Feel the Heat: A Contemporary Romance Anthology (41 page)

Ester stepped from the shadows. “Please clear the table, Ester. Then you may take the rest of the night off to do as you please.”

“Your food, sir?” she asked.

“Chill it for later. There is only one thing I’m interested in feasting on right now.”

“Very well,” she said as Rebecca’s knees quivered in anticipation. With her breasts heavy and her pussy on display, she watched Ester removed the dishes and carry them back to the estate at the top of the hill.

Quinn adjusted his chair, positioning it at the table like he was preparing to eat a meal. “Lay yourself out for me.” He waved his hand over the wood. “Right here.”

Blood pumping madly, she shimmied on to the table and laid back, her pussy merely inches from his face as her legs dangled over the edge.

“Widen your legs and show me your cunt.”

She did as he commanded, and as she stared at the mosaic of stars in the night sky, she waited impatiently, waited for that first sweet touch of his tongue.

A finger moved over her slit. “Have you been this hot and wet for me all day?”

“Yes,” she answered.

She could feel his breath on her inner thighs, so hot and moist it was all she could do not to cry out. “You were a very good girl not to touch yourself. Your sweet cunt is mine to play with not yours. Understand?”

Desperate for him to play with it now, to lick, suck and fuck her, she murmured, “Yes.” Cream dripped down her leg, and she was sure if he didn’t soon touch her, she would go up in a burst of flame. She listened for him to speak, to do something, but silence hovered for a long time.

Seconds passed.

Minutes.

She waited for what felt like a lifetime.

And then it happened.

Like fire on her skin, his tongue swiped from the bottom to the top, and as heat bombarded her, she felt a soft quake in the center of her core. Glorious. So damn glorious. He licked her again, and she spasmed. God, she was close, already so damn close she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

He flicked the soft blade of his tongue over her clit and moaned in pleasure. “I’ve never tasted anything so sweet,” he said from deep between her legs. Passion raced through her and she shivered under his invasive touch.

He inserted a finger and just kept it there, not moving, not stroking, simply filling her with its girth. It was blissful torture designed to let her know he was in charge. Fueled by need she writhed and moaned in sheer frustration.

“Keep still, Rebecca and you are not to come until I tell you to.”

He put another finger inside her, and the fit was so snug, so deliciously tight all she wanted to do was move, force him to pump deep and bring her to climax.

“Such a lovely tight cunt,” he said, as he drew her clit into his mouth. “My cock is going to fill you so nicely.”

Yes…

He slowly, methodically began to move his fingers inside her, pressing, pushing, and building a powerful climax. How would she ever hang on? But she had to. He’d told her to.

She drew a shaky breath and stole a glance at the amazing man feasting on her. Honestly, until this moment, this man, she had no idea why her past relationships had all failed. But now she knew. She didn’t want an easy considerate lover, a man who let her control the play, take the reins. No. She wanted this. Domination. Total and utter surrender.

Oh God, she wanted this
…

His fingers stopped moving and he climbed to his feet. His dark, hungry glance met hers. “Fuck my fingers. Move your hips and fuck my fingers like a good girl.”

Rebecca gripped the sides of the table and started moving, meeting each thrust as he pumped into her and stroked her clit. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the points of pleasure, but then she opened them again, and tossed her head from side to side. Desperate to come, to give in to the sensations, her breath came in ragged bursts.

“What is it, Rebecca?”

“I’m going to come.”

“Not until I say so. You can hang on.”

“Quinn…please…”

“Don’t disobey me, Rebecca,” he warned.

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.”

Q
uinn 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?”

“A little.”

“If I’m ever too rough, you know you have a safe word, right?”

She shook her head. “I love how you took what you needed.”

He held her tight, his heart pounding with the understanding that he’d never felt so close to anyone before. “But I’ll never take without giving. Not with you, Rebecca.”

“I love that, too.” She went quiet for a moment, then asked, “How did you know, when I didn’t even know?”

“It was the way you shied away from me during proceeding. The sub in you sensed the Dom in me. I knew what you needed long before you did, and I wanted to be the man to give it to you, which is why I brought you here, and not to Freedom.”

“Oh,” she said. “You remember me from way back then.”

“I’ve never forgotten you, Rebecca.”

“I’ve never forgotten you either,” she admitted, then her eyes widened like she was remembering something else. “Wait, we didn’t use protection.”

“You’re on the pill.”

“How did you know?”

He smiled. “Because I took great pain in learning everything about you before I brought you here.” He touched her chin, and angled her face upward. “And don’t worry. I’m clean. I’m tested monthly.”

