With his cock deep inside, his fist wrapped around my ponytail, and his other hand clasped over my mouth, he fucked me. Bucking so hard, carpet burn incinerated my pantyhose in a matter of seconds.
But every time he thrust, I pushed back to meet him. I bowed more than I’d ever bowed before, relishing in the burn of my hair being tugged. My lungs strained as Q grunted and rutted, taking me true to his word.
Little whimpers and mewls sounded low in my throat, but Q captured every one.
My fingernails ached with how hard I dug into the carpet, and I flinched when Q let go of my hair to dig his nails deep into my hip, wrenching me backward, so his hipbones collided with my ass.
I groaned as his fingernails suddenly broke the thin barrier of skin, imprinting claw marks. Yet another autograph, another claim of ownership.
It unravelled me.
My pussy swelled and welcomed, it sparked and heated and melted. The orgasm started in my heart, working its way over my jaw, scalp, and spine. Every scorching trail it travelled, I trembled.
Don’t come. Don’t come.
The mantra was no use when every thrust of Q’s cock overrode my commands. He owned me—it would be his fault I came.
“Take your punishment, Tess. Fucking take all of me.” My mind screamed that I had taken all of him. His darkness, his worst, but he didn’t mean spiritually. He meant purely physical.
He tugged on my hair again, pulling me onto my knees. Once upright, his arm latched around my chest while fingers twisted my nipple through the flimsy lace of my bra.
I reached back to weave my fingers into his hair, loving the silky thickness, the shortness, the manly feel of his scalp.
The moment he pinched my nipple, the first wave of my long-awaited orgasm swelled deep and strong in my belly. “Oh, God.”
Q froze.
His cock twitched inside, throbbing with blood and unshed come, but he held himself dead calm, causing my orgasm to pop and fade.
I grabbed his ear, wanting to twist and scream that he finished what he started, but I didn’t dare.
“Did you come, esclave?” His voice was breathless, sinfully hot on my nape.
I shook my head. “No, but, please. Let me, Q.”
“You said those same words when you were chained and whipped in my bedroom. Remember how I fucked you with my tongue? How you rode my mouth with your legs on my shoulders?”
His voice painted far too vivid pictures in my head. I rocked back, sitting hard on his cock, causing his length to hit the top of my womb.
He gave a startled curse before his arms banded around me, forcing me to still. “Remember?”
“I remember. I want to do it again. I want your mouth on me.”
“You’ll have to earn it,” he whispered, biting my ear, causing me to jolt in his hold.
He let me go with one arm and fumbled behind him. A moment later a flash of turquoise caught my eye as he captured my wrists, positioning them behind me.
My centre of gravity shifted as Q bound my wrists with his tie. With him deep inside and my hands restrained behind my back, I toppled forward. But Q caught me, helping steady me while lowering me to the floor. “Put your cheek on the carpet.”
Letting me angle my head, Q waited before releasing me. Blood rushed to my temples, and my tender neck screamed, but I didn’t make a peep.
My heart rate ratcheted as the helicopter swooped to the right. How close were we to Paris?
“Fuck, you look amazing like this. Tied up, impaled, completely at my mercy.” He trailed a fingertip along the crack of my ass, working down until he touched where we joined. Warm wetness smeared both of us. He stole some of it to swirl around my clit.
My legs flinched, trying to close against the sudden intensity. “Q!”
“I’m going to fuck you now, Tess. Do not come until I tell you to.”
True fear rose. I didn’t have control of my body to promise. I’d come on the first thrust. I bit my lip, preparing myself for the hardest obedience yet.
Q linked his fingers around the tie binding my wrists. Discomfort flared in my shoulders as my back arched, and legs splayed even further. The burn in my knees from the carpet turned my legs to fire.
The pace Q set was contradictory to what I expected. He started long and deep and slow. Luxuriating, languishing, pulling out almost to the tip, before slowly entering me again.
