The muscles in his thighs went taut as she gorged herself on the length, and he let out a sharp hiss as her teeth scraped the head. He slumped back against the seat, a grin splitting his mouth, breathless with laughter.
‘That’s my good little cocksucker.’
Molly rose up and cradled his slick cock between her breasts. ‘Have you ever paid for it before?’
‘I am paying for it,’ he said, turning his attention back to her, and made his point by cupping the back of her head. ‘Suck.’
‘I mean really paid for it.’
‘I have, back before I started selling it. Nothing special. Curbside hookers.’ He shook his head and increased the pressure on her head. ‘You get what you pay for. Now, suck.’
She wrapped both hands around him and worked the hot skin while mouthing him with renewed vigour. His other hand joined the first and held her in place as he began to move his hips with her rhythm.
‘Come on, you can do better than that for four grand. Think about what I’m going to do with you once I’ve come in your mouth.’
His pace was threatening to overtake her, giving her a pretty good idea what he was going to do with her. That charming man she’d started the night with had taken the rest of the evening off and left her with the one she preferred above all others. When morning came there would be marks on her ass and thighs and the charming one would fuss over bruises Molly hadn’t even noticed were there.
His words turned to explosive, throaty sounds, and her hunger for him peaked. The momentum became his. Molly slipped one hand beneath her chin. Moisture had dripped down from her mouth and coated them both. His heavy balls were slick with it in her palm. Though she knew it was only momentary, Quinn relinquished his grip to let her lathe the shaft from tip to base. She curled her tongue under his balls, and moaned as she began to suck.
As he bucked against the onslaught, Molly quickly reached between her legs and rubbed her finger through her dripping seam. She moaned again, pushing the sound harder from the back of her throat.
He did precisely what she wanted: he slumped lower in his seat, and, with the lower part of his ass exposed, gave Molly the access she needed. Running her tongue once more along the underside of his cock, she pressed her finger between his taut cheeks.
It was an act she didn’t often indulge him with, but when she did she stripped him of the command he liked to have. The thrusts into her mouth no longer had purpose: the body took over and he moved out of raw need.
‘Yes – Christ, yes – God-damn it!’
Quinn twitched with such force the chair rocked. Alarmed, Molly drew back, but Quinn growled and released his hold on her. He grasped the seat beneath him. He slung one leg over her shoulder and his ankle pushed into the small of her back. The other leg joined the first and trapped her. But she owned him. She was his little fucktoy, but she was no puppet with strings to pull. She grasped him above the balls and met every thrust as deep as she could, matching his pace with the slick finger in his ass.
Another curse exploded from him, a garbled sound that morphed into a low moan that ended abruptly. As he surrendered completely and went taut, Molly closed her hand around his shaft and concentrated on jerking him, sucking him, fucking him and working for her money until he flooded her mouth.
Quinn became a man cracked, split right down the middle. Molly didn’t stop until he forced her by withdrawing his legs and pushing her away. He collapsed in his chair with his palms resting against his eyes and his entire body trembling.
She sat between his limp legs and wiped her mouth, which did nothing but make a bigger mess.
With a quick deep breath he discarded the undone creature he had become. He leaned forward and pulled the tie taut. ‘You’ll have to get this dry-cleaned for me.’
‘I’m not the one who made the mess.’
She touched her tongue to the corner of her mouth and prompted a laugh from him. He dropped the tie and once more offered his hand. Quinn might have appreciated her efforts but her knees hadn’t. By the time she stood wobbling on her heels, she couldn’t stop giggling.
He gave her ass a hard slap. ‘Get cleaned up in the upper bathroom, then meet me in the bedroom.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Oh, I like that.’ He caught her wrist and pulled her back to give her a couple more thundering slaps. ‘I like that a lot.’
‘I’ve called you “sir” before.’
‘When?’
She twisted around as he admired the impression his hand had made. ‘The first time we met, I said, “Welcome to the St James. How may I help you, sir?”’
‘But you didn’t mean it like you did just now. Go. I’ll be up in a minute.’
She went, strutting for him as she headed up the stairs. Once she was in the bathroom and out of his sight, she let out a deep breath and leaned back against the closed door.
It wasn’t real. She wasn’t really bought and paid for. Even when they had gone to Simon’s, the fix had been in, but it was nonetheless electrifying being told what to do. She was no submissive and Quinn was no dominant, but with the exchange of money those lines could be blurred.
Molly wiped her face and chest clean and left the tie hanging over the shower door, then stepped back into the bedroom just as Quinn made it up the stairs. He held up his hand, displaying a tube of lipstick which he then placed on the bedside table. ‘You’ll need this for later.’
She leaned in the doorway and watched while he pulled open the drawer. It always gave her a tickle when he delved in. Something old or something new could come out, and if it were the latter there would be the wait.
Like tonight. Out came the lime-green bag bearing the logo of his preferred sex shop. She almost quipped that he was soon going to run out of things to surprise her with, but the reveal shut her mouth.
He held out the red restraints and locked gazes with her. ‘Your colour.’
She shoved away from the threshold and crawled across the expansive bed. ‘Wrist or ankles?’
