“Yes, if you don’t like what is happening, all you have to do is say that one word and I’ll stop.”
She angled her head to see him and when she opened her mouth, like she was about to speak the word that would put an end to her initiation into the BDSM world before he even began, he warned, “Be careful, Rebecca. Only use it when you really mean it, only when something is happening that you don’t want. But you can be assured that I plan to give you everything you want.”
A noise caught in her throat and he sensed her mounting desire when she shifted her hips, pushing up against him. The movement was slight, but it was a clear sign that she wanted this to happen every bit as much as he did.
He cupped her ass, sliding the silk material over her lush contours, and she hissed in response to his soft seduction, which was about to turn a little rough and forceful, the way she needed it.
“Now, about this punishment…”
When her knees seemed to give, he anchored her to his body and walked her to the table. He sank down into one of the chairs and her dark lashes blinked rapidly over expressive blue eyes, her hair falling seductively over her shoulders as she stood there staring at him. Quinn couldn’t help but smile at her compliance, at how fast she was catching on. It takes a very strong woman to submit, and an even stronger one to do it so quickly.
He lifted her dress to expose her sex, his smile widening. “Such a pretty pussy.” He reached out and stroked her satiny lips, a growl rising in his throat. “Shaved so nicely. Just the way I like it.” His glance met hers. “It’s almost like you knew.”
As delight danced in her eyes at his praise, he gripped her hips, laid her across his lap, and took full control of her body as he prepared to divvy out equal amounts of pain and pleasure. He lifted her dress to expose her perfect backside, and oddly enough passion and possession moved through his blood, because there was something very profound, very moving in knowing that Rebecca was trusting him so honestly and openly, gifting him with her body in a way she’d never given it to another.
He drew in air to center himself, because there was no denying that he’d dreamt about this moment for a long time, no denying that there was something about this woman that had the ability to breathe new life into him.
It was all he could do to keep his hands from shaking when he caressed her lightly, then lifted his hand to give her creamy skin a good hard whack.
She squealed, and he pressed a hand to her back to still her.
“Oh. My. God,” she cried out.
He smacked her again, the bright red outline of his palm on her ass filling him with a new kind of hunger. He widened her legs, and when the sweet scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, he clenched down hard. He slipped his hand between her creamy thighs and she move against him, her actions so telling. She needed release. She needed him.
“Next time,” he said, coming perilously close to her clit, but never touching. “I expect you to do exactly as instructed.”
“Yes,” she cried out, grinding her pussy on his thigh.
He widened her pretty pink lips, and he could feel the impatience thrumming inside her. Her clit was so swollen and ready, and with just the right about of pressure he knew he could get her off. But disobedience was never rewarded, and that would be her first lesson.
She writhed, but he pulled his hand away from her cunt. “Bad girls are punished, not rewarded.”
“Quinn…”
“Yes?” he asked, sliding his hand to her ass to give her another hard slap.
A cry lodged in her throat as the sound carried in the breeze. “I need you to touch me. I’m so close. Put your fingers inside me. Now,” she demanded.
He exhaled slowly. “You don’t get to make decisions or demands, Rebecca. Have you already forgotten that I’m in charge of you and I’ll decide when you come?”
Hot and wet, her liquid heat glistened in the sun as her pretty pink pussy cried out for his attention. As much as he wanted to put a finger inside her, to stroke deep and bring her to orgasm, it wasn’t part of his training. He removed his hands from her body, leaving her aching for more.
Ignoring her cries of protest, he lifted her from his lap. With her hair in disarray, and her dress gathered around her hips, she stood before him, her chest heaving, her mouth opening and closing in gasping fits. She flicked him a glance, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and frustration as she stood there, like she was waiting further instructions.
Good girl.
He studied her for a long time, then said, “Fix yourself.”
She obliged and when Ester came out with their food, Quinn stood and pulled a chair out for Rebecca. He leaned into her and whispered, “Please sit and enjoy this lovely food that Ester has once again prepared for us.”
Looking mortified, Rebecca glanced at the food, then averted her gaze. “I…I have to go.”