Something moved over her face, and his heart pinched.
"I love the way you take care of me," she said quietly.
"Good, because I don’t ever plan to stop."
She exhaled slowly, and he dropped a kiss onto her mouth. "I’ll go round us up some food and drink. Then once those needs are taken care of, I do plan to take you again."
He turned and made a quick trip to the kitchen to reheat the food Ester had prepared for them earlier, then grabbed a bottle of wine.
When he went back to his bedroom and saw Rebecca sitting on his patio, like it was where she always belonged, he knew in an instant that he could never be with another. She was his sub, he was her Dom and he would spend his life taking care of her, and pleasing her.
* * *
Rebecca woke to the sound of waves splashing in the distance. She stretched out her sore limbs and smiled because it was a good sore. One that reminded her of all the deliciously naughty things she did with Quinn since arriving on this majestic island.
God, how could she have gotten so lucky, to be kidnapped and awakened sexually by this magnificent man who took such care in introducing her to the darker side of pleasure. She might not have made it to Freedom, but never had she felt so free.
"Good morning."
She looked at Quinn, and was about to speak when he pulled her to him. He kissed her long and hard, then climbed over her, pinning her beneath him. Their tongues tangled as she widened her legs for him, granting him access to her body and heart.
When his cock found home, he pumped into her, their lovemaking hot and passionate and every bit as moving as it was the last time. Rebecca basked in the sensation, never wanting the feeling, or this wild weekend, to end. After lovemaking, they showered and Quinn took her to the beach where they nibbled on fresh fruit and delicious omelets made by Ester, who was now arranging towels and what looked like a picnic basket on the sand, close to the surf. As Rebecca sat across from him, stark naked, a warm breeze on her flesh, they talked quietly, but she didn’t miss the hunger in his eyes.
Before she realized it, she was in Quinn’s arms again. "I can’t seem to get enough of you."
"You should probably do something about that."
His eyes darkened as he led her to the towels that Ester had arranged for him. Once there he spun Rebecca around, his hands going to her breasts as he pushed up against her. She could feel his hard cock press against the small of her back, and feeling naughty, wanting a spanking, she wiggled up against him.
He slid his hand along her hips, then cupped her ass cheek. "If you’re going to tease me with your sweet ass, then I’ll have no choice but to take it."
She gasped, remembering how he inserted a finger during their shower. Was he really planning on fucking her anally?
"Quinn…" she murmured nervously.
"Remember what I said, Rebecca. I will always take care of you."
Her heart raced as he dropped to his knees behind her, and when she felt his warm lips on her cheek, her body quaked.
"Such a pretty, pretty ass," he murmured, desire making his voice husky.
Oh God…
He slid a hand to her pussy, dipped into her liquid heat, the trailed it over her back opening. She remained still, curious and frightened as he teased a finger inside. It felt strange, uncomfortable, but the truth was she wanted this, wanted him to take her in a way no man had ever taken her before.
"Widen your legs." She did as he requested, and stood there bared to him looking out over the water as he prepared her ass, pushing one, then two fingers past her ringed passage. When she tightened he rubbed her clit, and said, "Relax for me. Let me take care of you."
She exhaled slowly and let him stretch her. He stood back up, and slid his hand around her waist. He put his mouth near her ear and said, "Get down on your hands and knees."
Breathing labored, she dropped to the towel, wondering how she’d ever accommodate his huge cock, but trusting in Quinn enough to know he’d never hurt her.
"Look at you," he murmured. "Your ass is just craving to be fucked."
She listened to the hiss of his zipper, then he dropped down behind her. He opened the basket and pulled out a tube of lube. He squirted it into his hand, and then coated her puckered rosette.
The liquid felt cool at first, but then began warming. He worked his fingers back into her ass, and his growl of longing curled around her. Her nipples tightened, and when she relaxed into his touch she could feel her body opening.
"That’s it, Rebecca. That’s it exactly."
A quake moved through her, her body responding to the pleasure in his voice.
He removed his fingers and she could feel his crown breach her opening. He moved slowly, offering her only an inch at a time and allowing her to get used to the feeling before going deeper. Pain and pleasure hit at the same time, and when he drove deeper, stretching her unnaturally, her body clenched.
"Easy," he said, running his hands along her back, his soft whisper covering her like a blanket.
She breathed slowly, wanting this, wanting to make this good for him. Quinn reached around and rubbed her clit, as he pushed deeper. Feeling like he was ripping her, she gasped, and even though she knew she could put a stop to this, use her safe word if she wanted to, she clamped her mouth shut and let him take full possession of her.
She relaxed again, her muscles loosening. "That’s a girl." He stroked her back gently. "You’re doing so good, Rebecca. I wish you could see the way my cock is sliding into your ass. You are so sexy, so beautiful like this." He jerked his hips and they both groaned. "Look at that, I’m almost all the way inside you now."
