“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.