Wrapping a gloved fist around his ready erection, she bit back a growl. The inability to feel his flesh irked her. With an inward groan of disappointment, she lifted her other hand and cupped his heavy sac, easing his balls from their confines as well. Heat rolled from between his parted legs like the summer sun, but it wasn’t enough. Ava ached to feel his hot flesh in her hands.
“Your coffee and a nice thick slice of our trademark Chocolate Sin cake, sir.”
Ava froze when the muffled voice of the waiter seeped under the table. Suddenly Quinn’s words came thundering through her brain: The desire to please shouldn’t be hidden away like a dirty little secret but worn proudly for the whole word to see. A wicked notion popped into her head, and Ava forced down the evil giggle bubbling up inside her. She planned to show him exactly how proud she was to be his submissive.
Opening her mouth wide, she plunged over his wide cock, taking his massive length all the way to the back of her throat in one big gulp. Quinn jolted, and a noise that sounded like a cough mixed with a moan rumbled from deep inside his chest, seemingly strangling in his throat. Ava released his cock with a soft snicker.
“Thank you,” Quinn stated to the waiter, recovering quickly from her surprise attack.
“I’d extend an offer for you to enjoy your dessert, but I have a feeling you already are,” Brice quipped with a chuckle.
“Like you can’t fucking imagine,” Quinn replied wholeheartedly.
Pride suffused Ava all the way to her toes as she opened once more and engulfed his glistening shaft. Quinn reached beneath the table and cupped the back of her neck, pressing her lips to the base of his cock. The cropped pubic hair tickled her nose, and long seconds passed as the breath trapped in her lungs began to burn. Silently alerting him to the fact she was running out of air, she gently rolled his balls in her palm, wishing she could feel his thin, soft skin ripple as it grew taut.
As Brice’s footsteps retreated, Quinn loosened the grip at her nape. Ava slid back and inhaled a great gulp of air before sliding the tip of her tongue up and down his rippled veins. She could feel his thundering heartbeat pulsating on her tongue. Her pussy clutched as if jealous over his attention directed to her mouth. Licking him from stem to tip, Ava marveled not only at his addictive taste but at the power contained beneath the skin of his steely cock.
Flattening her tongue, she curled it around his bulbous crest, pausing to nibble and suck the sensitive spot beneath the heart-shaped flange. His clear, free-flowing emulsion dripped past her lips and onto her tongue. Lost in the velvety slick textures, Ava issued a contented sigh.
“Be aware, the more you toy with me, girl, the longer I’ll make you suffer once I get you back to our room. Trust me. You won’t like it, either,” Quinn warned with a growl.
Several seconds later, a tempting moan vibrated through his body and reverberated over her busy lips.
“This cake is sinful, pet. Of course nothing can compare to your sweet mouth. However, if you don’t stop taunting me and suck the come from my aching balls, I won’t leave you a damn morsel.”
Ava couldn’t care less about cake at that moment. She was too enthralled with pumping her mouth up and down and swirling her tongue over every inch of him. All she wanted to do was feel his hot seed erupt down her throat.
Her pussy wept and her body tingled. Flames of desire licked up her spine and singed her veins while the stupid gloves distracted her more with each passing second. She hated how they stole her connection to Quinn. Yes, the sensation of him on her tongue was euphoric. Still, worshiping his cock this way felt muted and dulled, taking from her enjoyment. Why did he insist she wear the damn things anyway? They were stifling and confining like the veil of linen encasing her in this private tomb.
Ava longed to strip the irritating fabric away, toss the glove aside, and lay her bare hands on him…drink in all his familiar and exotic textures. She wanted to throw back the tablecloth, as well. The fact that she couldn’t watch the pleasure flutter over his face only increased the growing chasm disconnecting her from him. Though disenchanted, she didn’t stop servicing his cock with gusto even while the act felt sterile and void of their loving and sensual bond.
Quinn had spent a great deal of time and money planning their special time together, but why? What did he seek from her? What did he expect to gain from this impersonal, near public display of her submission? As a litany of questions careened through her brain, she dutifully sucked and swirled, determined to bring him all the pleasure she could give.
