by Abby Gordon
“God, I love fucking you,” he whispered, one hand finding the release to her gag. “You are so damn perfect for me.” Another flick of his wrist and her hands were free. “So submissive to what I want for sex and so smart outside the bedroom. Could a man ask for more?”
“Could a woman ask for more?” she wondered in reply. “A hot man taking care of her in and out of the bedroom?’ She sighed and pressed a kiss against his sweaty shoulders. “How did I get so lucky?”
He murmured something she didn’t understand and nuzzled against her neck. He lifted off of her and she heard the switch of the lamp. Her blindfold came off and she saw his dark shadowy profile. He had left the bathroom night light on.
“I’m the lucky one, babe,” he told her. “I have you.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but his mouth covered hers and she forgot what she was going to say. Rolling to his side, he held her close, one hand caressing her back in long, slow strokes. Body sated, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Chapter Ten
Quincy was grateful for the busyness of Wednesday. After the initial fall-out, rush, and push of Tuesday, things started settling down. And everyone at MC realized just what the effects were. Debbie was at her desk or in meetings from the second she stepped into the building at eight in the morning until nine that night. Thoughts of dominating her in bed faded when she finally walked out of Keith MacLauren’s office after a late meeting and practically collapsed in his arms.
“Tired, babe?” he murmured, not caring at the looks they were getting as other people filed past them
“Yeah,” she sighed, closing her eyes. “Ready to go home?”
“Home?” Claire’s voice came from the doorway to the hall. “You never call the apartment home.”
Quincy felt Debbie’s shoulders rise and fall in a shrug before she lifted her head.
“I’m starting to understand why you did.”
Quincy was surprised by the wistful expression on the PR assistant’s face and sent a quick glance to Paul and David. In deep conversation with Keith, neither saw.
“Yeah, well, that’s good,” was all Claire said.
“At least someone has a home,” Penny’s waspish voice came from Keith’s office door.
“What is that supposed to mean?” demanded Ben from his position at Serena’s desk.
“Why nothing at all,” she smiled sweetly at him. “I would hate to get you in a foul mood. At least, I’m assuming this is your good side.” She looked at Quincy. “Or is he always this incredibly charming and polite?”
“I could get him in a really, really bad mood if you’d like,” Quincy told her. “It’s just you’re in the line of fire, so to speak, and I don’t want you to have to deal with it if you didn’t cause it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please.” she shook her head. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” She leaned against the credenza and waved her hand. “Fire away.”
“Uh-huh,” Quincy nodded. Glancing at Debbie, he saw it in her eyes before she nodded. He hadn’t had a chance all day to ask Keith and these sure as hell weren’t the surroundings or the people he would have wanted, but…he shrugged. “Keith?”
“Yeah?” The weary-looking CEO glanced up. “Is there a problem?”
“Just wondering if you could use another hand or two in Programming.”
Forget the pin dropping. Quincy figured you could have heard an ant crawl across the carpet in the sudden quiet. Keith stared at him, glanced at Ben’s dumbfounded expression, then back.
“Now or when…”
“Now is good.”
“God dammit, Quincy!” Ben exploded. “I should have reassigned someone else yesterday when….”
“No,” Debbie yelled. “I don’t want anyone protecting me but Quincy.”
“He’s too involved and that…”
“Means he’s even more alert and aware of what’s going on to make sure I’m safe,” she fired back, turning to face him. She stepped back against Quincy who put his hands on her shoulders. “Even if it’s just Brody Custis in the elevator.”
Quincy managed not to laugh at the expression on the faces of Ben, Keith, Paul and David. Debbie couldn’t have aimed better. All four were stunned at her tone of voice and the implications. Keith swallowed.
“So you don’t mind if Quincy splits his time, so to speak?”
“I’ve been bouncing ideas off him already,” she said. “Keith, he saved at least fifty man-hours yesterday and the same today. You might as well put him on the payroll.” She leaned forward slightly. “Everyone on my team likes him. Make him a co-manager with me…”
“No,” Quincy shook his head, hands rubbing her upper arms. “Those are your projects, babe. You and Keith need to focus on those.”
“But you’re practically leading now and…”
“We can assign other projects in the new year,” Keith nodded, coming toward them, hand extended. “You sure you’re ready for this craziness?”
“It’s not the mountains of Afghanistan,” Quincy smiled, right hand moving. His left arm tightened around Debbie’s waist. “I can handle it.”
Across the room, Ben muttered under his breath. Penny had a gleam in her eye. Quincy saw the lawyers glance at Claire, who whirled around and out of sight. The thud of her footsteps faded down the hallway.
“Claire?” Debbie whispered, her eyes hurling accusatory bolts at Paul and David. “What are you two doing to her?”
“Debbie, not here,” Quincy whispered.
Penny’s interest was aroused immediately.
“The two of them…” she echoed.
“It didn’t occur to you that she might be worried about Serena coming home tonight to the apartment she was attacked in?” Paul tossed back. “And being alone?”
“Oh, God,” Debbie groaned, closing her eyes and sagging back against Quincy. “Serena. I’ve got to call her.”
