by T. L. Reeve
“Yes,” she answered. “It’s time.”
“Indeed it is. How long do we have before the conference?” He curved his palm around her hip, and she cuddled closer to him.
“About an hour.”
“Perfect. I have the urge to watch you suck my dick again.”
“Well, then, what are we waiting for, Master?” She slipped from his arms and went to her knees in front of him.
“I was just about to ask the same thing, sweetheart,” he said, threading his fingers through her hair.
Chapter Ten
Quin glanced out the window of the private jet, and watched the San Gabriel Mountains come into view as they got closer to LAX. Joaquin and Charlie had been working with the private detectives and a few of Charlie’s friends within in Los Angeles Police Department.
Unbeknownst to Rafael, who sat in Joaquin’s home near Malibu Beach, today would be his last day of freedom for a long time. The authorities in Spain awaited his brother’s return with Miguel, who arrived the day before on a commercial flight. One person already sat in jail back in Madrid. An underling, someone who fancied herself in love with Rafael, had helped him hide money several times after he stole it from the company “Penny for your thoughts?” he murmured, while rubbing the sensitive skin between her thumb and index finger.
“How long do you think your ex-employee will be in prison?” she asked.
“Why?”
“I kind of feel bad for her.” She shrugged. “I guess I understand what she’s going through right now, you know?”
He gathered her in his arms. “I suppose out of all of us, you could.” Sympathy filled his voice. “I’d like to say she’d only spend a few months to a year in prison, but I don’t know.”
“He ruined her life.”
“Yep. Rafael is known to leave a path of destruction wherever he goes. Worst part, he doesn’t care who he hurts along the way.” He kissed the top of her head. “How does it feel to be home?”
“This isn’t my home anymore. There’s too much negative in the city I loved. Too much has tainted it for me, and I almost don’t recognize it anymore. Nor myself.” Which is a good thing. “I’m stronger now. Wiser.”
“I am so very proud of you, Quin. I know coming home is hard for you after everything you experienced, but you’re right. You are stronger. Braver. And, you’re mine.”
“Too true.”
“You know, we still have an hour before we land.” A mischievous glint brightened his gray eyes. “Is it cliché to ask if you’ve ever joined the mile-high club?”
She laughed. “No, Master. But the truth is, no. I’ve never joined.”
“Good to know.” His fingers to drifted down her belly and settled between her thighs. He swiped his finger across her clit then pressed down. Her hips lifted to his touch, seeking it out. “Take off your panties and give them to me.” Without a second thought, she removed them and handed them to her Master. “Eyes on me.” He lifted her panties to his nose and inhaled. A low growl spilled from him. “Push your skirt up over your hips. I want you to straddle me.”
“Yes, Master.” She did as he asked, situating herself across his lap. The chances of them getting caught were nil. The staff would be scarce while they played. Joaquin skimmed his hands up her sides then over the full swells of her breasts.
“I know you’re worried about the looming deadline. You’re pulling away from me.”
“Not really,” she lied.
His hand landed on her ass with a resounding crack, and she arched against him. “Don’t lie.”
“Okay, a little bit.” In an instant the armrests were up and he’d pushed her over his lap, her ass exposed to anyone’s perusal. “Master?”
He brought his hand down on her rear once more. “If you’re afraid I would walk away, you should have brought it to my attention, because it would mean I’m not doing my job.” He spanked her ass again then caressed her heated flesh.
“You’ve been amazing.” Joaquin took a chance on a woman who’d been a shell of herself and remade her. He hadn’t taken superglue and put her shattered pieces back together. No, he’d taken those shattered pieces, melted them down, and poured her into a new mold. She had a backbone now. “I’ll never be able to thank you enough.”
“There you go again, saying good-bye before you know the ending of our story,” he murmured, landing another strike to her backside. “Do you want to leave after midnight?”
“No,” she answered. “But, I have to be realistic about things as well. Because, sometimes, things aren’t what they seem and before we’re done, you could very well tell me this is the end.”
“I could. You would have fulfilled our contract. You didn’t disappoint me, and you learned things about yourself as well. I could let you go knowing I did my job and not think twice about it.” He smacked her ass again. “But, it’s not what I want. Why don’t you ask me what I want?”
“W-what, uh.” She swallowed hard. “What would you like, Master?”
“You.”
So simple, yet complex. He didn’t just want her; he wanted her submission and her love. “You make it seem so simple.”
“It is, when you forget about pretenses and reservations. When you put aside trepidation and what-ifs. Your fear will always be there until you feel safe. As much as this contract helped you to heal, sweetheart, it also made sure I could prove to you that you can trust again and show you not all men are like Tony.” He slipped his fingers between her slick folds and teased her clit.
Joaquin continued to play with her. His fingers caressed the area around her clit but never touched it, which added to the arousal coursing through her. When she begged him for more, his touch gentled, almost to the point of nonexistent. Then he began again, tracing her lips, around her clit, and back down to her entrance. He wiggled his finger, and she clenched, trying to draw him in. Heat burned through her. Her blood boiled, and her heart pounded. Too much, though not enough. She moaned, rubbing her pussy across his thighs, seeking relief from his sweet torture. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he crooned. “Finger fuck you? Taste you? Spank you? Be specific.”