“Deeper, princess. Take me down that silky throat of yours.” Ava complied as Quinn groaned. “Swallow around me…oh, yes. That’s it.”
His gravelly tone left no doubt in her mind that she was indeed pleasing him, but without seeing the visible rapture on his face, shards of isolation pierced her heart.
The linen cloth separating them felt like a solid wall of marble. If Quinn wanted her to wear her submission proudly, for the whole world to see, why had he hidden her beneath the table? His words and actions clashed, like enemies on a battlefield. How could she openly bask in her submission while keeping their professional reputations free from jeopardy? It couldn’t be done.
So why had Quinn so brazenly splayed her out on the table and devoured her for the whole world to see? Technically there’d only been a skeleton crew to service their meal; still, his actions made no sense. Ava could still feel the cold champagne and Quinn’s warm tongue lapping at her cunt. A shiver of delight tore through her musings, but only for a few short seconds. Her brain engaged once more, trying to analyze the strange Dominance Quinn had displayed over the past several hours. As she split her focus between the task at hand—or rather mouth—and the need to bend to an unfamiliar submission, the puzzle pieces slowly started coming together.
Quinn had purposefully remained silent when he joined her in their hotel room. He’d wanted her to think she was giving a lewd masturbation show to some unknown stranger. Why else would he have remained quiet? But why? Was it all some kind of test to see if she’d freak the hell out? Which she had. Even after failing him, Ava had willingly accepted his punishment—the harshest Quinn had ever doled out. She thought she’d paid her penance. So why did she feel as if he’d extended her sentence?
“You’re not focusing, princess. Do I need to drag you onto the table once more?”
Quinn’s low grumble drew her from her thoughts. Ava directed her attention to his cock, working her mouth up and down with renewed vigor. She was rewarded with his guttural moans of pleasure and soft-spoken praises. Still, her mind continued to search for the meaning behind his peculiar Dominance. Her thoughts spooled once more to him blatantly putting her on display. It wasn’t like him to openly fondle her in a public setting, let alone drink champagne from her pussy on top of the table.
Suddenly, a light bulb illuminated her brain.
Quinn wanted to cast off the cloak of secrecy and expose their relationship.
The blindfold, the gloves, the table linen that concealed her…they were all symbols of their relationship. Exposing her to an imaginary stranger, then doing so again, for real, here in the restaurant, Quinn was asking her if she was ready to reveal not only her submission but their love and commitment to the whole world.
Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.
Ava’s heart soared. Throwing caution to the wind, she stripped off her gloves. Tossing back the edge of the tablecloth, Ava boldly raised her eyes. Meeting Quinn’s startled gaze, she placed her bare hands on his naked flesh, and her whole world righted itself once more.
A slow, lazy smile spread over his luscious lips as Quinn reached down and caressed the hollow of her cheek with his knuckles. Unadulterated pride etched his face, and Ava felt as if she were melting like a snow cone in August.
Nuzzling into his touch, she savored the heat that engulfed her palms and enveloped her fingers. Staring up at his heavy lids, she drank in the smoldering reflection of love, lust, and need as she cradled his tight
ly drawn sac. Worshiping his steely cock, Ava strived to convey to him all the love she felt exploding inside her.
The connection she’d desperately longed for beneath the table blossomed like a living electrical current. The energy pulsed between them, igniting every cell in her body and filling her with a renewed warmth and deeper kind of love.
“My beautiful Ava, you’ve figured out my motives, haven’t you?”
“Mmm,” she moaned around his shaft while nodding her head.
“Are you ready for the world to know you’re mine, princess?”
Ava nodded once more while pride and passion swamped her.
“We’ll now have the freedom to be who and what we are from here on out. Is that what you want, as well?”
Ava released him just long enough to whisper a desperate “yes” before drawing his glistening, hot shaft into her mouth once again.
“Thank god,” Quinn exhaled loudly.
