Quantum Series Boxed Set: Books 1-7

by Force, Marie

  My head is down, as instructed, so I see his feet first. Have I ever noticed before how big they are? The thought nearly makes me laugh, and my ass tingles at the thought of the punishment I might receive for laughing right now.

  “You look lovely, sweetheart.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Are you nervous, Natalie?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Are you lying?”

  “No, Sir.”

  His low chuckle makes me smile, but I don’t let him see that. I feel his hand stroking my hair and then his finger on my shoulder, his touch so light I barely feel it, but it sets me on fire nonetheless. I shudder and try to maintain my position until he tells me what he wants.

  “Are you aroused, Natalie?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you remember your safe word?”

  “Fluff, Sir. As well as yellow to slow down and red to stop.”

  “Very good. Sit up taller now and look at me.”

  I do as he asks, and that’s when I see he’s naked and fully aroused. My mouth waters at the sight of his beautiful body, hard and strong and ready for me.

  He takes me by the chin to tilt my face up more and studies my eyes. “They’re lovely, Natalie. Thank you for letting me see them.”

  “You’re welcome, Sir.”

  “Stroke me, Natalie. Use your hand and mouth.”

  I’m thrilled to get my hands on him, to make him feel as good as he makes me feel every time he touches me. I stroke him the way he’s taught me to, aggressively, keeping my hand wrapped tightly around him. Then I take the wide head into my mouth and suck while I lash him with my tongue.

  “Yes,” he says on a hiss, “like that. Just like that.”

  Knowing I’m pleasing him is the greatest thrill I’ve ever experienced, a natural high. I open my mouth wider and let him slide in deeper, controlling my gag reflex to let him into my throat.

  “Swallow,” he says harshly, his hands pulling tightly on my hair.

  I swallow twice, making him groan. Then he withdraws so quickly, I nearly topple over.

  Flynn catches me and helps me up.

  “Why did you stop?”

  “You don’t ask questions when we’re playing, sweetheart. You can ask them later, but not now.”

  “Do I get punished for asking?”

  “Do you want to be punished?”

  I shrug as I look up at him, going for the picture of innocence.

  Growling, he turns me to face the bed. “Bend over, sweetheart, and put your elbows on the mattress.”

  I prop myself on my elbows and drop my head, waiting, tingling...

  His hand on my bottom makes me gasp. My every nerve ending hovers at the surface of my skin, electrifying me. He squeezes and strokes my cheeks, spreading them and testing the wetness between them where he discovers the impact this is having on me.

  “Talk to me, Nat. How’re you feeling?”

  “Hot.”

  “Do you want me to turn the fan on?”

  “Not that kind of hot.”

  His fingers slide into me from behind. “This kind?”

  “Yes. Sir.” Something buzzes an instant before it connects with my most sensitive place. It takes me right to the edge of ecstasy.

  “Don’t come, Nat. Your orgasm belongs to me and only me.”

  God… I grit my teeth, trying to hold back as the vibrating thing connects again. It feels… I don’t have the words. “Flynn…”

  His hand cracks against my bottom.

  When it becomes too heavy to hold up any longer, I drop my head to my hands as the flash of pain turns to heat that spreads through me like wildfire.

  “What do you call me here?”

  “Sir. I call you Sir.”

  “Four more spanks to help you remember my name. Are you ready?”

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  “What’s your safe word?”

  “Fluff.”

  “Do you need it?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He bends over me to drag his lips down my backbone. “You’re doing great, Nat. I’m so proud of you.” To punctuate his words, his hand comes down on my bottom, in the same spot as before, and the flash of pain makes me gasp. Then he switches sides for the next two before returning to the original spot for the fifth one.

  His hard penis is wedged between my cheeks as he squeezes and strokes them.

  I’m dying for him. I want him inside me, thrusting and driving me to the orgasm I crave. His fingers again slide through the dampness between my legs. “Tell me what you want, Natalie.”

  “You. I want you.”

  “How do you want me?”

  “Inside me. I need to come.”

  “Will you always tell me what you want?”

  “Yes.” He pinches my clit but doesn’t give me permission to come. It takes all my concentration to hold back the orgasm that’s trying to break free. I’m lost in the moment, in the sea of sensation, carried away by desire.

  His hands are on my hips when he pushes into me, giving me all of him in one deep stroke that makes me burn as I stretch to accommodate him. He reaches around and applies the vibrating thing to my clit again while holding perfectly still inside me.

  I’m going to die from the need to let go of the pressure that’s building. I’ve never felt this sort of desperate need for fulfillment before. I’m grasping the comforter so tightly, my hands have begun to ache. Then he suddenly withdraws, and I collapse onto the bed, my entire body pulsating.

  “Turn over, sweetheart. I want to see your face.”

  He helps me to turn over, brushing my hair back from my face. “Hi,” he says.

  “Hi.”

  “How’re you doing?”

  “I’d be better if you’d let me come. Sir.”

  When he smiles, his eyes twinkle. I like the way happiness looks on him. He holds up his hand where I see something attached to his index finger. “What do you think of my little friend here?”