“All of it.” She writhed above him, pushing back into his grasp so not to lose the warmth of his caress. “All of you.”
“And what do I get in return?”
The test. Her test. “All of me.” Simple words to say, but they meant so much more. In saying those words, she gave him every bit of her. Her accomplishments, her worries and fears. Her happiness, her sorrow. Her trust. “Please, Joaquin. I trust you to make me fly. I trust you to keep me safe.”
“Ah, no sweeter words ever said.” He righted her in his lap then worked his pants open. “Ride me, Quin. Make love to your Master.” She lifted slightly then lowered herself onto his erection. “So good, sweetheart.” He palmed her ass, shifting her over him in a steady pace.
Her head fell back, and she clutched at her breasts squeezing them. Though the confines of the seat controlled how much they could move, the added friction increased the amount of pleasure rolling through her. She cried out, leaning back to take him deeper. A forbidden passion took root inside her while naughty images sprang to her mind. What if someone found them? Would they watch? The idea of another man or woman staying to observe them sent a pulse of pure bliss through her.
Leaning forward, Quin murmured her need for more. “Harder, please.” Joaquin’s hand landed against her backside. Her pussy to quivered in response. She shuddered in his arms and asked for more.
He accented each thrust with a slap to her ass, until her pace quickened. Each shift of her hips brought her closer to the edge as she sobbed, seeking the right spot to send her over, but Joaquin took back the control, his pace steadied, allowing the burn to grow deep inside her. The flames of desire grew, engulfing her until she became a pile of ash. Yet he didn’t stop, and, like the phoenix, she rose with him. Quin climbed the mountain, chasing her climax—waiting for the perfect moment to tumble do
wn and bask in her release. “Come for me, preciósa.”
Joaquin fit his palm between their bodies and toyed with her clit, sending a punch of euphoria through her. She clung to him as her world shattered into a million pieces. Her orgasm crashed over her in waves of pure decadence, leaving her limp and sated. Below her, Joaquin stilled, grunting through his release while whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
***
A prim and proper Quin stepped off his corporate jet twenty minutes later. Her face turned up toward the sun, and a smile flirted at the corner of her lips. The tiny glimpses of herself she continued to gift him with made his heart soar. He loved her. Buried deep inside her on the plane, he’d known. She’d given of herself so freely, uncaring what others thought of her. The Quin he’d met several weeks ago would never have considered playing on the plane. She would have told him no straight up and gone about her business. After he settled everything with his brother, he had one more test for her. Packed away in his suitcase was a leather-and-gold collar he’d had made for her. Tonight, at midnight, he planned on taking her back to her club and collaring her.
When the town car pulled up, he held the door for her and ushered her inside. First, they needed to get the business at hand out of the way. Charlie already called ahead to inform Miguel they were on the way.
On the short drive over to the house, Quin seemed to grow pensive. “Did you know I conduct most of my business from here?” He gave her a wry grin. “A little devious on my part not telling you the full truth, but I wanted you to get used to being with me without all the pretenses. So, if you wanted to work from here, we could stay.”
“What about Charlie and Harley, would they have to stay in Spain as well?”
“No, this arrangement has always been temporary. When the company could stand on its own two feet, we planned on coming back to the States. I didn’t grow up in Spain, Quin. I grew up here and moved to New York as a teen.”
She sat in stunned silence then licked her lips. “I still want to go back to Spain.”
“Not a problem,” he said. “What else do you want?”
“You already know,” she whispered.
“Well, you’re in luck; you have me.” He laced his fingers with hers and sat back. “Relax, sweetheart, this will all be over soon, and we can go home.”
But, she didn’t relax. She sat against him, worrying her bottom lip and staring out the window. Was she waiting for the other shoe to drop? Did she think by asking him if they could stay in Spain he would reject her? Damn that asshole Tony for making me doubt the decisions I make.
Joaquin leaned in to whisper to her when his phone went off. The police were on the way with Miguel on standby. Charlie had also called ahead, and a friend of his from the police department would be there as well. Anything to keep the situation under control sounded good to Joaquin. The car slowed, taking the winding curves of the canyon road, inching them closer to his home.
“Who was that?”
“Charlie. Miguel should be at the house when we get there, and LAPD is on the way, too. It’s almost over, preciósa. By tomorrow morning, we’ll be on our way home.
“Sounds great” She tried as she might to feel some happiness in a dreary situation.
“You know you can always talk to me if something is bothering you, Quin.”
“I know. I think it’s just nerves. I’ll be glad when we get this whole thing behind us.”
“So will I.”
Quin pointed out the passenger window, effectively ending the conversation. “Looks like your guy is already here. Are you ready?”
“I guess we’re about to find out.”
Chapter Eleven
Miguel met them at the gate to Joaquin’s mansion. The palatial home sat on the cliffs overlooking Malibu Beach Most of the multimillion-dollar homes were owned by some celebrity or another, but right now, she couldn’t focus on her surroundings or how pretty his house was. They were there on business. The car pulled to a stop behind the private eye’s rental vehicle and Joaquin got out.
