by Jinx Jamison
Get a grip Sarah. He's your teacher. He doesn't expect you to know anything.
"Yes, sir. I'm just a little overwhelmed. Confused. I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing," she confessed.
He nodded. "That's completely normal and very easily fixed. The only fix for nerves is to get right to it." He pulled his shirt over his head, baring a heavily muscled chest.
Gulp.
Sarah didn't like to think of herself as naïve. An intelligent, independent career woman should not be intimidated by nudity. Especially since she'd already had the most intimate part of him in her mouth. After a few seconds of trying to avert her eyes, she gave up and let herself look her fill.
God, I'm so naïve.
His tanned skin looked like melted butter. A light dusting of hair covered his pecs, trailing off into the waistband of his jeans. Damn. A sexy, commanding man was standing next to her and talking about "getting right to it".
"Wait, get right to what exactly?"
He climbed on the bed and lowered himself gently on top of her, cradling her face in his hands. "Your placement test."
Then he kissed her. Suddenly her mind was a blank slate, all her thoughts, fears and worries melting under the force of his kiss. He sipped at her mouth like he was savoring it, licking into the cavern of her mouth and drawing her tongue out so he could suck on it. His fingers tugged at the edges of her blouse and she pulled back to let him tug it over her head. The rest of their clothes flew around them in a furious cloud as they yanked things off amid heated kisses. Her hands were all over him, skating over every inch of his skin until her hand brushed his cock. He suddenly stilled. When she looked up at him, his eyes burned with a strange light behind his mask.
She reached up and traced the edges of the leather. His eyes drifted closed in either ecstasy or agony, she wasn’t sure which. Then his eyes snapped open and the expression was gone.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered. When she didn’t move fast enough, he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She landed on her stomach. He pulled her hips back until she was on all fours. She blushed all over at the position, her pussy creaming as the cool air in the room caressed her most intimate parts. He caressed her ass until she purred, his long fingers kneading the muscles until they felt like jelly.
Then he slapped her ass.
"OUCH! WHAT ARE YOU doing?" She pulled away and glared at him over her shoulder.
Quinn grinned, amused that she could look so indignant while on all fours with her ass in the air.
He rolled her to her back. Immediately her arms flew up to cover her breasts. He pulled them down and held them at her sides. She eventually stopped struggling but wouldn't meet his eyes.
"Look at me. Look at me, Sarah."
Her chest rose from her sudden inhalation. She looked at him, fury making her eyes bright. Oh, she was furious with him but aroused too. Her nipples tightened until they pointed straight up, begging for his mouth.
All in time.
"You respond to my commands with arousal. You might have some submissive tendencies. I'm supposed to push your boundaries, remember?"
She opened her mouth to speak and he put a finger to her lips to keep her quiet. "Don't speak, just feel. I need to see how you respond to different types of stimulation. Even things that might shock you."
He trailed his index finger down the column of her throat, over her breastbone and past her belly. Her muscles rippled and tightened at the light touch.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"On second thought, maybe you don't respond that well to direction. Quiet. Don't think. Just feel."
Her head rolled back and forth as his finger took a casual stroll along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and over the light strip of hair covering her mound. When he abruptly took his finger away, she bit her lip.
"Put your arms over your head." Frustration made him curt but he couldn't help that. Usually sex was just sex but with Sarah, it was different. He wanted to take his time and worship her and not just to observe her reactions. He wanted to take her body to heights she'd never experienced solely for the joy of watching her come.
She slowly stretched her arms up until her palms rested against the headboard. Her legs were clamped together. His lips curled up at the sight.
"You have beautiful breasts, Sarah. Show me how you like them touched."
Her nose crinkled as she watched him. He made no move to come closer or touch her. This part of the exam was to gauge the way she perceived herself versus the reality of her desires.
Just as he expected, she touched her breasts tentatively, cupping the heavy mounds gently, barely skimming over the nipples. After a few minutes of watching her knead herself, he crossed to her and removed her hands.
"Excellent. Now let's try something a little different." He leaned down and took first her right nipple in his mouth, then the left. She watched him with wide eyes as he pinched the tips and twisted slightly.
"Oooh. Oh damn." Her hips came off the bed as he worked the tips of her nipples through his fingers. He licked each of the tips to keep them moist as he worked her.
She arched her back a little as she got comfortable. It was Quinn's turn to be in agony watching the seductive line of her body as she moved. She was perfectly curved with a tight, narrow waist and a round apple-shaped bottom. He pushed her legs up exposing her glistening pink pussy.
He leaned down and licked her clit before he nipped her right ass cheek. She whimpered and he delivered one light slap to her bottom, softer than before. She stilled and a low moan broke from her lips.
"Hmmn, interest in spanking."
She shook her head furiously. "Spanking? You can't be serious."
"I have a feeling you'll be over my knee every day." He delivered another stinging slap to her naked bottom, the skin turning pink.
"What are you doing to me?" She wailed and wiggled her ass beneath his hand.
Quinn gripped her hips and held her still as he nipped at her other cheek, harder this time. "Pain, pleasure and everything in between."
