He stroked harder, applied more pressure, and her body began tingling, every nerve quivering and on fire. She breathed against the blinding pressure, letting it build higher and higher until she hovered on the precipice. Heat whipped through her and her thoughts fragmented. He leaned over her and drew a nipple in his mouth, the wet heat of his tongue magnificent on her flesh. He sucked hard, and she stifled a cry when he bit down. As she hovered on the brink of orgasm, barely a shred of sanity left, his gaze met hers.
“Come for me,” he whispered, and just like that she gave herself over to the pleasure. She cried out in relief, her pussy convulsing and clenching tightly around his fingers, holding them deep inside her body as her voice rose higher and higher. Waves of ecstasy lashed her body with the same ferocity as the waves crashing against the jagged rocks below. She gasped for breath, never having felt anything so powerful or amazing in her entire life. He held her as she trembled, wrapping her in his arms, and the possession she caught in his eyes when they moved over her face filled her with a new kind of need.
When her body stopped spasming, Quinn unzipped his pants, gripped her hips to pull her to the edge of the table, and without speaking, drove his cock all the way inside her. His nostrils flared and his fingers dug into her soft flesh as he pounded into her, fucking her like a man hell-bent on taking what was his. As he ravaged her, her heart raced, loving that he wanted her like this, with such passion and possession. He fucked harder and faster, like he couldn’t get deep enough, like he was seeking more than just release. It excited her, frightened her, made her feel wanted and cherished.
“You’re mine, Rebecca,” he growled.
“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.”
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?”