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I pulled away. “Let’s wait until we get home.”

The look on his face was hard to read. Was he pissed? Planning a punishment because I held him off?

But he simply nodded and opened my door for me. I got in and he went around to the other side and got behind the wheel. Before I could ask him more about his feelings about what just happened, he asked, “Do you mind if we stop at a hardware store on the way back to your house?”

I giggled. “You mean Dom Depot?”

“
That’s exactly what I mean,” he answered with a gleam in his eye.

“
Sounds good.”

Fifteen minutes later, as we strolled through the hardware store, I tried to figure out just why he was buying some of the items he tossed in our cart.

“
What are you going to do with that?” I asked about several long pieces of PVC pipe and a few shorter ones.

“
You’ll see,” was all I could get out of him.

In the end we had a cart full of rope, twine, pipe, and a headlamp.

After we made our purchase and got back into the car, I asked, “What in the world are you going to do with that headlamp? If you put that thing on your head, you’ll look like a mole!” I laughed, trying not to let him see my concern. I kept picturing him putting that thing on his head and inspecting my pussy under the covers with that awful, intense light.

He gave me a funny look. “I need it for working on something up under my deck. It’s too dark to see up under there. I never seem to remember it when I’m at the store at home so when I saw it, I just thought I’d grab one. But thanks for the idea.”

My heart skipped a beat. Great. He’d seen through my nervous laughter and I’d given him one more way to torture me.

When we got home, we hadn’t been inside a minute when Quentin pinned me against the wall and claimed me. Not even waiting for me to get undressed, he ripped my panties off and tossed them aside. He unzipped his fly and freed his cock.

“
You feel how hard I am for you, Sophie?” he crooned in my ear.

“
Yes, Sir.” I whimpered and he pierced me.

At first I wasn’t ready for him, and it hurt when he pushed more than the head in.

“
Give it to me, girl. Give me that pussy.” He fondled my breast then twisted my nipple the way he knew I liked.

“
Yes, Sir.” I surrendered and his cock stirred up my juices. I accepted him without reservation and he rewarded me for it, wringing three orgasms from me in a row. By the time he came, my legs were too wobbly to be trusted to carry my weight.

When he was done, he zipped up his fly and carried me to my bed.

“
Take a nap if you want, pet. I’ll work on my project.”

It seemed ridiculous that I was tired just from a few orgasms, but I was. I’d probably used up a lot of nervous energy stressing about Quentin coming for this visit. In the way they say that some happy events, like marriage or having a baby, are stressors. That’s probably what it was, I’d taxed my body with too much stress.

So I fell asleep dreaming of what Quentin could possibly be up to.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“
O Come All Ye Faithful.” The richly textured baritone that filled my ears belonged to my impeccably dressed Master standing next to me, sharing his hymnal.

The past four days had been a whirlwind of last minute holiday errands during the day, festive parties at night, and incredibly intimate encounters in the wee hours of the morning culminating in a Christmas Eve celebration with my parents. When I mentioned to Quentin that our family tradition was to attend late-night church services on Christmas Eve, I expected him to balk. Instead he easily put on his suit and went without a moment’s grumbling.

I’d never heard him talk about religion so I assumed he was agnostic, but when I asked he gave me a somewhat sad smile. “Lapsed Believer.”

“
Lapsed? Meaning you used to go to church but now you don’t or meaning you used to believe but now you don’t?”

“
Yes.” He grinned and tucked my hand in the crook of his elbow as he led me into the church where we sat next to my parents. Earlier that evening he’d survived dinner with my mother and father, and now he was singing next to me with the voice of an angel.

As we knelt on the kneeling rail for prayers, my father looked behind my mother and gave me the sort of nod in Quentin’s general direction that let me know he liked him. He might as well have given me a thumbs up.

Bunny hadn’t weighed in yet, but I had faith that if he hadn’t won my mother over already, he would soon.

During the sermon, my thoughts wandered to Quentin’s and my relationship. The relationship was expanding. At the beginning Quentin had only functioned as a Dominant with me, orchestrating scenes, running them through with me, then creating more scenes. Now he was functioning as a boyfriend or a partner in parts of life that he wasn’t able to orchestrate. I knew that was out of his comfort zone. He liked to have control. Needed it in some ways.

Having him here, functioning in my world where everything was out of his control, was an unusual situation. A few minutes later, I found out how he intended to get back that control.

After the service, Quentin hissed in my ear, “Tell your parents we’ll see them tomorrow. I can’t wait to get you home and make you earn your pleasure, my dear.” He punctuated his words with a nip of his teeth. I flinched, but kept a smile plastered on my face. We were in public after all.

I hugged my mother and father. “We’ll see you around noon tomorrow for brunch.”

My father shook Quentin’s hand and clapped him on the shoulder. “Good of you to come, Quentin. Good of you to come.” I hoped Quentin wouldn’t mind my father’s “good-ole-boy” treatment.

Fortunately he didn’t seem to and he enveloped my mother in a hug. “Now, Quentin, you must promise to come to the opera with us while you’re here,” Bunny cooed.

He looked at her with interest, but I interjected quickly to save him from being put on the spot. “Mom, we have a lot of things planned to do while he’s here. I don’t know if we can do opera, too.”

Bunny put on one of her injured looks. “But I just thought, him being a musician and all…I just thought he might like it, that’s all, Sophie.”

Oh brother. Bunny was such a piece of work.

