Tame Quantum Boxed Set 1, Books 1-3 (Quantum Series)

by Marie Force

“What way am I looking at you?”

  “You know damned well what you’re doing to me.” He takes my hand and pushes it against the hard column of his erection. “Any questions?”

  I squeeze him. “That feels uncomfortable.”

  “Tormenting your Dom, sweetheart? Are you trying to top from the bottom? Because that could get you a very sore ass later.”

  I’m almost ashamed by how aroused I am at the thought of him spanking me.

  “Don’t do that.”

  “What did I do?”

  “Look away in shame because you like the idea of being spanked. Don’t ever be ashamed of the things you want. And don’t ever hold back from telling me what you want.”

  “It might take some time before I feel comfortable asking for those things.”

  “We’ll get there, love.” He kisses me. “All in good time.”

  “What did you mean when you said ‘top from the bottom’?”

  “That’s a Dom/sub thing when the sub tries to take control of the Dom. I don’t recommend it, my sweet.”

  He attempts a stern face, but his eyes twinkle with pleasure and delight. He’s happy to be able to speak freely about these things, and that makes me happy, too.

  “Tonight, I want to see your eyes, Nat, without the contacts. Will you give me that?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  He kisses me again and then withdraws his phone to place the food order. It arrives a short time later, and we eat in silence, the anticipation building with every minute that goes by. I’m almost too nervous and excited to eat. But knowing I need the fuel, I consume half of my dinner without tasting much of anything before pushing the rest across the table to him.

  He eats all of his and half of mine.

  Apparently, I’m the only one too nervous to eat much.

  After we do the dishes, Flynn says he wants to take a shower. “I’ll be quick so you can use the bathroom.”

  I refill my wineglass and take advantage of the alone time to get my head together and calm down. No matter what happens tonight, it’s still Flynn and me and no one else. There’s nothing to worry about. I already know I’ll probably love everything he does to me, even if the context has changed.

  He comes out fifteen minutes later, his hair damp, his face freshly shaven, a towel wrapped around his waist. “All yours.”

  I swallow the last of my wine and turn to him. “Thanks.” I feel his eyes on me as I walk into the bedroom and then the bathroom, which is lit by candles. He has filled the tub for me, and I’m touched by the thoughtful gesture. He knows how much I love that tub. As I remove my clothes and put up my hair to keep it dry, my hands tremble ever so slightly. I have twenty minutes until our “appointment.” I spend half of those minutes in the tub, soaking in the warm water, trying to relax. I shave my legs and the hair between my legs.

  I’ve left my phone where I can see the time. At five minutes to eight, I get out of the tub, towel myself dry and wrap the towel around my body. Standing before the mirror, I permanently remove the contact lenses I’ve worn for cosmetic reasons since I changed my name and became Natalie. As always, the rare sight of my green eyes is a reminder of how far I’ve come since I left April behind.

  Despite the long road I’ve traveled since then, she’s still part of me. Her heart still beats inside me. Her trauma is with me always but no longer defines me. I’m determined to live my life as I see fit, without giving the man who ruined April’s life any more power than he’s already had.

  I brush my teeth and hair, cover my body in scented lotion and take the deep, cleansing breaths Curt taught me to use whenever I feel overwhelmed or anxious. I’m neither of those things now. I’m fearless and determined—and extremely aroused from thinking about this all day. I bring the candles from the bathroom with me and place them on the bedside table, before assuming the position he has requested—on my knees, hands folded and head down.

  And then I wait.

  Chapter 8

  And I wait. My knees begin to hurt, but I stay where I’m supposed to be as I wonder what kind of game he’s playing. Is making me wait part of it? The longer I stay there, on my knees, awaiting his arrival, the more turned on I seem to get. I’m throbbing between my legs and my nipples are tight, perhaps from the chill of being right out of the tub and naked. But I know that’s not why. My entire body is alive with anticipation.