Her stomach took that moment to grumble and Quinn laughed. “Come on. Let’s get dried off and have some dinner and wine on the bedroom patio.”

Quinn wrapped her in a big fluffy towel, knowing the night breeze would be cool up here on the hill. He led her outside, and she took a seat, contentment written all over her. She glanced at the ocean, her eyes wide and full of new life.

“So beautiful.”

His heart missed a beat and he said truthfully, “There is no one else I’d rather be sharing this with.”

She looked at the towel and her eyes widened. She made a move to shed it. “Oh…”

He stopped her. “No. Tonight you will stay wrapped. It’s chilly, and I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable. In the heat of the day, you will be remain uncovered, but for now, keep this on.”

Something moved over her face, and his heart pinched.

“I love the way you take care of me,” she said quietly.

“Good, because I don’t ever plan to stop.”

She exhaled slowly, and he dropped a kiss onto her mouth. “I’ll go round us up some food and drink. Then once those needs are taken care of, I do plan to take you again.”

He turned and made a quick trip to the kitchen to reheat the food Ester had prepared for them earlier, then grabbed a bottle of wine.

When he went back to his bedroom and saw Rebecca sitting on his patio, like it was where she always belonged, he knew in an instant that he could never be with another. She was his sub, he was her Dom and he would spend his life taking care of her, and pleasing her.

* * *

R
ebecca woke
to the sound of waves splashing in the distance. She stretched out her sore limbs and smiled because it was a good sore. One that reminded her of all the deliciously naughty things she did with Quinn since arriving on this majestic island.

God, how could she have gotten so lucky, to be kidnapped and awakened sexually by this magnificent man who took such care in introducing her to the darker side of pleasure. She might not have made it to Freedom, but never had she felt so free.

“Good morning.”

She looked at Quinn, and was about to speak when he pulled her to him. He kissed her long and hard, then climbed over her, pinning her beneath him. Their tongues tangled as she widened her legs for him, granting him access to her body and heart.

When his cock found home, he pumped into her, their lovemaking hot and passionate and every bit as moving as it was the last time. Rebecca basked in the sensation, never wanting the feeling, or this wild weekend, to end. After lovemaking, they showered and Quinn took her to the beach where they nibbled on fresh fruit and delicious omelets made by Ester, who was now arranging towels and what looked like a picnic basket on the sand, close to the surf. As Rebecca sat across from him, stark naked, a warm breeze on her flesh, they talked quietly, but she didn’t miss the hunger in his eyes.

Before she realized it, she was in Quinn’s arms again. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

“You should probably do something about that.”

His eyes darkened as he led her to the towels that Ester had arranged for him. Once there he spun Rebecca around, his hands going to her breasts as he pushed up against her. She could feel his hard cock press against the small of her back, and feeling naughty, wanting a spanking, she wiggled up against him.

He slid his hand along her hips, then cupped her ass cheek. “If you’re going to tease me with your sweet ass, then I’ll have no choice but to take it.”

She gasped, remembering how he inserted a finger during their shower. Was he really planning on fucking her anally?

“Quinn…” she murmured nervously.

“Remember what I said, Rebecca. I will always take care of you.”

Her heart raced as he dropped to his knees behind her, and when she felt his warm lips on her cheek, her body quaked.

“Such a pretty, pretty ass,” he murmured, desire making his voice husky.

Oh God
…

He slid a hand to her pussy, dipped into her liquid heat, the trailed it over her back opening. She remained still, curious and frightened as he teased a finger inside. It felt strange, uncomfortable, but the truth was she wanted this, wanted him to take her in a way no man had ever taken her before.

“Widen your legs.” She did as he requested, and stood there bared to him looking out over the water as he prepared her ass, pushing one, then two fingers past her ringed passage. When she tightened he rubbed her clit, and said, “Relax for me. Let me take care of you.”

She exhaled slowly and let him stretch her. He stood back up, and slid his hand around her waist. He put his mouth near her ear and said, “Get down on your hands and knees.”

Breathing labored, she dropped to the towel, wondering how she’d ever accommodate his huge cock, but trusting in Quinn enough to know he’d never hurt her.

“
L
ook at you
,” he murmured. “Your ass is just craving to be fucked.”

She listened to the hiss of his zipper, then he dropped down behind her. He opened the basket and pulled out a tube of lube. He squirted it into his hand, and then coated her puckered rosette.