As if on cue, Quentin responded, “I’d love to come, Bunny.” Then he gave me a pointed look. “That is if our schedule allows. I’ll have to let Sophie handle the planning.”

I saw what he did there—made nice with my mother while subtly giving the power back to me. Damn, he was good.

“
I guess that will be fine,” Bunny said because there was nothing else she could say. She hugged me and we all said our goodbyes, promising to see each other the next day for further Christmas celebration.

In the car on the way home, I complained, “And did you see how she tried to manipulate you into going to the opera with her? She just wants to show off her daughter’s boyfriend, the composer. I can’t believe her.”

“
She’s not as bad as all that.”

“
What? What do you mean she’s not that bad? She’s horrible. Snobby. Pretentious—”

“
Yes, and when she’s gone you’ll miss even those things about her.”

My blood seemed to freeze in my veins. “Oh Quentin, I’m sorry.” I wished I could crawl underneath the carpet of the car. “I didn’t mean—I-I wasn’t thinking.”

He laid a hand on my leg while he drove. “It’s all right, Sophie. You’re allowed to be mad at your mom. So your mom can be manipulative, intrusive, and I’m sure a number of other things. But relationships with family are like that. You have to learn to accept the person for who they are. She’s not who you want her to be, and she’s never going to be. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can move forward in your relationship with her.”

His words hit hard. He was right, of course. But what he was suggesting was easier said than done.

“
Where did you come up with that?”

“
I’ve lived a lot longer than you.”

“
Only eight years.”

“
Really? It feels a helluva lot longer.”

I bristled. “You mean I seem naive to you?”

He turned to look at me. “No. I mean that I feel like I’m about seventy years old sometimes.”

That was weird. I looked at him funny. “What?”

He gave me a wan smile and shook his head. “Nothing. When we get home I’m going to try out my new project with you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

“
Are you sure you want to do this on Christmas Eve? It’s kinda late…” I yawned. He would be staying with me for another whole week. Surely his new project could wait.

“
But this is what I want for Christmas. This is what I want from you.” One look at his face and I knew I wouldn’t deny him anything.

“
What?”

“
Your submission. You giving yourself to me to do with as I want.”

I sighed. “All right.” When he put it that way, I couldn’t resist. I’d bought him one of those watch phones, but it seemed like he might like this better.

“
The first thing I need you to do is undress while I get things set up.”

“
Yes, Sir.” I went to my bathroom and stripped off my clothes. As I pulled a brush through my hair, I thought about how much money I saved not having to buy lingerie. It would have been completely wasted on this man. While I was in there I brushed my teeth. Fresh breath was always a plus. When I came out a few minutes later, I saw an interesting contraption in the middle of my living room floor.

“
Did you make sure the front door is locked?”

“
Yes, I did.” He knew that I was paranoid because last year my ex-husband walked in on me doing filthy things to myself while watching a porn video and doing things that Quentin, as my online Dom, had commanded. It was the single most embarrassing moment in my life. I’d changed the locks since then, but I was much more careful these days about maintaining my privacy.

I approached Quentin and he grabbed me by the back of the neck and captured my mouth with his. I melted into his arms and realized I’d let him do anything he wanted to me.

When he released me, he asked me to hold my arms out in front of me, so I did. Picking up a large coil of silky white rope, he neatly bound my wrists together. Then he asked me to come to the sofa and bend over it. I walked over slowly, suspiciously, and he pulled out a shiny metal gadget shaped like a “J” with a ball on one end of it and a hole in the other end.

“
What is that for?” I felt panic rising in my throat, but I squashed it down, telling myself I could trust Quentin, that he had my best interests at heart. Always.

“
It’s an anal hook. Now bend over.”

There went the panic again. “You’re not going to hang me by my butt are you? That sounds dangerous!”

“
Calm down, pet. No, I’m not going to hang you by it. But I am going to use it on you, so bend over.” With that he gave me a hard swat on the bottom.

“
Okay, okay. Sorry, Sir.” And I leaned over. Before I had time to fret over it any further, I heard the glub of the bottle of lube and felt the icy wet slurp of a big wet thing at my nether entrance.

“
Relax. It’s going to be okay, I promise.” His words did help me relax, pouring most of my weight onto the couch. Until he pressed that evil round thing inside my ass. Oh holy shit that hurt.

“
Ow! Ow! Ooow! Oooow!”

I squirmed and started to fight, but he stopped me with a hard swat to the rear.

“
Ouch!” I complained again, but I held still.

“
You have a hook in your ass now, girlie! Unless you want to hurt yourself, I’d be still if I were you.”

I was silent for a minute, then I begrudgingly said, “Yes, Sir.” But I didn’t apologize. My bottom was still feeling the brunt of that invasion and I wasn’t happy.

“
Stay still and I mean it. This will only get worse for you if you do not cooperate. You know I mean business, don’t you?”

I sighed heavily. “Yes, Sir.” So I stayed in one place and let him do whatever all he was doing back there. I could tell it had to do with rope.

A few minutes later he said I could stand up. I did, the muscles in my rear tightening around that strange little ball inside my anus.

“
Keep that hook in there.”

I nodded, forgetting to say, “Yes, Sir,” but he let it slide. Probably because he was distracted with setting up his scene. Quentin was truly in his element when he was prepping for a scene. Or during a scene for that matter. Even afterward he was good. I swooned inside—he was just an overall great Dom and I felt a surge of happiness. I was lucky to have him.

“
Hold this between your teeth.” He placed a length of rope in my open mouth and I bit down on it.