  Right when I think I can’t take the waiting any longer, he appears in the doorway. He closes the door, leaving Fluff in the hall. Her plaintive whimpers tug at my heart, but she can’t be in here for this. She’d go ballistic. She whines for a few seconds before seeming to get it’s pointless to protest. I picture her on the floor, head on her paws, watching the door.

  My head is down, as instructed, so I see his feet first. Have I ever noticed before how big they are? The thought nearly makes me laugh, and my ass tingles at the thought of the punishment I might receive for laughing right now.

  “You look lovely, sweetheart.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Are you nervous, Natalie?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Are you lying?”

  “No, Sir.”

  His low chuckle makes me smile, but I don’t let him see that. I feel his hand stroking my hair and then his finger on my shoulder, his touch so light I barely feel it, but it sets me on fire nonetheless. I shudder and try to maintain my position until he tells me what he wants.

  “Are you aroused, Natalie?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you remember your safe word?”

  “Fluff, Sir. As well as yellow to slow down and red to stop.”

  “Very good. Sit up taller now and look at me.”

  I do as he asks, and that’s when I see he’s naked and fully aroused. My mouth waters at the sight of his beautiful body, hard and strong and ready for me.

  He takes me by the chin to tilt my face up more and studies my eyes. “They’re lovely, Natalie. Thank you for letting me see them.”

  “You’re welcome, Sir.”

  “Stroke me, Natalie. Use your hand and mouth.”

  I’m thrilled to get my hands on him, to make him feel as good as he makes me feel every time he touches me. I stroke him the way he’s taught me to, aggressively, keeping my hand wrapped tightly around him. Then I take the wide head into my mouth and suck while I lash him with my tongue.

  “Yes,” he says on a hiss, “like that. Just like that.”

  Knowing I’m pleasing him is the greatest thrill I’ve ever experienced, a natural high. I open my mouth wider and let him slide in deeper, controlling my gag reflex to let him into my throat.

  “Swallow,” he says harshly, his hands pulling tightly on my hair.

  I swallow twice, making him groan. Then he withdraws so quickly, I nearly topple over.

  Flynn catches me and helps me up.

  “Why did you stop?”

  “You don’t ask questions when we’re playing, sweetheart. You can ask them later, but not now.”

  “Do I get punished for asking?”

  “Do you want to be punished?”

  I shrug as I look up at him, going for the picture of innocence.

  Growling, he turns me to face the bed. “Bend over, sweetheart, and put your elbows on the mattress.”

  I prop myself on my elbows and drop my head, waiting, tingling...

  His hand on my bottom makes me gasp. My every nerve ending hovers at the surface of my skin, electrifying me. He squeezes and strokes my cheeks, spreading them and testing the wetness between them where he discovers the impact this is having on me.

  “Talk to me, Nat. How’re you feeling?”

  “Hot.”

  “Do you want me to turn the fan on?”

  “Not that kind of hot.”

  His fingers slide into me from behind. “This kind?”

  “Yes. Sir.” Something buzzes an instant before it connects with my most sensitive place. It takes me right to the edge of ecstasy.<
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  “Don’t come, Nat. Your orgasm belongs to me and only me.”

  God… I grit my teeth, trying to hold back as the vibrating thing connects again. It feels… I don’t have the words. “Flynn…”

  His hand cracks against my bottom.

  When it becomes too heavy to hold up any longer, I drop my head to my hands as the flash of pain turns to heat that spreads through me like wildfire.

  “What do you call me here?”

  “Sir. I call you Sir.”

  He bends over me to drag his lips down my backbone. “You’re doing great, Nat. I’m so proud of you.”

  I’m dying for him. I want him inside me, thrusting and driving me to the orgasm I crave. His fingers again slide through the dampness between my legs. “Tell me what you want, Natalie.”

  “You. I want you.”

  “How do you want me?”

  “Inside me. I need to come.”

