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.