The thrice denied orgasm built again, coiling tighter with every stroke.
“Tonight, I’m going to tie you upside down and force you to drink my come, esclave. Then I’m going to eat you until you forget your own name.”
Shit, Q’s voice was an aphrodisiac. One more sentence and I’d explode.
“I’m going to do so many things to you. So many fucking sinful thi—” Q groaned, stopping mid-word as he thrust deep and hard.
He shattered the gentle rock, increasing the tempo until his balls slapped against my clit. I squeezed my eyes against the brain-warping need to come.
As Q lost himself in me, I lost myself to him. The sound of the helicopter faded away, and the most important thing in the world was the connection between us. The intrinsic link of male and female.
Q pinched my clit as he thrust violently, sending us forward a few centimetres. His hip bones bruised my ass as he turned savage. Gone were the long and measured thrusts. These were short and sharp and entirely explosive.
“Fuck, esclave. Fuck, yes.” He let go of my bound wrists and spanked me once—hard and biting as he rippled inside; jets of hot come set off my own reaction, and I combusted.
The orgasm thundered into being but then teetered on edge, almost as if it expected to be denied again. The pain of being held in limbo made me cry out.
I writhed and bucked against Q’s relentless pace.
“You have my permission. Come. Squeeze around my cock.” Q thrust harder, stroking my clit until I had no choice but to fall.
I plummeted over the edge.
I surrendered to the pulsating waves of bliss.
My entire body contracted, and every part of me supernovaed into tiny particles. The little pieces of my soul collided, before reforming into something new.
My past no longer existed. My future was uncertain, but one thing was for sure, Q tumbled me headfirst into vulnerability, stripping me bare.
When the last tremor quaked through me, it ripped me apart, leaving my head swimming, lungs screaming, and my body completely limp. The sensation of being put back together after a world-altering orgasm brought me to tears.
I’d been reborn.
Q chuckled, still rock hard inside, but his voice sounded off as if he forced himself to speak. “I could come just from you milking my cock.”
He pulled out and gently undid the tie from around my wrists. My body refused to move from the face-plant-ass-up position, and I moaned in pleasure as he wiped his come from between my legs with his expensive silk tie.
What just happened to me?
Once he finished, he stood and gathered me from the ground. Not meeting my eyes, he quickly secured his trousers and stuffed his tie into the same pocket that held my knickers.
His body was supple, sated, but his eyes were tight.
I reached to pull my skirt down, but he stopped me with his large hands. “Let me.”
When our eyes connected, I stopped breathing. Whatever happened to me, he sensed it. He saw my confusion, my fragility.
His face danced with confliction along with a trace of self-loathing.
With aching tenderness, he smoothed down my skirt, frowning at the tear in the fabric he’d caused. We breathed each other as he carefully fastened the delicate buttons on my blouse. His hands were gentle and reverent as he repaired the damage, his knuckles brushing the sensitive flesh of my breasts.
His lips stayed tight in concentration, and I fell a little more.
Fell further into lunacy for this man who made me live.
When the last button was done he paused, not moving away. “Tess…”
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I shook my head. Now was not the time to acknowledge what happened between us. I wanted to savour it. Protect it.
He nodded, eyes troubled. He guided me into a chair and did up my seat belt. Leaning over me, he gave me the sweetest smile, whispering, “I think we just joined the mile high club.”
I laughed softly as he sat in his own chair and glanced out the window. He looked pensive, completely wrapped up in his thoughts. The air between us no longer seethed with sexual tension, it hummed with emotional connection.
I knew why Q looked quiet—it was because something deeper than just sex had happened. My mind felt it, my heart welcomed it—in the moment where Q made me splinter, I let down an unconscious wall. A wall that had been there my entire childhood—a foundation so I could have some sense of happiness, all while being unloved by my parents.
Q shattered that wall, and he felt it, too.
Something soft webbed between us, and I hoped it was the beginning of our future.
I sighed, resonating with bruises and aches.
