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.
"Now hand them to me."
His deep voice made her toes curl as she passed them over and he brought them to his nose to inhale her scent before tucking them in his pocket. Holding her gaze, he called out for Ester, and when Rebecca made a move to cover herself, aware that his cook would see her naked, he gave a slow shake of his head to stop her, the cold warning in his eyes stilling her hands.
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."
Chapter 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?"