‘Both.’ He pulled out a second pair and dropped them both in front of her. ‘And a little something extra. Care to guess?’
Molly eyed the black box with interest. ‘Beads.’
‘No, but I’ll file that away for future reference. What I have for you, my lovely Miss Archer, is something very special.’
He lifted the top, and Molly grinned. That special something was a sleek metal dildo with a substantial shaft and a fat little plug jutting out at the base.
‘Too ambitious?’ he asked.
She screwed her nose at him. ‘What do you think?’
Quinn chuckled and rested the box next to the cuffs. ‘I think it’s time for you to get back to work. Get on your knees.’
She bit her lip and tried not to give in to the giggles as he went to work: wrists attached to the headboard, feet bound and spread. She rested her head on her hands and shivered as he drummed his fingers down her spine.
She did a poor job of muffling her laugh against her hand. ‘I should charge you extra for the restraints.’
‘Or I could leave you like this for a while.’
‘You wouldn’t.’
Her answer was a whispering sound of clothes against skin. The robe sailed past her head and crumpled on the floor.
‘No,’ he said softly. ‘Not when I can do this.’
The bed shook, and then came the hot point of his tongue penetrating her.
Molly instantly melted. The tension she didn’t realise she’d had in her shoulders moved like heavy rain through her body and transformed into a charge that hit her pussy in a deep throb. She tried to sprawl her legs apart for him and for the first time met the resistance of the ankle cuffs. The initial stab of frustration came and went, leaving surrender in its place.
She arched her back and whimpered as he planted two hands on her cheeks and spread her open. He flexed his tongue in and out, in and out, drawing and smearing moisture around the circumference of her sex.
As h
e licked downward, the tip of his finger replaced his tongue and dropped her in heaven and hell all at once. The teasing had begun, tongue sweeping around her clit just enough to titillate but not enough to satisfy, and the thrusts of his finger weren’t meant to give her any gratification. One finger dipped in and retreated, and another replaced it.
She knew where he was headed next and he quickly proved her right: once again he lapped at her gash while slippery fingers crooked into her ass. He kept her plugged while he fucked her, his mouth moving from her pussy to her clit in long, sweeping licks.
It went on and on, the intensity building slowly as she became slicker with every moment. Her pleading moans did nothing to spur him on. He was back on his game as the master of the bedroom, and he took his time with her pleasure.
That kiss deepened, sending wet smacking sounds into the atmosphere around her. She pushed back, and he paused to give her a warning smack.
The sting was just enough to sustain her for a little while longer. She curled her fingers into her palm like she could hold onto it, then opened her hand and let it free as he resumed his wicked work.
Sometimes she closed her eyes and wondered if he had always been this good, or if that first year of his career had been learning on the job. She tried to imagine him as a young man, weary of the world at eighteen but still so bright-eyed and impressionable, as eager to learn as he was to stuff his pockets. Yet could this be learned?
She rocked her forehead from side to side against her hands. No, it couldn’t be learned. Anyone could eat pussy. Only a sexual genius could command a body like he did, and now it was only her body he wanted to command. His enjoyment vibrated around her clit in the soft sounds he made.
She could never be sure if he’d let her have her orgasm or keep it from her a little longer, not until that first ripple rocked her. If she made it through the sobbing and squirming, she knew he would be generous.
When she pushed back on him a second time he didn’t rebuke her. The tension around her ankles increased, signalling his hold on the strap connecting the cuffs, and his finger probed her ass with firmer strokes to match the cadence of his tongue.
Molly took advantage of the mobility she had been allowed by grasping the cold bars of the headboard and arching up, then cried out as Quinn withdrew. She had been so close, so swollen and ready to disappear into that flash of heat and pleasure his tongue invoked.
The cuffs around her wrists came off long enough to detach her from the headboard. He pushed and pulled her around so that she knelt on weak knees, then drew her hands behind her back.
‘I don’t suppose you’ve ever been hogtied, have you?’
‘I’ve never really done restraints until you.’
‘Until you decided to play the pissy little bitch and earn yourself a nice set of cuffs, right?’
He laughed as he worked the links on the cuffs until it was all one mechanism. Heat emanated from him, and Molly was struck with the need to have her mouth upon him once more. But she held her tongue as his gently mocking tone stroked over her shoulders while he tied her up.
A small metallic snap followed by a tug she felt in both her arms and legs signalled the return of her bondage.
‘I’ve been hogtied,’ he said. ‘I’ve been whipped, pegged, gagged, spanked and all of the above – and I’ve given just as good as I took. I could probably sit down and make a list a mile long of all the things I’ve done. I might just do that, and you and I can spend the next few years ticking off every one of those things, along with a few innovations we can come up with on our own. Stay there.’
Molly blew out a deep breath. The patchwork of scenarios he had created in her head made her as dizzy as the tremors that ricocheted from her clit and throughout her abdomen. She rolled her shoulders, and, as he clambered from the mattress to the bedside in front of her, the room seemed to brighten; that’s what merely looking at him did to her world.
He had the open box in his hand and he brandished the steel dildo with a roguish grin. ‘Down, girl.’