High above the world, we were in perfect twisted harmony.
Chapter Five
Quincy
You crawled into the darkness, set my monster free,
so scream, bleed, call out to me, but never say stop, never flee…
I’d done it.
I did what I was after—what the beast was after.
I broke her.
I damaged something deep within Tess, and it fucking butchered me. I wanted to apologise, to slam to my knees and beg for her forgiveness, but she shook her head when I began, shutting me out.
I didn’t know what the fuck happened. Nothing outwardly changed, but something had crumbled—some barrier between us—some ledge we hadn’t crossed.
As the helicopter began its descent from clouds to city, I beat myself up for punishing her. For demanding too much, too soon.
I fucking broke something deep inside her. What if I’ve ruined everything?
Risking a look at Tess, I flinched at the shadows around her neck and the fading carpet pattern on her cheek. Her eyes were closed with a tiny smile on her pink, perfect lips.
She’d removed her pantyhose to get rid of evidence of our in-flight entertainment and her skin was flushed.
My heart thudded hard, spreading foreign warmth through my body. The longer I stared, the more I wanted to wrap her up and keep her safe, but in the same thought, I wanted to kill and ruin anyone who came near her.
I wanted to highlight her bruises, mark her skin, so everyone knew she belonged to me. I wanted to brand her, to scar her, to wear her blood as a blatant warning to any man who ever looked in her direction.
Shit! I’m fucked up to want to hurt her so badly. I was right to send her back to Brax, and wrong to accept her back. She would never be free now. Not now I’d tasted her submission, felt the break in her psyche.
The delicious snap had sounded like a gong in my heart. I felt her break; I wanted to crawl deep inside her and find out what part of her yielded to me.
It was a sick addiction, and I wanted more. More. More. More.
I wouldn’t be satisfied till I broke every barrier, consumed every thought.
Leaning forward, I put my head in my hands, trying to massage away the rapidly forming headache.
I’d always thought of myself as steel. Forged in hatred for my own father, sculptured by a will of iron to never bend to my heinous family traits. I’d always believed I was invincible. But I wasn’t.
Turned out Tess was a furnace—the fucking kiln and smelter who gave no choice but to buckle and melt and turn into liquid.
Steel didn’t change. It couldn’t change its molecular structure, but liquid metal…it could. Other elements could be added, minerals removed, impurities purged, until an entirely new composite existed.
That’s how I felt.
Melting, changing, evolving.
I just hoped I survived the transition.
* * *
“Bonjour, Mr. Mercer. Directement au bureau?” Straight to the office?
I scowled at the chauffeur. In his penguin suit and slicked-back hair, he looked like any other member of my countless staff on call to run me around, do errands, and make sure the fucking scary CEO of Moineau Holdings was happy.
I was never happy.
But today I was worse than normal. I was wound tight and confused, but I kept my tangled emotions hidden beneath a blank angry façade. “Oui.” I smiled tightly in thanks, all the while wondering how the hell I was going to get through the day.
Ushering Tess off the helicopter and into the back of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, I tried to keep my hands soft instead of grabbing her and shaking the crap out of her. Tell me what broke! Tell me if I ruined you.
I wanted her to admit I ruined her as much as I hoped to fuck I hadn’t. Would I ever have one thought that wasn’t schizophrenic?
Tess slid onto the side seat, looking serene and content against the beige leather. She looked around, taking in the crystal bar, the big-screen TV, the decadence of such a vehicle.
“It’s a morning full of surprises,” she whispered.
I didn’t think she meant for me to hear, but as I settled onto the backseat, I asked, “Care to tell me what the other surprises were?”
Perhaps the bit where you came undone, and it snapped so loudly, I heard it in my fucking soul?
I kept my balled hands hidden between my legs, portraying the picture of calm and stability. When really I wanted to slap her and demand the truth.
But her entire demeanour turned languid and hard to read. She moved as if she had a delicious secret. She didn’t move like a woman I’d destroyed.
