuck,” he bit out.
Rebecca began panting and he stayed still inside her for a long time. Sunlight spilled over their
bodies, until hunger consumed her. She needed him to fuck her, to come inside her and claim her like
this.
She moved her body to let him know she was ready. Quinn gripped her hips, and began moving.
Slowly at first, then quicker, lust getting the better of him. He bent over her and rubbed her clit,
taking her on the journey to ecstasy right along with him. Everything in what they were doing was
highly erotic, deeply intimate, bringing them closer and closer together.
Pressure began brewing in her body, her orgasm approaching rapidly.
“You are mine and mine alone,” Quinn said.
“Yes, Quinn,” she said, tension growing in her body. “I am yours to take.”
“Now come for me.”
She gripped the beach towel beneath her, squeezing the cotton as she climaxed. Her cries carried
in the breeze and when Quinn let go, releasing himself in her ass, emotions brought tears to her eyes.
He collapsed onto her back, and wrapped his hands around her waist to hold her tight. He
remained inside her until his cock grew flaccid, then he pulled out. He dropped beside her and pulled
her down, holding her head against his chest. She stayed there, listening to the pounding of his heart,
and knew there was no place she’d rather be, no man she’d rather be with.
You are mine and mine alone.
As she thought about what he said, she wondered if he meant it, or was that just something a Dom
said as his passion peaked.
Quinn climbed to his feet and pulled her up with him. “How about a swim?” When she caught the
tenderness in his eyes, it had her wondering if it was it possible that he’d want to continue with this
relationship when they returned home. Then again, what if this weekend was it, and when they
returned home they’d both go back to their lives?
Her stomach tightened because she had no idea how she could go back to dating nice, kind men,
who had no idea what she wanted in a relationship. She pushed that disheartening thought aside and
decided now was not the time to dwell on it. Now was the time to enjoy Quinn, and this island, and
forget about reality for awhile.
“I’d love to,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t sound as shaky as her insides.
The rest of the day and night was spent in each other’s arms, and they woke to a glorious Sunday
where they played in the surf and made love beneath the sun. Before she realized it, Sunday night was
upon them, and it was time to head back to reality.
After their last lovemaking session a little over an hour ago, Quinn had instructed her to go to her
room to pack. Dressed in a pantsuit not
at all unlike the one she’d arrived in, and leaving the clothes
behind that Quinn had purchased for her, her heart felt heavy as she sealed her suitcase. She
swallowed the knot in her throat, her gut warning that this could very well be the last she was going to
see of Quinn, considering he hadn’t made mention of seeing her or continuing with their relationship
when they left this idyllic island behind.
A knock came on her door and she hurried to it, but disappointment settled in her stomach when
she found Michael there to collect her.
“Mr. Montgomery is ready to escort you back home.”
She followed him to the plane, and took her seat in the back as Quinn, who was once again dressed
in his flight suit, flew her back home. She sat quietly, and while she tried to catch his attention, he
kept his eyes forward and his focus on the controls. A long time later they landed, and she tried not to
appear as apprehensive as she felt when he opened her door to help her from the plane. His crew came
to greet him and tend to the plane. He spoke to them as she stood there waiting for instructions,
waiting to see what came next but her heart fell into her stomach when he asked, “Do you have a
ride?”
“I left my car in underground parking.”
“Very well.” He gave a curt nod. “Have a safe drive home, Ms. Andrews.”
Swallowing against the tightness in her throat, and hating that things were ending this way, she
made her way to her car. Blurry eyed, she drove the short trip home, and once inside her condo, she
collapsed on her bed, exhaustion and heartache pulling at her as she fell into a fitful sleep.
Before she realized it, her alarm went off, and after hitting the snooze button, she climbed from
her bed in need of coffee. As she walked to her closet to pull on her robe, she wondered what she’d
wear to work, suddenly hating her entire wardrobe, hating that she had to make the choice each and
every morning. Moving numbly and trying not to think of Quinn, she walked to the kitchen in
desperate need of coffee, but the knock on her door startled her.
She hurried to it, hoping to find Quinn on the other side, but terrified that she wouldn’t. She
pulled it open and found a courier standing there, a beautifully wrapped gift box in his hand.
“Please sign here,” he said, looking rather bored.