His words, and the pleasure she heard behind them, was all the encouragement she needed. She pushed back against him, taking him the rest of the way into her body.
"Fuck," he bit out.
Rebecca began panting and he stayed still inside her for a long time. Sunlight spilled over their bodies, until hunger consumed her. She needed him to fuck her, to come inside her and claim her like this.
She moved her body to let him know she was ready. Quinn gripped her hips, and began moving. Slowly at first, then quicker, lust getting the better of him. He bent over her and rubbed her clit, taking her on the journey to ecstasy right along with him. Everything in what they were doing was highly erotic, deeply intimate, bringing them closer and closer together.
Pressure began brewing in her body, her orgasm approaching rapidly.
"You are mine and mine alone," Quinn said.
"Yes, Quinn," she said, tension growing in her body. "I am yours to take."
"Now come for me."
She gripped the beach towel beneath her, squeezing the cotton as she climaxed. Her cries carried in the breeze and when Quinn let go, releasing himself in her ass, emotions brought tears to her eyes.
He collapsed onto her back, and wrapped his hands around her waist to hold her tight. He remained inside her until his cock grew flaccid, then he pulled out. He dropped beside her and pulled her down, holding her head against his chest. She stayed there, listening to the pounding of his heart, and knew there was no place she’d rather be, no man she’d rather be with.
You are mine and mine alone.
As she thought about what he said, she wondered if he meant it, or was that just something a Dom said as his passion peaked.
Quinn climbed to his feet and pulled her up with him. "How about a swim?" When she caught the tenderness in his eyes, it had her wondering if it was it possible that he’d want to continue with this relationship when they returned home. Then again, what if this weekend was it, and when they returned home they’d both go back to their lives?
Her stomach tightened because she had no idea how she could go back to dating nice, kind men, who had no idea what she wanted in a relationship. She pushed that disheartening thought aside and decided now was not the time to dwell on it. Now was the time to enjoy Quinn, and this island, and forget about reality for awhile.
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sp; "I’d love to," she said, hoping her voice didn’t sound as shaky as her insides.
The rest of the day and night was spent in each other’s arms, and they woke to a glorious Sunday where they played in the surf and made love beneath the sun. Before she realized it, Sunday night was upon them, and it was time to head back to reality.
After their last lovemaking session a little over an hour ago, Quinn had instructed her to go to her room to pack. Dressed in a pantsuit not at all unlike the one she’d arrived in, and leaving the clothes behind that Quinn had purchased for her, her heart felt heavy as she sealed her suitcase. She swallowed the knot in her throat, her gut warning that this could very well be the last she was going to see of Quinn, considering he hadn’t made mention of seeing her or continuing with their relationship when they left this idyllic island behind.
A knock came on her door and she hurried to it, but disappointment settled in her stomach when she found Michael there to collect her.
"Mr. Montgomery is ready to escort you back home."
She followed him to the plane, and took her seat in the back as Quinn, who was once again dressed in his flight suit, flew her back home. She sat quietly, and while she tried to catch his attention, he kept his eyes forward and his focus on the controls. A long time later they landed, and she tried not to appear as apprehensive as she felt when he opened her door to help her from the plane. His crew came to greet him and tend to the plane. He spoke to them as she stood there waiting for instructions, waiting to see what came next but her heart fell into her stomach when he asked, "Do you have a ride?"
"I left my car in underground parking."
"Very well." He gave a curt nod. "Have a safe drive home, Ms. Andrews."
Swallowing against the tightness in her throat, and hating that things were ending this way, she made her way to her car. Blurry eyed, she drove the short trip home, and once inside her condo, she collapsed on her bed, exhaustion and heartache pulling at her as she fell into a fitful sleep.
Before she realized it, her alarm went off, and after hitting the snooze button, she climbed from her bed in need of coffee. As she walked to her closet to pull on her robe, she wondered what she’d wear to work, suddenly hating her entire wardrobe, hating that she had to make the choice each and every morning. Moving numbly and trying not to think of Quinn, she walked to the kitchen in desperate need of coffee, but the knock on her door startled her.
She hurried to it, hoping to find Quinn on the other side, but terrified that she wouldn’t. She pulled it open and found a courier standing there, a beautifully wrapped gift box in his hand.
"Please sign here," he said, looking rather bored.
Pulse leaping, she scribbled her name down, and rushed to her kitchen table, shaking the light box as she went. She tore off paper, then removed the lid, setting aside the note as the beautiful dress inside gained her full attention.
Quinn…
She pulled the silk from the box and held it to her, the material so soft and luxurious against her body. The dress was professional enough for work—which touched her deeply, because it showed how much he truly cared for her and the image she needed to maintain as a lawyer––yet it was still sexy and sophisticated and would showcase her curves in a classy, stylish way.
