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.
"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.