  “I’d like him better if he’d let me come. Sir.”

  “Are you looking for some more punishment, my love?”

  “Perhaps I am.”

  “Are you enjoying this?”

  “Define enjoying.”

  “I’ve never loved you more than I do right now, Natalie. Seeing you willing to try, enjoying yourself so much…”

  “Now you want to talk, when you’ve got me ready to explode?”

  “Patience, my love.” He begins to kiss my belly, paying attention to each of my ribs. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” Continuing down, he nibbles on my hipbone, all the while dragging his fingers lightly over my abdomen.

  What should tickle doesn’t. It only takes my arousal to yet another level. I squirm on the bed, trying to get closer to him.

  “Stay still, sweetheart, and spread your legs.”

  I ease my feet apart.

  “More. I want them as wide as they’ll go.” He looks down to watch and his eyes go wide. “You shaved…”

  “Yes. Sir. Does that please you?”

  “You’re not asking questions, remember?”

  Moaning, I let my head fall back to the bed.

  “Put your arms over your head.”

  I raise both arms and lay them on the bed behind me.

  He stands and drags his gaze from my face to my breasts and below. “Your pussy is so wet, it’s dripping.” His finger moves over my inner thigh, and that’s when I realize it’s wet, too.

  I’m mortified and close my eyes so he can’t see that.

  “No,” he says. “You’ll never be embarrassed by the desire you feel for me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Say it. Say I’ll never be ashamed by the desire I feel for my husband.”

  “I-I’ll never be ashamed of the desire I feel for my husband.”

  “Or my Dom.”

  “Or my Dom.”

  “Put your hands under your knees and hold them open for me.”


  My hands are sweaty and trembling as I grasp my legs.

  He bends over me, touching me only with his tongue, lapping up the wetness but avoiding the one place I need him most.

  “What do you want, sweetheart?”

  “You. Inside me. Please.” I roll my hips higher, trying to get him to focus.

  He takes advantage of the opportunity to spank me, reminding me again of who’s in charge. Then he’s back inside me and the vibrator is on my clit, the combination taking me up again so quickly I can’t seem to get air to my lungs.

  “Come, Natalie.” As he says the word, he pinches my clit, and I come, screaming and thrashing as he continues to press into me, withdrawing and driving in again until he’s coming, too.

  I release my legs because I can’t hold them any longer. My thighs are quivering, and every inch of my body is vibrating.

  Flynn holds me close, kissing me everywhere he can reach. “Shhh, sweetheart.”

  He kisses my face, and I feel dampness. My tears.

  “It’s okay. I’ll never forget the expression on your face when you came undone. You were so beautiful.”

  “I-I… It was…”

  He frames my face and uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears. “Tell me.”

  “Incredible.”

  “Your favorite word to describe me. I like that.”

  I bite my lip and nod. “It fits.”

  Flynn turns on his side, taking me with him, our bodies still joined. He keeps his arms around me, stroking my hair and rubbing my back. “Are you okay?”

  I nod.

  “I need words, Nat.”

  “I’m good. Great, in fact.”

  “So you liked what we did?”

  “You couldn’t tell?”

  “Yes,” he says, laughing, “I could tell, but I want you to say the words. This is no place for virtuousness.”

  “Virtuous. That’s the word Leah used to describe me because I wasn’t willing to have sex with just anyone.”

  “She didn’t know why.”

  “No. She didn’t know I was waiting for you.”

  “Nat… You’re so sweet and so sexy. The way you looked on your knees waiting for me… God, that was hot. I’ll never forget it.”

  “Why did you make me wait so long?”

  “Anticipation makes everything more intense.”

  “I wondered if that was why.”

  “By thinking about it all day, we were both on the razor’s edge before we stepped foot in here.” He kisses my forehead and continues to stroke my hair. He’s in full caretaker mode now. “You were going to tell me if you liked what we did.”

  “I loved it. I loved turning over control of my pleasure to you and knowing you’d make it great for me.”

  “I’ll always make it great for you. You can count on that.”

  “Tell me the truth about something.”

  “Anything.”

  “Did you go easy on me tonight?”

  “Easy?”

  “You know what I’m asking, Flynn.”

  “I told you we’d start slowly.”

  “And it was good for you, too?”

  “Walking in here and seeing you in position… I’ll never forget my first sight of you submitting to me so willingly and perfectly. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. Christ, Nat, if it’d been any better, I might’ve died from the pleasure.”

  “Please don’t do that. I need you here with me.”

  “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

  Chapter 9

  Before we leave the apartment in the morning, I prepare a text that I plan to send to Natalie while we’re in the car on the way to Teterboro.

  When the plane reaches cruising altitude, get up from your seat and go into the bedroom. Remove all your clothes and get on the bed facedown. I want two pillows propped under your hips so your luscious ass is the first thing I see when I walk in the door. Present that ass to me to do with as I please.

  Holy shit, if writing the text makes me this hard, what will it feel like to walk into the bedroom on the plane to see her posed for me? While this is very new to Natalie, it’s new to me to be doing it with someone I love as much as I do her. The love makes it much more intense and exciting than it’s ever been before.