She searched the box, pulling out the tissue paper until she came upon a push-up bra, but no panties to be found. A moan of excitement bubbled in her throat and her pussy quivered in erotic delight as she thought about going to work sans panties, with no one it the world knowing but her and Quinn.
As she thought about all the things he did to her, for her, during their whirlwind weekend, she ripped open the note. As she read it, her heart leapt with joy, knowing she was the luckiest woman in the world to have such an attentive and wonderful Dom like Quinn caring for her.
Emotions rose in her and heat settled deep between her legs but there was nothing she could do to contain her squeal of delight rising from her throat when she read the note a second time.
"You are to wear this to work, and nothing else. I will be by to see you at some point during the day, and if I discover that you’ve strayed from my instructions…you will be punished."
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Cathryn is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.
A maritime native and former financial officer, Cathryn has lived all over Canada but has finally settled down in her childhood hometown with her family.
Other Books by Cathryn Fox
Single Titles
Hands On with the CEO
Yours to Take
Torn Between Two Brothers
Spring Fling
Hold Me Down Hard
Holiday Spirit
Breaking Free
Blood Ties
One on One
Dance of the Dragon
Unleashed
Sun Stroked
Knocking on Demon’s Door
Web of Desire
Firefighter Heat
Fever
Siren
Flash Fire
Summer Lovin’
Crashing Down
Wasted Summer
Weekend Cowboys
Cowboy’s Way
Bedding Down
Riding Bareback
Pleasure Games
Pleasure Control
Pleasure Prolonged
Pleasure Exchange
Pleasure Inn
All Tied up
All Worked Up
All Lit Up
Eternal Pleasure
Instinctive
Impulsive
Indulgent
Hell
Hotter Than Hell
Hell’s Angel
Raise A Little Hell
Excerpts
If you would like to read more Cathryn Fox stories, she recommends His Obsession Next Door, the first in her new In the Line of Duty series, which leads to His Trouble in Tallulah, His Strings to Pull, His Taste of Temptation and His Moment to Steal.
Or if you want hotter and shorter, Cathryn recommends her Firefighter Heat series, currently consisting of FEVER, SIREN, and FLASH FIRE.
Here are two short excepts from HIS OBSESSION NEXT DOOR and FEVER
His Obsession Next Door
Cathryn Fox
Excerpt
What the hell did she think she was doing?
Night blanketed the city as Cole stood near his living room window, watching Gemma mill about her condo through the crack in her curtains. His condo might be the only one with a direct view into her place, but if someone passed by on the street, they could easily see her barely clad body moving from one room to another.
Dressed in a silky little piece of nothing that had his passion-rattled mind urging him to go over there and fuck some sense back into her, he fisted his hands, drove them into his pockets and rocked back and
forth on his heels.
A slow tremor worked its way through his body. His cock, still hard since setting sight on her four days ago, when she’d answered her door in a silky nightgown, was ready to break through its zippered barrier and rise up for a front row seat. Seeing her standing there looking all warm, soft, sexy and sleepy, had him aching to capture her in his arms and carry her straight back to her bed. Once he had her where he wanted her he’d climb between those long legs of hers and bury his mouth in the apex of her thighs—something he’d been dreaming of doing for far too long now. Christ, what he wouldn’t have done to spend the rest of that day making her scream for him. And scream she would. He growled, and on the floor near his feet, Charlie, who had healed up quite nicely since his surgery, thumped his tail.
Cole gave a hard shake of his head in a failed effort to clear it. He’d been watching her for three long nights now, going into his fourth, and he was pretty sure the girl next door—one who suddenly seemed more seductive than sweet—was up to her old tricks, teasing and tormenting him to the point of distraction.
"That girl is going to be the death of me," he said to his dog, and Charlie gave a whimper, like he was fully aware of Cole’s discomfort.
The light in her living room flicked off. Cole shifted, about to grab a cold beer to help tamp down the heat inside him when her bathroom light came on. Jesus, with her curtains parted he could see her standing in front of her mirror, her hands gripping the hem of her camisole. He swallowed, hard, and tried not to look. He really did. But by God, even though ogling the half-naked beauty across the street was all kind of wrong, there was nothing he could do to tear his gaze away from the woman who’d become the object of his obsession. After all, he was a man, and a man only had so much willpower.
She peeled her top off to expose the most luscious breasts he’d ever set eyes on. As lust settled deep in his groin his cock throbbed, aching for attention. Working to summon a modicum of control as she wiggled, he gripped the windowpane and swallowed down the saliva pooling in his mouth. He couldn’t see below her waist, but from the way her breasts were swaying, her long dark curls flaring around her face, he could only guess she was shimmying out of her panties.
Fuck.
She turned her back to the window and reached into her shower to turn it on. If he wasn’t mistaken she shot a sassy glance his way before climbing in. Son of a bitch. She really was fucking with him
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