Her scent called to him until he had to return to taste her again. He licked into her pussy with deep, wet strokes.
She cried out, the sound of her pleading like an erotic flame thrower to his libido. He plunged his tongue as far as he could then slipped two fingers into her opening to search out her g-spot. He wanted her so lost in the pleasure that she was consumed by it. Consumed by him. He growled at the thought and redoubled his attention to her clit. She shrieked and trembled all over. A second later she erupted.
"I'm coming…"
She clutched his head and held him against her as her internal muscles seized around his tongue. He buried his face in her folds, lapping up every drop of honey that spilled from her opening. He wanted it all over him. He wanted it to soak into his skin.
He licked between her ass cheeks, holding her still when she squealed and tried to move away. After another long, wet swipe she wasn't trying to escape anymore. She was pushing her ass back at him, wiggling for more.
"Master Q, please. I've never done this before." She buried her face in her arms and gripped the sheets in her fists.
"But you wanted to, haven't you? You're secretly a dirty girl, aren't you Sarah?" He twirled his tongue around her anus before darting it into the tight little hole.
"Oh no, I'm not. I'm not. That just feels so good," she sobbed. She was rocking her ass back at him, trying to get closer to his tongue. "It's never felt like this before."
Quinn grunted, a primitive part of him not satisfied with just her words. He needed her screaming, legs open, pussy glistening as she begged him for what only he could give her.
No asshole, what Master Q can give her. She doesn’t know it's you.
He backed away and ran his hands through his hair. His reaction to Sarah stemmed from months of frustration. Watching her, wanting her and knowing she was going home to someone else. Watching the rock on her finger blink in his face every day,
knowing that the only ring she should have been wearing was his.
Only to find out she'd been alone all that time. Time they could have spent together.
"No more waiting."
She looked at him in confusion. "What?"
He pulled a condom from the nightstand and quickly sheathed himself. "No more waiting. I have to have you now."
Then he lowered himself on top of her and thrust home.
SARAH COULDN'T DO ANYTHING but hold on for dear life. Master Q was as commanding in bed as he was out of it. With her legs up in the air and hooked over his shoulders, she had no control over the depth or pace of his thrusts. All she could do was take it.
All she wanted to do was take it.
"You feel so good. So wet." He tucked his hands under her ass and held her close as he thrust. The position was undeniably intimate. He was so deep …
His gaze captured hers as he fucked her, his eyes promising more pleasure to come. She looked down to where her pussy lips stretched open around him. It was brutally erotic watching his thick cock forcing its way inside her. Watching him take her triggered another orgasm, the wave of pleasure rolling through her from her head all the way to the tips of her toes.
Sarah cried out as her pussy clamped down. The fit was so tight they both moaned. Master Q braced himself on his knees and pumped his hips forcefully, tunneling into her, forcing his hard length deeper and deeper. She was so wet she could hear it, the erotic sounds of his thrusts ramping up her arousal until she came again, trembling weakly from the strength of her orgasm.
"You see what you do to me. You make me crazy." He took her mouth again in a deep, hot kiss. Sarah had never had someone kiss her like they couldn't live without the taste of her mouth.
He kept kissing her as he came, holding her open as he nailed her with one final hard plunge. His cock spasmed inside her as he moaned into her mouth.
Sarah closed her eyes and succumbed to exhaustion.
CHAPTER VI
SARAH OPENED HER EYES to total darkness. Her heart started pounding. Then it all came back to her in a rush of memory. The plane ride to Vegas. Orientation.
Mind-blowing sex with Master Q.
"What is that noise?" A deep voice, blurry with sleep came from her left. A shrill ring cut through the silence. That was what had woken her. She couldn’t imagine who could be calling her in the middle of the night. The only person who knew she was here was Pam.
"I forgot to call Pam!" She sprang up out of the bed and fumbled with the lamp on the nightstand. She finally found the switch to turn it on. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light.
Her bags were in the middle of the room. Master Q must have moved them after she'd fallen asleep.
After you conked out, you mean.
If she hadn't been so loose and satisfied she might have been embarrassed at the way she'd passed out in his arms.
She snatched her now silent cell phone from her purse and gaped at the screen.
Thirty-one missed calls. Five voicemails.
Sarah didn't even bother listening to the messages. She just hit the first speed dial and waited for Pam to pick up.
"You'd better be dead." Pam didn't bother with hello.
"I am so sorry. I was going to call but then, stuff happened and I fell asleep." She grimaced when Pam didn’t speak. "Pammy, I am so sorry. I know you were worried."
"I won’t tell you how many bad things I imagined must have happened to you. I won't tell you how long I sat here waiting for you to call or how long I agonized over what to do." Pam's voice wavered.
"Pam, I am so…"
"I won't bother telling you that I just about died over here thinking those crazy people had sliced you up and turned your bones into wind chimes. I WON'T EVEN BOTHER."
Sarah dropped her head into her palms. At the sound of the shouting coming through the phone, Master Q turned over and looked at her. She pointed to the phone and smiled weakly.