‘You’re going to pay for that,’ she teased, but went down nonetheless, giving in to gravity until her cheek pressed against the bedding.
He ran his hand down her back, beginning at her damp hairline and ending with a trio of taps where her ass met her thighs.
Leaving her in this pose, Quinn disappeared and for a moment all Molly heard was the slap of bare feet on the bathroom floor followed by running water. He quickly returned, putting on an obvious show of polishing the dildo dry with one of his grey hand towels.
She thought of those glorious hands displaying something with a little more bite, a crop or a paddle, or maybe even a whip, and was ready again in an instant. She curved her spine and her sex opened up, beckoning for attention.
Quinn let the towel drop out of sight and seemed to bask in her attention. While far from the nearly bursting erection she’d made a treat out of, his cock was beginning to fill out and up again.
He dipped from view for a second, then returned and moved closer. He held the small bottle of lube in front of her face. ‘Open it.’
With a little giggle, Molly opened her mouth and quickly unscrewed the top. He remained at her side as he drizzled the cool liquid along her crack, and Molly closed her eyes and hummed through the luxury of that warmed, flared tip smearing moisture between her swollen lips.
Tricky devil he was, he evaded the eager mouth of her cunt and swept down to nudge her clit. The dildo had none of the glorious texture of his tongue, and even when he twisted it back and forth it did nothing more than deepen her longing to be stretched. She wanted one extreme or the other: a ravenous mouth or a thick shaft filling her.
‘Ask me for it,’ he muttered, knowing full well what he did to her. ‘That’s what I’m paying you for.’
‘Put it in,’ she said with a slight whine in her voice.
She wasn’t even sorry for it. What was the point of trying to hide what he did to her when he could see it with his own eyes? The squirming and the whimpering, the futile twist and turn of her wrists inside the cuffs: he’d turned her into his plaything, and she loved it.
Quinn swept the back of his hand along her spine. ‘Put it where? Do what?’
‘You bastard,’ she breathed, and braced herself for some sort of retaliation: a quick smack on the ass, even a complete retreat.
Instead he continued to pet her and lull her.
‘Fuck me with it,’ she whispered. ‘Fill me up with it. I want in in my pussy. I want it in my ass.’
He dipped the smooth tip into the wet passage he’d made. ‘This?’
Pressing her lips together, she turned her face into the bedding. ‘More.’
What he gave her, he took away. Only for a moment, though. Only long enough for her to make a helpless sound of protest, and then he gave her almost the entire length. The fat tip of the plug pressed against her tightest opening.
Once again, Quinn stroked her. ‘More?’
‘Yes – more. Please.’ She dug her nails into her palm as he doubly corked her.
‘How does that feel?’
‘Hmm, different.’
The weight and texture of the dildo had an almost alien quality, and it took her a few moments to rid herself of the thought of being probed. It had none of the rawness that she had come to expect from his other toys. The texture was too smooth and its weight too noticeable.
But, as he began to rock the toy, she rolled her eyes at its precision. Without the breadth of his cock or the vibration of his favourite toys, the steel dildo more than compensated with its ability to hit her G-spot again and again.
Quinn rested his hand between her shoulder blades and gave her just enough pressure to maintain his role as mastermind. The thing that kept her ass filled while stroking her inner wall was impressive, but it was nothing without Quinn’s ability to use it.
‘I think we both know where this is going,’ he said, rocking faster now. ‘You’re wet now but, baby, you are going to
soak this sheet when you come.’
Yes. Oh, hell, yes.
The electric shiver that raced outward from the tip of the dildo told her he spoke the truth. It didn’t happen every time, and, before Quinn, never without her most cherished vibe, but it was clear that his new toy was going to get a blue ribbon.
She twisted her head and looked up at the blurred shape of him perched just behind her. It took her a few tries before she was able to speak. Every time she filled her lungs, the insistent shudder of her inner walls took her breath away.
‘Play with my clit while you do it?’
Quinn groaned as he shifted out of sight. ‘I’m getting hard again playing with you. I was planning to have you suck me off again to get me there, but I don’t think we’re going to have any problems in that department.’
The restraints kept her spread apart, but not enough for her liking. She strained to open up more for him but to no avail. A burst of frustration rumbled through her, then was chased away by the two fingers he rubbed around her clit.
Molly squeezed her eyes shut. She drank it all in and made it as much a part of herself as the heart drumming in her chest. Muscles strained against their bondage, confused by their inability to break free and unconvinced when she assured them that this was what she wanted.
The sensation ceased so quickly that she thought that she had lost consciousness, but then Quinn revived it. He shifted the angle of the dildo and began again, this time fucking both long and short shafts in and out, and used his whole hand on her clit.
‘Come on. I gave you enough room to work those hips, so work them. Work for every one of those fifties.’
Pushing with her knees, Molly tried to find a rhythm with him, but how could she find something that didn’t exist? He wasn’t playing her body this time, he was just fucking it, and so she just tried to keep up with the chase.
Somewhere beneath the pounding in her body she heard him speak. She couldn’t catch a damn word, and she couldn’t tell if he was coaxing her or goading her. It didn’t matter any more.
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