Without warning, he gripped his hands into her hair. Ava’s scalp tingled, and her body quivered as Quinn took control. Rapidly pumping past her lips, he drove demandingly all the way to the back of her throat. She felt his shaft swell even larger over her tongue before he jerked free. With a sense of urgency, Quinn shoved away from the table and stood. Ava’s lips and mouth mourned the loss of his hardness, but his familiar taste remained branded on her tongue. With a feral growl, he bent and lifted her from the floor before plopping her onto the table. All the while, she kept her eyes locked with his as he hastily reached beneath her dress. Running his wide, warm hands up her legs, he skimmed his palms up her thighs, dragging her dress along with them. Quinn didn’t stop until he’d uncovered her wet and ready pussy. Only then did he break their gaze to settle a stare on her sex.
With a feral growl, he clutched her thighs and spread her legs wide before gripping a hand on her hip. Fisting his other around his cock, Quinn aligned the dripping tip to her folds. Like a man possessed, he drove into her slick, quivering tunnel as a roar rumbled from his chest.
“Mine,” he bellowed as he began maniacally pumping into her. “My sweet princess… My brave slave… My beautiful, glorious, Ava. Mine…all mine.”
His eyes blazed in a fire of possessiveness she’d never seen before. Quinn resembled an animal, wild and untamed. But Ava wasn’t afraid. No, she was too consumed by the fire rising inside to do anything but cast her inhibitions aside and rut with the beast who owned her heart…her soul.
Pride burst inside her as the air in her lungs constricted. “Yes. Yours. All yours,” she breathlessly cried.
Quinn’s eyes narrowed as he slid his palm to the back of her neck and slanted his mouth over hers in a raw, spine-bending kiss. Ava whimpered and wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, locking her ankles at the small of his back while their tongues dueled in passion and desire.
He ate at her mouth with the same fury that matched his thrusts…as if he wanted to climb inside her soul and stay there for all time. And that’s exactly where she wanted to be, as well.
Ava writhed against his pubic bone as it ground against her clit. The wide crest of his cock stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves buried inside her, fueling her need to a desperate level. Soaring higher and higher, Ava prayed she’d never come back down.
Heat poured off his body, surrounding her in a blanket of warmth and safety. Everything around her fell away except for Quinn and the mounting need to please him. Peeling off the layers that had encased their love felt liberating. All Ava wanted to do was meld herself to him…mesh her body, heart, and soul to Quinn’s for now and forever.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Quinn’s head spun at the feel of her arching and meeting his thrusts, and the sound of her soft gasps spilling from her lips. He wanted to slow down and make love to her tenderly, but the beast inside seemed to possess him with a single-mindedness. He couldn’t let up…couldn’t hold back the rush of joy and pent up demand surging through him.
The friction of her tight cunt burned his cock, and the seed churning in his balls singed his flesh from the inside out. Quinn struggled to contain the blistering fire, but once Ava began whimpering in her familiar kitten-like moans, he was gone.
“Now, princess. Come for me. Come hard. Now,” he roared as his cock expanded and his vision blurred.
Desire and demand coalesced in a blinding explosion, his eruption so powerful Quinn felt the vibration blast up his spine, buckling his knees as they shattered in unison. Spasms sent his seed jettisoning and surging as Ava’s velvety tunnel clutched and milked around him in a sublime and brutal grip. Blinking through the haze that enveloped his brain, Quinn stared at Ava as she splintered beneath him and screamed out his name. A sight so thrilling and heady he vowed to spend the rest of his life coaxing her to one glorious crescendo after another.
As her quivering cunt continued to suck him dry, Quinn wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest. Their hearts pounded in a thundering rhythm, as aftershocks rippled and jolted through their bodies. Ava’s panting breaths licked at his neck as she wrapped her arms around him. Quinn closed his eyes, savoring the sweet bliss of her in his arms as they slowly floated back to earth.
After several long moments, their breathing leveled out, and Quinn gently eased from inside her. Tucking his cock away, he drew a handkerchief from his back pocket and gently wiped her wet, swollen folds. Ava stared up at him beneath heavy eyelids wearing a dazed and sated expression. And when she sent him a shy, sweet smile, he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on her ripe lips. Pulling back slightly, he dragged his cinnamon-colored whiskers down her neck. Ava giggled and hunched her shoulders to ward off his tickling scruff.