Pulling her cell phone out, she moved to the doorway Claire had been in. Quincy saw what he thought was pain and heartache in Keith’s expression before the CEO recovered himself.
“Get her home,” he said quietly. “Make sure she’s getting enough rest.”
“Pot meet kettle,” Quincy replied.
“Kettle being ready to fall over on his feet,” Penny chimed in from behind them. “Keith, will you please leave the office with the rest of us tonight?”
“I’ll leave eventually,” Keith shook his head. “Quincy?”
“I’ll take care of her,” he promised.
“Good,” Keith murmured. “She would want that.”
Quincy frowned as the CEO turned around and reentered his office. Penny turned to follow him.
“Not going to give me two weeks’ notice?” Ben snipped.
“If I tried, you’d refuse and fire me,” Quincy replied.
“Damn straight,” he glared. “You’ve known her forty-eight hours, Quince. And…”
“I’d like to spend more than that with her every couple months.”
His former commanding officer stared at him. “You’re fucking serious,” he frowned, as if trying to understand it. “In two days—”
“Ben, don’t go there,” warned Quincy. “I’m not going to try to explain it to you or anyone else.”
Hancock glanced into MacLauren’s office then back at him.
“How serious is this?” he asked in a low voice. “I mean, if you just want to play for a couple months and then…”
“I’m taking her to the Club on Friday,” Quincy told him. Silence filled the room as Ben, Paul and David—all three dominants—absorbed that statement. “Yeah, it’s pretty damn serious.”
“Everyone always said you’d either be the first or the last to fall,” Ben muttered, shaking his head.
“That depends on how you look at it,” he replied with a shrug as Debbie came back in. “Serena all right?”
“She’s drained and Claire got in the elevator,” Debbie replied, going to Keith’s door.
“I couldn’t tell,” Debbie glared at them. “Why are you doing this to her?”
Paul and David swore and took off.
“Well, that’s something at least,” Debbie shook her head and went to Keith’s door. “Excuse me, Keith, but Serena said she could be in tomorrow if you wanted her to be. All you have to do is call.” Quincy couldn’t hear Keith’s reply, but Debbie nodded. “All right. I’ll go make sure Quincy eats food before he starts gnawing on the furniture. Good night.”
There was a short bark of laughter from Keith before he replied with a good night. Quincy gave her a droll look as he wrapped her coat around her shoulders. Putting his arm around her to tuck her against his side, he started for the door.
“Actually, babe, I was thinking about a small snack,” he murmured as they left the outer office.
“Quincy,” she squealed as he nibbled on her ear.
“Gnawing on the furniture?” he murmured as he pushed the elevator button. “You know damn well I wouldn’t do that.”
“I was trying to get a smile from Keith,” she explained, burrowing under his coat. “You should have seen his face when I said all he had to do was call Serena and she’d be in.” Shaking her head, she looked up at him. “I’ve never seen anyone look as if it was the one thing they wanted more than anything else in the world, and the one thing they couldn’t have.”
Quincy felt the shaft tremble as the elevator approached their floor and gave her a quick, deep kiss.
“All right, babe,” he smiled. “I’ll let this one go.”
The doors slid open and she stumbled forward.
“Sorry,” she muttered as he caught her. “Guess I’m more tired than I thought.”
“Don’t apologize to the man who’s responsible for not letting you sleep through the night,” he told her, pushing the button for the garage. Leaning against the wall, he pulled her to him. “Leftovers?”
“Think we have enough from last night?” she wondered.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “You going to be all right for Friday?”
****
Debbie closed her eyes. Friday. The night he was going to take her to his sex club. Thursday was her night for clubbing. Obviously he was more concerned about his. It made sense—she was pretty sure there were a lot more things to worry about. Beyond the fact that he was going to fuck her ass. Reflexively, her cheek muscles tightened around the plug he’d put in her that morning.
The harness from Tuesday had been placed around her waist, and, as she’d spread her legs wide and rested her upper body on the bed, he’d placed a well-lubed one-inch long and half-inch thick butt plug into her. Naturally, her sphincter muscle had refused to relax. So, being the clever man that he was, he had teased her clit and pussy until she had gasped. And the plug had slid right in. One strap had gone from the back, looped through the circle at the end of the plug and then split to be secured in the front. But that wasn’t enough for her sexual master. Oh, no! He’d decided that she should have Tuesday’s dildo in as well as the clit cup. As she’d found out on the way in, all three vibrated with a click of the remote he kept in his pocket.
“I’m not sure how I survived today,” she sighed. “I’ve been on edge in more ways than one.”
“Well,” his deep voice rumbled in her ear as his hands stroked her back under her coat. “I’ll have to take care of that to make sure you get a very good night’s sleep.”
“And still have a snack?” she wondered, flushing at the memory of his last “snack”.
“We’ll see, babe,” he replied. “I don’t want you sore for Friday.”
“Sore? I…”
“It can happen,” he told her. “I think tonight I’ll start teaching you to be ready for then.”
“To make sure I don’t mess up?”
“It will keep you safe,” he nodded.
“I’ll be safe,” she smiled as the elevator doors opened and he pulled her out into the garage. “I’ll be with you.