A few minutes later, an unmarked sedan followed by a police cruiser pulled up. A tall, dark-haired man strode over to Joaquin and shook his hand. “My name is Detective Gabriel Rios. I’m Charlie’s friend.”
“It’s good to meet you, Detective. I was just getting an update from my PI.”
Fear took root in her belly. She didn’t know what to expect with his brother. For all she knew, he could go down in a blaze of glory, taking out everyone in sight, including the man she loved. Quin opened the door and got out, staying close to her lover. “Miguel, what do you have for me?” Joaquin asked.
“Not much,” Miguel answered. “He went out last night, partied until the wee hours, and brought home a couple of hookers. They left about two hours later, and he’s been asleep ever since then.”
“Wonderful,” she muttered.
“Indeed. I suppose we should go in and get this done with. I have other things I would rather do with my time,” Joaquin concurred.
Miguel and Gabriel waited for Joaquin to open the gate for them. Once inside, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and shut off the alarm to the house. Quin watched in awe as he also opened the front door with the device. “Convenient little gadget you got there, Mr. de la Fuente.”
“Thank you, Miss Abraham. It’s Fuente Security technology.”
“Of course. Subtle plug for your equipment,” she teased.
“I’ve got something I’d liked to plug,” he muttered, entering his home. “I am assuming he’s up in my room. Quin, please stay down here and out of the way. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” She stayed in the foyer of the house, staring up at the dual staircase leading to the second floor of the house. While Miguel and Detective Rios went up one set, Joaquin went up the other.
All three men disappeared down separate hallways. The knots in her stomach tightened, and she held her breath. If they were lucky, Rafael would be so out of it, he wouldn’t know what happened to him. Once they arrived back in Spain, the police would take over and lock his ass up. If everything went according to the plan.
“What the fucking hell!” Rafael hollered.
At the sound of breaking glass and harsh thuds of bodies hitting the walls of the house, she cringed. Her heart tripped a beat. Any minute, Joaquin’s brother might run down the stairs and out the door, without so much as a kiss my ass. Another shout followed by a grunt. “You stupid motherfucker. Did you think you could get away with taking money out of my business? Did you think I wouldn’t find you?” Flesh hit flesh, and Quin had a feeling it was Joaquin hitting his brother.
“Like you’d miss it, asshole,” Rafael hissed. “I ran your fucking company for you so you could stay in this fucking house and live like a player!”
“You ran my company into the ground.” The sound of Joaquin’s voice grew close, and she could hear their heavy footfalls. “Where’s my money?”
“What money?” Rafael appeared first. Detective Rios had him by the biceps, his hands were cuffed behind his back, while Joaquin and Miguel following close behind. No wonder the man could get anything he wanted. He looked exactly like Joaquin. “I don’t have any money,” he said, struggling against the bonds holding him in place.
“Then you can tell the police in Spain what you did with it.” Joaquin straightened his jacket when they got to the bottom of the steps.
“Hey, who’s the bitch?”
Joaquin decked his brother. “Quin is mine. Watch your fucking tone.”
“Fuck you,” Rafael retorted, spitting blood out on his hardwood floor.
Quin shook her head, shocked by the vile things his brother said to Joaquin. “Can we go now?” she asked, laying her head on his chest.
“Yes, we can.” He winked. “Miguel, Detective Rios, call me if you have any issues. Let the Guardia know I will be on a plane tomorrow morning to sign any paperwork they may have for me.”
“Sounds good,”
Miguel replied. “I’ll grab my guy and head out. Our flight leaves in two hours. Should be time to get this puta cleaned up enough to pass through customs and for the good detective here to process him. I am sure the Guardia will have what we need waiting at the police department so we can get him extradited in a timely fashion.”
“Have a nice flight, Rafael. I’m sure you’ll fit right in with your new digs.” He held Quin just a little tighter and walked back to the car waiting for them. “I’m hungry. Let’s go have lunch.”
***
Joaquin escorted Quin into the club, and guided her over to a small table away from the open play area. The plane had taken off as scheduled with Rafael onboard. Thank fuck. The last text he’d received from Miguel came at thirty thousand feet. His brother was sleeping comfortably, courtesy of a little sedative.
Now he could enjoy his evening with his submissive. He’d meant to collar Quin tonight at midnight, but after the long, grueling day they both endured, they’d be asleep by then. He called ahead to have the place prepared for him, and Charlie and Harley would be watching via closed-circuit TV, which he procured for this event. He didn’t want Quin to be without her best friend, but sometimes, the best laid plans of mice and men didn’t turn out the way they desired.
While they waited for Charlie to join them, he sat down at the table with Quin and ordered them both a drink. They deserved it, after everything they’d been through. “So, any clue what kind of a scene you’d like participate in tonight?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her as they relaxed.
“I’m not sure.” She glanced over at him. “I don’t know about you, but I am beat.”
“We’ll watch a scene, have some dinner, then go home.” He kissed her temple. “I might have a special treat waiting for you there. We can always hit the villa in Madrid this weekend.”
She perked up a bit and turned to him. “What is it?”
“You’ll see.” When a male sub came to their table, he cocked his brow. “Can I help you?”