Trying to tame my rapid heartbeat, I waited for her to answer. But she shook her head and looked out the window as the chauffeur started the car and pulled away. We were on a landing pad on top of a parking garage I owned. My office was next door. The inconvenience of driving the final three minutes paid in dividends for the use of roof space.
Tess picked up a champagne flute with a sparrow flying over a skyscraper etched into the glass. She ran her thumb over the engraving, turning to look at me. “Have I told you how much I love your logo?”
My lips twitched a little. I loved it, too. It took countless days, sketching frantically when I was sixteen, trying to figure out a sigil that I would wear with pride.
Every time I saw it I sat taller, embraced the hard work I did, all because it allowed me to free so many women.
Blondes, brunettes, young, and old.
Without this company—without my success—I wouldn’t have been able to send so many home after a lifetime of torture. It wasn’t often I felt proud. A man like me with so many demons lashing at his soul could never be truly proud of the human he was, but in that moment, I let myself be content.
“I’m glad you like it.”
Suddenly, I regretted the four days with Tess I’d squandered. Instead of taking advantage of having her to myself, I’d buried myself in fucking paperwork, avoiding her questions, her requests for connection.
I’d blocked her off emotionally because I wasn’t ready. I’m still not fucking ready.
But now it felt like such a waste. I could’ve found out everything about her—asked her multiple questions, until I possessed every inch, every thought.
And now it was too late. I let her free. She was no longer my prisoner, secreted away in my house to whip and fuck. She would become known by my staff. She would become a part of my business world.
My throat closed up. Sickness rolled in my stomach, and for the first time since I was a boy, I felt loss. The terror that Tess would find others better than me. That she might one day grow to hate me and share my darkest secrets with the world.
I hated myself for the thought. I could trust her.
But I didn’t, and that one confession made me worse than every other fault combined.
Tess had accepted both me and my beast. She was falling in love with me. She had a
power over me that no one else had before. And I didn’t trust her.
Shit, I’m scum.
“I want to take you out to dinner tonight,” I grumbled, trying hard to battle back the darkness.
Tess’s eyes flew to mine. “Dinner? As in a date?” She laughed quietly. “It’s a bit backward, don’t you think? After you owning me and all.”
My back stiffened and the blackness billowed, welcoming me back into its embrace. “I can take you to dinner without your permission. All I need to do is starve you until you fucking yield.” The moment the words were out of my mouth, I rubbed my face, pressing my eyes with stabbing fingertips. Goddammit.
Sucking in a heavy breath, I amended, “I never owned you. I always intended to free you. I just—I couldn’t. Not before I—” I couldn’t finish, couldn’t admit to wanting to completely destroy her before returning her to her tame little fuckwit of a boyfriend.
“I broke my own law by keeping you, but I gave you back to him before I took everything.” I looked up, snarling. “I did the right thing!”
The same crushing weight I’d felt when I stalked from my bedroom the morning I sent Tess away, pushed me into the seat. I’d never felt so hopeless, so helpless, so alone as I did when I watched her plane take off.
Tess slid toward me, capturing my hand and running a gentle thumb over my knuckles. “I know you did the right thing. You wanted to protect me from you.” Her voice helped ease the immobilizing weight in my chest. I risked looking at her.
“The thing is I didn’t need protecting.” She flashed me a bright smile, dispelling the angst between us. “I would love to go to dinner with you, Q.”
Gravity shifted. Again. I dragged Tess into my lap, wrapping my arms tight around her. In my embrace, I held the moon and stars and planets. I held my future fucking happiness, and I’d kill myself if I ever fucked it up.
Tess wiggled in my lap, doing crazy things to my already swelling cock. “You don’t have to starve me either, you know.”
I snorted, dropping my head to inhale her crisp scent. In a moment of blinding honesty, I whispered, “Thank you. I’m still learning the correct etiquette for asking a woman out on a date.”
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