“Can we go back to the room and do that again?” she asked on a dreamy sigh.
“Not yet, princess. There’s still one surprise I have in store. That is, if you have the strength to stand and walk with me,” he teased.
“You’re good, MacKinnon…err, I mean Master,” she corrected with a tiny giggle. “But as you can plainly see, I am still conscious.”
“Then let’s go, so we can get back and I can make love to you until you’re no longer conscious.”
Ava purred in delight as he extended his hand and helped her from the table. With his arm around her waist, he escorted her toward the door.
“Wait. We didn’t pay for dinner,” Ava stated with a worried look.
“It was paid in full before we ever arrived.”
She gave him a sideways glance and narrowed her eyes. “So Brice wasn’t going to come back to our table after he delivered dessert, was he?”
“Nope.” Quinn grinned. Pulling her to a stop, he delved deep into her eyes. “Did you want him to?”
“No.” Ava shook her head. “You’re the only man I want watching me…touching me…loving me. I love you.”
“I love you, too, my beautiful Ava.”
Quinn splayed his hand over the small of her back as he led her to the elevator. A blast of anxiety washed through his veins as he pressed the button that would take them to the final surprise he had in store. Brushing aside his unease, he pulled Ava snuggly against his side while he slipped his other hand into the pocket of his tux.
When the doors opened, Quinn led Ava to a small fountain in the center of the room before helping her take a seat on the white marble ledge. As he cupped her chin, she stared up at him, happiness sparkling in her hazel eyes. Unable to resist the tempting bow of her lips, he bent and brushed his mouth over hers while plucking out the blue velvet box from his pocket.
Pulling back, he stared at the contours of her face, drinking in her exquisite beauty. Gliding his thumb over her bottom lip, he swallowed the lump suddenly lodged in his throat. “I love you, Ava. You not only make me the proudest Master on the planet but the happiest man, as well. Still, I’m not yet fully satisfied.”
He watched as the glowing smile vanished from her face. A look of panic flashed in her eyes, and Ava suddenly grew tense.
“What more can I give
you, Sir?” she asked in a soft, worried voice.
Quinn paused and sent her a reassuring smile wishing he felt as confident as he appeared. For the first time in his life, doubt and fear had him in a stranglehold. If Ava wasn’t ready, he wasn’t quite sure what he would do. How he’d react. Of course, he’d had plenty of conversations with himself over the past few months…wanting this, but not one hundred percent sure Ava did. Dammit. This wasn’t the time to start second-guessing…not now. He’d come too far, brought her into the light where he wanted their relationship to be…well, almost.
Ava’s bottom lip quivered, and Quinn silently cursed himself for his extended silence. With a shake of his head, he brushed his hand over her cheek and gave her a nervous smile. “There’s only one thing more that would make my life complete.” He lifted his palm, noticing that his hand was shaking, and opened the lid on the little blue box. As he dropped to one knee before her, Ava sucked in a startled breath as she stared dumbfounded at the shimmering diamond ring. Tears sprang from her eyes as she glanced up at him with a stunned expression.
It was now or never.
“I’ll only kneel this once before you, my love…as this is your place…at my feet, by my side, and bound to my heart…forever. You complete me in ways I can’t begin to put into words. But I will spend the rest of my life showing you, in every way possible, the depth of love I hold in my heart for you. I want you in my life, sweetheart…as my slave, my lover and friend, but most importantly, as my wife. Ava Gibbs, will you marry me?”
Tears streamed down her face. Quinn held his breath. It seemed an interminable amount of time before she began nodding, and even longer before a strangled “yes” bubbled from the back of her throat.
All the tension exploded from within. Blinking back his own tears, Quinn thought his heart was going to burst from his chest as he slid the three-carat diamond ring onto her trembling finger.
“Oh, Quinn,” she sobbed. “It’s so beautiful. I love you…love you more than you’ll ever know.”
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