  “Will you always tell me what you want?”

  “Yes.” He pinches my clit but doesn’t give me permission to come. It takes all my concentration to hold back the orgasm that’s trying to break free. I’m lost in the moment, in the sea of sensation, carried away by desire.

  His hands are on my hips when he pushes into me, giving me all of him in one deep stroke that makes me burn as I stretch to accommodate him. He reaches around and applies the vibrating thing to my clit again while holding perfectly still inside me.

  I’m going to die from the need to let go of the pressure that’s building. I’ve never felt this sort of desperate need for fulfillment before. I’m grasping the comforter so tightly, my hands have begun to ache. Then he suddenly withdraws, and I collapse onto the bed, my entire body pulsating.

  “Turn over, sweetheart. I want to see your face.”

  He helps me to turn over, brushing my hair back from my face. “Hi,” he says.

  “Hi.”

  “How’re you doing?”

  “I’d be better if you’d let me come. Sir.”

  When he smiles, his eyes twinkle. I like the way happiness looks on him. He holds up his hand where I see something attached to his index finger. “What do you think of my little friend here?”

  “I’d like him better if he’d let me come. Sir.”

  “Are you enjoying this?”

  “Define enjoying.”

  “I’ve never loved you more than I do right now, Natalie. Seeing you willing to try, enjoying yourself so much…”

  “Now you want to talk, when you’ve got me ready to explode?”

  “Patience, my love.” He begins to kiss my belly, paying attention to each of my ribs. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” Continuing down, he nibbles on my hipbone, all the while dragging his fingers lightly over my abdomen.

  What should tickle doesn’t. It only takes my arousal to yet another level. I squirm on the bed, trying to get closer to him.

  “Stay still, sweetheart, and spread your legs.”

  I ease my feet apart.

  “More. I want them as wide as they’ll go.” He looks down to watch and his eyes go wide. “You shaved…”

  “Yes. Sir. Does that please you?”

  “You’re not asking questions, remember?”

  Moaning, I let my head fall back to the bed.

  “Put your arms over your head.”

  I raise both arms and lay them on the bed behind me.

  He stands and drags his gaze from my face to my breasts and below. “You’re so wet, you’re dripping.” His finger moves over my inner thigh, and that’s when I realize it’s wet, too.

  I’m mortified and close my eyes so he can’t see that.

  “No,” he says. “You’ll never be embarrassed by the desire you feel for me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Say it. Say I’ll never be ashamed by the desire I feel for my husband.”

  “I-I’ll never be ashamed of the desire I feel for my husband.”

  “Put your hands under your knees and hold them open for me.”

  My hands are sweaty and trembling as I grasp my legs.

  He bends over me, touching me only with his tongue, lapping up the wetness but avoiding the one place I need him most.

  “What do you want, sweetheart?”

  “You. Inside me. Please.” I roll my hips higher, trying to get him to focus.

  Then he’s back inside me and the vibrator is on my clit, the combination taking me up again so quickly I can’t seem to get air to my lungs.

  “Come, Natalie.” As he says the word, he pinches my clit, and I come, screaming and thrashing as he continues to press into me, withdrawing and driving in again until he’s coming, too.

  I release my legs because I can’t hold them any longer. My thighs are quivering, and every inch of my body is vibrating.

  Flynn holds me close, kissing me everywhere he can reach. “Shhh, sweetheart.”

  He kisses my face, and I feel dampness. My tears.

  “It’s okay. I’ll never forget the expression on your face when you came undone. You were so beautiful.”

  “I-I… It was…”

  He frames my face and uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears. “Tell me.”

  “Incredible.”

  “Your favorite word to describe me. I like that.”

  I bite my lip and nod. “It fits.”

  Flynn turns on his side, taking me with him, our bodies still joined. He keeps his arms around me, stroking my hair and rubbing my back. “Are you okay?”

  I nod.

  “I need words, Nat.”