The liquid felt cool at first, but then began warming. He worked his fingers back into her ass, and his growl of longing curled around her. Her nipples tightened, and when she relaxed into his touch she could feel her body opening.

“That’s it, Rebecca. That’s it exactly.”

A quake moved through her, her body responding to the pleasure in his voice.

He removed his fingers and she could feel his crown breach her opening. He moved slowly, offering her only an inch at a time and allowing her to get used to the feeling before going deeper. Pain and pleasure hit at the same time, and when he drove deeper, stretching her unnaturally, her body clenched.

“Easy,” he said, running his hands along her back, his soft whisper covering her like a blanket.

She breathed slowly, wanting this, wanting to make this good for him. Quinn reached around and rubbed her clit, as he pushed deeper. Feeling like he was ripping her, she gasped, and even though she knew she could put a stop to this, use her safe word if she wanted to, she clamped her mouth shut and let him take full possession of her.

She relaxed again, her muscles loosening. “That’s a girl.” He stroked her back gently. “You’re doing so good, Rebecca. I wish you could see the way my cock is sliding into your ass. You are so sexy, so beautiful like this.” He jerked his hips and they both groaned. “Look at that, I’m almost all the way inside you now.”

His words, and the pleasure she heard behind them, was all the encouragement she needed. She pushed back against him, taking him the rest of the way into her body.

“Fuck,” he bit out.

Rebecca began panting and he stayed still inside her for a long time. Sunlight spilled over their bodies, until hunger consumed her. She needed him to fuck her, to come inside her and claim her like this.

She moved her body to let him know she was ready. Quinn gripped her hips, and began moving. Slowly at first, then quicker, lust getting the better of him. He bent over her and rubbed her clit, taking her on the journey to ecstasy right along with him. Everything in what they were doing was highly erotic, deeply intimate, bringing them closer and closer together.

Pressure began brewing in her body, her orgasm approaching rapidly.

“You are mine and mine alone,” Quinn said.

“Yes, Quinn,” she said, tension growing in her body. “I am yours to take.”

“Now come for me.”

She gripped the beach towel beneath her, squeezing the cotton as she climaxed. Her cries carried in the breeze and when Quinn let go, releasing himself in her ass, emotions brought tears to her eyes.

He collapsed onto her back, and wrapped his hands around her waist to hold her tight. He remained inside her until his cock grew flaccid, then he pulled out. He dropped beside her and pulled her down, holding her head against his chest. She stayed there, listening to the pounding of his heart, and knew there was no place she’d rather be, no man she’d rather be with.

You are mine and mine alone
.

As she thought about what he said, she wondered if he meant it, or was that just something a Dom said as his passion peaked.

Quinn climbed to his feet and pulled her up with him. “How about a swim?” When she caught the tenderness in his eyes, it had her wondering if it was it possible that he’d want to continue with this relationship when they returned home. Then again, what if this weekend was it, and when they returned home they’d both go back to their lives?

Her stomach tightened because she had no idea how she could go back to dating nice, kind men, who had no idea what she wanted in a relationship. She pushed that disheartening thought aside and decided now was not the time to dwell on it. Now was the time to enjoy Quinn, and this island, and forget about reality for awhile.

“I’d love to,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t sound as shaky as her insides.

The rest of the day and night was spent in each other’s arms, and they woke to a glorious Sunday where they played in the surf and made love beneath the sun. Before she realized it, Sunday night was upon them, and it was time to head back to reality.

After their last lovemaking session a little over an hour ago, Quinn had instructed her to go to her room to pack. Dressed in a pantsuit not at all unlike the one she’d arrived in, and leaving the clothes behind that Quinn had purchased for her, her heart felt heavy as she sealed her suitcase. She swallowed the knot in her throat, her gut warning that this could very well be the last she was going to see of Quinn, considering he hadn’t made mention of seeing her or continuing with their relationship when they left this idyllic island behind.

A knock came on her door and she hurried to it, but disappointment settled in her stomach when she found Michael there to collect her.

“Mr. Montgomery is ready to escort you back home.”

She followed him to the plane, and took her seat in the back as Quinn, who was once again dressed in his flight suit, flew her back home. She sat quietly, and while she tried to catch his attention, he kept his eyes forward and his focus on the controls. A long time later they landed, and she tried not to appear as apprehensive as she felt when he opened her door to help her from the plane. His crew came to greet him and tend to the plane. He spoke to them as she stood there waiting for instructions, waiting to see what came next but her heart fell into her stomach when he asked, “Do you have a ride?”