  All morning, I’ve thought about how she looked on her knees for me last night, how sweetly submissive she’d been. I’d been on the lookout for any signs of trouble in the form of flashbacks or triggers, but there’d been nothing but pleasure. She’d loved it.

  We woke wrapped up in each other, and I made slow, lazy love to my gorgeous wife, delaying my own pleasure until she’d come twice. She probably thinks we’re done for the time being after that. I can’t wait to see her reaction to my text.

  When we’re packed up and ready to go, I alert the security detail. They pick us up in my garage a short time later and whisk us away in a black SUV with tinted windows. I much prefer to drive myself, but the upside of being driven is I get to snuggle with my wife in the backseat. The window between the front and backseats is closed, giving us some privacy.

  Fluff is wedged between us, snoring like a buzz saw as usual.

  “It feels like I’m really leaving this time,” Natalie says when we’re on the Hudson Parkway headed for the George Washington Bridge. The traffic is heavy but moving.

  “How do you mean?”

  “Last time I left New York, there was still a possibility I might come back to school and my apartment.”

  “We can send movers to your apartment to get the last of your stuff.”

  “That would be good.”

  “Did you send the email to Mr. Poole?”

  She nods. “This morning. He wrote back pretty quickly, thanking me for letting them know and offering me a severance package that includes the salary I would’ve made if I’d finished out my contract.”

  “That’s fantastic, sweetheart. That’s the least of what they owe you.”

  “I guess.”

  “You’re not happy about it?”

  “It just feels weird to take all that money for not doing my job.”

  “Natalie, what Mrs. Heffernan did to you was wrong. It was borderline illegal, and the board knows that. If we chose to sue them, they could potentially be on the hook for millions. Buying out your contract is more than fair. In fact, it was the very least they could do.”

  “The upside is I’ll be able to pay off my student loans myself, which is important to me.”

  “Ummm, about that…”

  She spins in her seat to look at me, disturbing Fluff, who lets out a grunt of annoyance. “What?”

  “I, um… You’re going to be mad.”

  “Did you pay off my loans?”

  “I, well… Yes, I did.”

  “Flynn! I told you I didn’t want you to do that!”

  “I know, honey, and I only did it so you wouldn’t worry about it. You lost your job. How were you going to make the payments?”

  “I would’ve figured something out. Eventually.”

  “In the meantime, you would’ve missed payments and your credit would be affected. I didn’t want that for you.”

  “So you went behind my back and did something I specifically asked you not to do?”

  “I took care of my wife.”

  “I agreed to be submissive to you in the bedroom, but only in the bedroom.”

  “You think that’s what this is? Me dominating you?”

  “That’s how it seems to me.”

  “Well, it’s not. It’s me taking care of you.”

  “It’s you doing something I told you not to do.”

  “Put yourself in my place, Nat. If I’m stressing out about something you can easily fix, what would you do?”

  “I’d respect your wishes.”

  “Well, sorry to be such a bastard that I couldn’t stand to see you upset about something I could fix for you with a phone call.”

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��m going to reimburse you.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “Yes, I am!”

  “If you think I’m going to take your money, you’re crazy.”

  “But I’m expected to take yours like the dutiful little wife?”

  “Now you’re just trying to piss me off.”

  “Good, then we’re both pissed off.”

  As much as I wish I hadn’t made her mad, I love that she feels free to say anything she wants to me. I love that she’s mad at me. I’m far more accustomed to women who go out of their way to please me rather than challenge me and risk losing my affection. None of them ever figured out that all I really wanted was for them to be real with me. With Natalie, it’s as real as it gets. And she’s furious with me. I can tell by the rigid set to her shoulders as she stares out the passenger-side window.

  I reach for her hand. “I’m sorry, Nat.”

  She pulls her hand free. “No, you’re not.”

  She’s so cute when she’s pissed. “I’m honestly sorry that I did something you told me not to do and that it upset you.”

  “Save it. You’re just sorry you got caught.”

  I decide this would be the perfect time to send the text I’ve drafted. I press Send and wait for the chime of her phone.

  She pulls it from her pocket, reads the text and then looks at me, incredulous. “Are you for real right now?”

  “As real as it gets. You know how to say no. If I don’t hear the word, I expect you to follow my instructions.” I lean in close so I can see her green eyes, so different from what I’m used to but still my Nat. “To. The. Letter.”

  She shakes her head and resumes giving me the cold shoulder as she stares out the window. In this case, silence is golden. She doesn’t say the word that would put a stop to my plans before they get started.

  I flatten my palm over my coat pocket, where I’ve zipped the items I brought from my stash in New York. She has no idea what she’s in for on this flight.

  He’s crazy if he thinks I’m going to have sex with him after finding out he went against my wishes and paid off my loans. I’m appreciative of his desire to care for me and take away my worries. He’s incredibly generous and thoughtful. But it worries me that he thinks it’s okay to do something I specifically asked him not to do—without even talking to me about it first.