  “I’m good. Great, in fact.”

  “So you liked what we did?”

  “You couldn’t tell?”

  “Yes,” he says, laughing, “I could tell, but I want you to say the words. This is no place for virtuousness.”

  “Virtuous. That’s the word Leah used to describe me because I wasn’t willing to have sex with just anyone.”

  “She didn’t know why.”

  “No. She didn’t know I was waiting for you.”

  “Nat… You’re so sweet and so sexy. The way you looked on your knees waiting for me… God, that was hot. I’ll never forget it.”

  “Why did you make me wait so long?”

  “Anticipation makes everything more intense.”

  “I wondered if that was why.”

  “By thinking about it all day, we were both on the razor’s edge before we stepped foot in here.” He kisses my forehead and continues to stroke my hair. He’s in full caretaker mode now. “You were going to tell me if you liked what we did.”

  “I loved it. I loved turning over control of my pleasure to you and knowing you’d make it great for me.”

  “I’ll always make it great for you. You can count on that.”

  “Tell me the truth about something.”

  “Anything.”

  “Did you go easy on me tonight?”

  “Easy?”

  “You know what I’m asking, Flynn.”

  “I told you we’d start slowly.”

  “And it was good for you, too?”

  “Walking in here and seeing you in position… I’ll never forget my first sight of you submitting to me so willingly and perfectly. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. Christ, Nat, if it’d been any better, I might’ve died from the pleasure.”

  “Please don’t do that. I need you here with me.”

  “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

  Chapter 9

  Before we leave the apartment in the morning, I prepare a text that I plan to send to Natalie while we’re in the car on the way to Teterboro.

  When the plane reaches cruising altitude, get up from your seat and go into the bedroom. Remove all your clothes and get on the bed facedown. I want two pillows propped under your hips so your luscious ass is the first thing I see when I walk in the door. Present that ass to me to do with as I please.

  Holy shit, if writing
the text makes me this hard, what will it feel like to walk into the bedroom on the plane to see her posed for me? While this is very new to Natalie, it’s new to me to be doing it with someone I love as much as I do her. The love makes it much more intense and exciting than it’s ever been before.

  All morning, I’ve thought about how she looked on her knees for me last night, how sweetly submissive she’d been. I’d been on the lookout for any signs of trouble in the form of flashbacks or triggers, but there’d been nothing but pleasure. She’d loved it.

  We woke wrapped up in each other, and I made slow, lazy love to my gorgeous wife, delaying my own pleasure until she’d come twice. She probably thinks we’re done for the time being after that. I can’t wait to see her reaction to my text.

  When we’re packed up and ready to go, I alert the security detail. They pick us up in my garage a short time later and whisk us away in a black SUV with tinted windows. I much prefer to drive myself, but the upside of being driven is I get to snuggle with my wife in the backseat. The window between the front and backseats is closed, giving us some privacy.

  Fluff is wedged between us, snoring like a buzz saw as usual.

  “It feels like I’m really leaving this time,” Natalie says when we’re on the Hudson Parkway headed for the George Washington Bridge. The traffic is heavy but moving.

  “How do you mean?”

  “Last time I left New York, there was still a possibility I might come back to school and my apartment.”

  “We can send movers to your apartment to get the last of your stuff.”

  “That would be good.”

  “Did you send the email to Mr. Poole?”

  She nods. “This morning. He wrote back pretty quickly, thanking me for letting them know and offering me a severance package that includes the salary I would’ve made if I’d finished out my contract.”

  “That’s fantastic, sweetheart. That’s the least of what they owe you.”

  “I guess.”

  “You’re not happy about it?”

  “It just feels weird to take all that money for not doing my job.”

  “Natalie, what Mrs. Heffernan did to you was wrong. It was borderline illegal, and the board knows that. If we chose to sue them, they could potentially be on the hook for millions. Buying out your contract is more than fair. In fact, it was the very least they could do.”