"What I WILL tell you is that unlike some people I keep my word." Pam declared. "I told you what I was going to do if you forgot to call. So you can't get mad at me just because you're alive and have to deal with him now."
Sarah stood up, a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Pam, tell me you didn't do it," she whispered.
"I called your boss earlier and left a message for him. I did what I had to do." Pam huffed. "The weird thing was the girl who answered the phone told me he was on vacation. I thought you said he never takes vacation."
Everything inside Sarah froze. She looked over her shoulder at Master Q, who was now sitting up in bed watching her.
I hope you have an unforgettable experience, Ms. Caldwell.
There was no way. There was just no freaking way.
"I have to go, Pam. I'm really sorry I scared you."
"It's okay. Just don't scare me like that again! Maybe your boss won't even listen to that message. You can just tell him it was a practical joke. Or that I was drunk-dialing. Whatever."
"I'll call you tonight. I won’t forget this time. And thanks, Pam." She hung up the phone and placed it carefully back in her purse.
"Who was that?" When she turned back to the bed, Master Q watched her closely.
No, who are you?
"No one you know." She climbed back in bed and pulled the covers up over her naked breasts. "So, what's my first class this morning?"
"Erotic Massage with Mistress Rain. I'm sure you remember her. No one forgets their first detention."
Sarah thought back to everyone she'd met that day. All the names were starting to blur together but she clearly remembered the way the other woman had looked at Master Q. "Did you know her before? Who is she?"
Master Q folded his arms behind his head and looked away.
"No one. She's no one to me."
CHAPTER VII
WAKING UP WITH THE man she loved was everything she’d always hoped it would be.
Warm and content, Sarah snuggled deeper into his embrace. She’d had this dream so many times but it was never this real. There was never smooth skin beneath her fingers, a strong arm thrown over her stomach or a muscular leg tangled with hers.
There definitely wasn’t a firm erection imprinted in the middle of her back.
“God, if this is a dream then I don’t want to wake up. Ever.” She purred as the arm clutching her midriff traveled lower.
“This is definitely not a dream.” The rumble of the masculine voice at her back sent pleasure, warm and liquid, rushing through her veins. Quinn’s hand cupped her between her legs and her mouth fell open as he stroked her through the thin cotton of her panties. Why had she worn panties to bed again? That was one mistake she wouldn’t be making again anytime soon.
“What a way to wake up.” She bit her lip when his fingers found their way beneath the cotton. He traced the opening to her pussy gently a few times before coming up to circle her clit. She bit her lip and tried not to whimper. She was already so wet and he hadn’t even entered her.
There was something about the way he touched her. As if she were fragile but so sexy that he couldn’t help just diving right in. It was overwhelming in the best way. Something she’d never had before.
“Believe me, I love touching you.” He spoke as if he’d read her mind.
There was the sound of foil crinkling before he pulled her leg up and hooked it over his. She was glad he could think of protection because she was still too hazy and sleepy to care. He squeezed her leg and she stopped breathing for a moment. The position he had her in was so erotic, leaving her completely vulnerable to his cock entering her from behind.
“Oh yes,” he hissed in her ear as he slid in all the way to the hilt.
He gripped her firmly, one arm under her supporting her head and the other held her leg up and open. She felt completely carnal as he fucked her slowly, his cock hitting spots of sensation that aroused all her nerve endings. He took her slowly at first, licking behind her ear and biting the delicate line of her collarbone. It was raw
and beautiful to be so exposed to him, to feel the heavy pressure of his cock plunging into her over and over again as his hands held her captive.
“That feels so good.” She reached up with her free arm to caress his face and neck. He captured her hand and sucked the tip of her index finger into the warm cavern of his mouth. She shivered when he bit down, the nip of pain only intensifying the pleasure she felt.
“I love you so much. So much,” she cried. He was so deep, overwhelming her senses, her emotions, her mind. He turned her chin and claimed her mouth, his tongue plunging into her mouth with the same hard punishing rhythm as his cock. She came hard, all her muscles tensing as she shuddered in his arms.
When she opened her eyes, she took in his appearance for the first time. Her eyes widened as she saw the closely shorn hair and the thin strip of leather covering the top half of his face.
He took in her expression with knowing eyes. “You forgot where you were, didn’t you?”
She nodded wordlessly, completely mortified and slightly heartbroken.
God, I wanted it to be Quinn.
He nuzzled the back of her neck. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed. He’s truly lucky, you know.”
She looked up into the hazel eyes that seemed to see everything. “Who is?”
“The man you were responding to before you realized it was me.” An expression crossed his face then, something that scared her. Then just as quickly it was gone. He kissed the top of her head softly before rolling over and climbing out of the bed. She watched him draw on a pair of black boxers before he padded over to the bathroom door.
“Wait, Master Q—“ she stopped abruptly when he kept walking, closing the bathroom door behind him with a definitive click.
Well, okay then. She sat up, pulling the sheet to her neck. The look on his face had been… she wasn’t even sure what to call it. He’d seemed so subdued. Like he’d been hurt that she was thinking of someone else. But if he did this all the time, surely that couldn’t be the case, right? She was just one more pupil out of many. Or was she?