“There are certain rules that a submissive is to follow,” he nodded.
“What about dominants?” she wondered.
“What about them?” he asked, raising the remote to unlock the doors. He lifted her in and went around.
“Aren’t there rules for them as well?”
“Yes, but I’m talking about—”
“No one would be able to touch me besides you, right?” she pressed, turning on the seat. “Or join us just because they wanted to? Or spank me or—”
“No, no one would be allowed to touch you or join us without my permission.”
That floored her. Was he thinking about letting someone touch her? Or fuck her? Or punish her? She stared at him, feeling doubt creep in for the first time.
“And would…” she swallowed, pulling back against the door. What if he answered in a way she couldn’t handle? What the hell was she going to do then? She had to ask. “Would you give permission?”
Inserting the key in the ignition, Quincy froze and turned his head to look at her.
“I ought to spank you until you can’t sit down for asking that question,” he growled. “I damn near took the head off of a man I would die for when he suggested someone else protect you. Why the hell would I let someone else fuck you?”
“I’m sorry,” she gasped, stunned at his explosion. “You’ve never said anything. You defended Paul and David for sharing Claire and…”
She had had no idea he’d had the gag in his pocket, but he pulled it out now. Reaching out with his right hand, he pulled her closer. The left hand pushed the ball past her lips and quickly secured it around her head. Then came the cuffs to secure her hands behind her back. He set her firmly in her seat, slid it as far back as he could and reclined the back. Pulling the belt tightly over her waist, he leaned over her, right hand cupping her jaw.
“You’re mine, Debbie. No one will ever have my permission to touch you, fuck you, or punish you in anyway.” He held the remote in front of her eyes. “I’m going to keep these going on you all the way home. You are not to come, do you understand me?” Gulping, she nodded. “And when we get home, I will release your hands long enough for you to take off every piece of clothing before I spank you.” His thumb stroked over the ball in her mouth. “And then, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t help but orgasm.” She shook her head. “Oh, yes, little one. The longer you hold it back, like last night, the more pleased I will be. Understand?” Swallowing again, she nodded. “Good. Your punishment starts now.”
Her eyes widened as she watched his thumb move on the remote. Immediately, the vibrations began. She closed her eyes and moaned. Her body was hyper-sensitive to the slightest touch and already the orgasm was building. His chuckle was low and promised wicked things. She looked up and saw the gleam in his eyes. Oh, he wouldn’t.
“I want to see how long you can hold out now.”
Her gaze flew to the hand holding the remote and watched in shock as he pushed it relentlessly to the max. Almost immediately, her body jolted off the seat. Helpless, she writhed as the toys had their way with her most sensitive nerves. She started counting, hoping that would work, but she had hit only five when the first crest overwhelmed her. Her cry was only slightly muffled as her entire body spasmed. Moaning, she panted as the next one swept her, quickly followed by the third.
Mercifully, he decreased the vibrations to half-strength.
“Mmm,” he murmured, bending over her. “I could watch you come all day. You do try so hard to obey my orders, Debbie. What am I going to do about that mouth of yours, though? It keeps getting you into trouble.”
Struggling for breath, she just looked up at him. He smiled gently and kissed her forehead.
“It’s all right, babe. We’ve got the rest of our lives for me to train you.”
Debbie closed her eyes as he straightened and started the engine. The rest of our lives. He really wanted her. As the toys continued their teasing,
she focused on those five words. He wasn’t going to let anyone else touch her in any way. He wanted her for the rest of their lives. With a sigh, she relaxed her body.
****
Quincy tapped the steering wheel, even as he kept his eyes moving. How the hell was she able to flip his switches like that? He knew he shouldn’t have reacted, but her thinking that because he hadn’t condemned Paul and David meant that he would share her had stung. Fury had roared through him and only experience had kept him from yanking her over his lap and spanking her right there in the parking lot. The toys were a better punishment. For both of them. She was kept at a fever-pitch and he was tormented with knowing how hot and ready she was. When they got home, he was going to spank her, hard, and then make sure she fully understood a few absolutes in their relationship.
After parking the truck, he removed the gag, raised her seat, and released her hands.
“You’ve been good so far and I’m not as angry as I was, but…” he held up a finger in front of her face. “I am still going to spank you when we get home. I will then explain a few things. Understand?”
“Yes, master,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I don’t know if I could trust another man or woman to do to me what you do.”
“I understand that,” he nodded. “Your trust in me is what makes this relationship work. If someone else does touch you, it will not be with my permission. We clear on that?”
“Yes, master,” she nodded, smiling slightly. “We seem to go two steps forward, one step back, don’t we?”
He nodded, holding her to him. “But we at least keep going forward.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Ready to walk home?”
She swallowed. “Sure.”
He chuckled. “You’ll be fine.”
“Easy for you to say,” she muttered as he opened his door. “You’re not the one with toys vibrating.”
He ignored her comment and went around to her door. Debbie curled her body into his and took it one step at a time. The stairs of the brownstone were hard because of the way the toys pressed into her as she mounted the steps. Next time she was going to live on the ground floor.
Quincy put the key in and glanced down at her.