by Sophie Stern
And in this moment, I have a choice to make.
I can play it safe.
I always have.
Getting engaged to Darin was a safe, easy choice.
Going to college was a safe, easy choice.
My job? Another safe choice. An easy choice.
Easy.
That's my entire life up until this moment, but I'm ready for something different. The only question is whether or not I'm brave enough to go for it.
Am I brave enough to live in the moment?
Am I brave enough to take what I want from this giant warrior?
"We should do this," I say. My words hang in the air for just a second. Quinn seems to be deciding something. Is he going to go for it? Is he going to take advantage of the scared little human? Is he going to conquer the woman on his ship? Is he going to dominate her?
Because there's no question about it: he's going to dominate me.
He's going to hurt me.
Push me.
Break me.
And I'm going to love every second of it.
"You don't know what you're saying," he says.
"Do your worst, big boy," I say, raising an eyebrow.
And then he moves.
Chapter 14
Quinn
She doesn't know what she's saying. She doesn't know who she's dealing with. She's never been with a guy like me before. She's never been with someone who fucks the way I do.
She couldn't have.
Mirroean is a beautiful place, but it's not exactly known for being kinky. It's not known for being wild. It's not known for being extreme.
Me?
I don't do simple. I don't do plain or ordinary or vanilla.
I don't do any of that.
When I fuck, I fuck until I've gotten what I want, what I need. Once I start, I don't stop until it's finished, until it's complete. I play the game and I play it hard.
I don't think she can handle it, but maybe I'm underestimating the little vixen.
"You're small," I say, pushing her, seeing if she'll crack under a little pressure.
"I'm the right size," she says. Her eyes are burning with heat, excitement. She’s completely turned on and I love the way she’s challenging me, trying to see how much I’m going to give her.
Everything, if she plays her cards right.
I could give her everything.
"You're inexperienced," I push harder. She needs to be sure she wants this. Really sure. She needs to be ready and I'm not sure she is. Is she ready to be the bad girl? The wild one? Is she ready to be the submissive I force under my control?
Is she ready to give it all up for me?
Is she ready to fly?
"I can learn," Fiona whispers.
"Go into my room," I tell her, and she moves. She scurries past me and goes to the center of the bedroom. Then she turns to me and I watch her from the doorway. She's trapped now. There's nowhere to go. Even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't now. I'm blocking her only escape.
Will she feel afraid?
"Take off your clothes," I say. I expect her to argue, expect her to demand seduction. I expect she'll stop this entire charade when I tell her what I want, but Fiona isn't what I expect.
Nothing about her has been what I expected.
From the very beginning, she's surprised me, and she surprises me even now.
Instead of playing the wilting flower, she takes off the shirt she slept in. She doesn't make it sexy or slow. Then again, I didn't ask for that. For today, economical is fine. For today, simple obedience is acceptable.
She tosses the shirt to the floor and kicks it away, then stands in front of me. I saw her naked yesterday, but it's different today. Today, her nudity is going to lead to something. Today, her nudity means something intense, something deep. Today, her nudity means she's going to get fucked.
She knows it, too.
I can smell her arousal. If I touch her pussy, it’s going to be dripping. Soaking. If I run my fingers between her legs, she’s going to open for me like she was made for this moment, like she was made for today, like she was made just for me.
"You're lovely," I say, and I walk into the room, closing the door behind me. I walk over to her, stalking her like the prey she is, but she stands still, meeting my gaze. "Look at your sweet little nipples," I say, reaching out. I pinch each one and she presses her lips together, but groans. "Do you like it when I hurt you, Fiona?”
“A little,” she admits.
“I think you like it more than a little bit. You’re wet,” I say, pinching her harder. This time, she groans louder. Her moans fill the room. She doesn’t try to hold back this time.
“You’re right,” she admits. “I like it. I know I’m not supposed to.”
“And who told you you’re not supposed to like this?” I palm her breasts, bouncing them in my hands. They’re firm, but heavy, and I like the way they look. Her skin is pale against my own and I love the contrast. I haven’t been with many humans. Not too many find their way to Sapphira. Not too many find their way into my bed, but something tells me this one’s going to be different.
Something tells me Fiona is going to be marvelous.
“Someone from my planet,” she says, closing her eyes. I continue to play with her breasts for a minute. Her nipples poke out. They’re hard and I want to taste them, want to bite them.
“Who? Your fiancé?” I ask, leaning down and taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Fiona instantly puts her hands on my head and grips my hair. Whether it’s to keep her balance or to try to control my movements, I’m not sure. She tugs me closer to her tits, and then I know.
She wants this, needs it.
She craves it.
“I never told him I like to be hurt a little bit,” she whispers. I look up, but her eyes are still firmly closed. Good. This means she’s going to be feeling every sensation even more distinctly. She’s going to be feeling everything I do and she’s not going to be able to focus on anything but the way it feels.
I run my tongue across her nipples, one and then the other. Then I move back again. They’re so perfect, so beautiful. I could spend hours worshipping this woman’s breasts.
“But there was someone before, someone when I was younger,” she says. “I wanted to experiment, wanted to try things.”
“And he didn’t want to,” I finish, disgusted by this man. I don’t even know who he is, but I hate that he made her feel bad about herself. I hate that he made Fiona feel like these urges, these desires, these needs are somehow wrong.
They’re not wrong.
“He didn’t want to,” she says, and this time she does open her eyes. They’re filled with tears, filled with longing. How many years has she waited for someone to help her explore this part of herself?
How long has she wanted to feel this way?
How long has she needed this?
“What happened, sweetheart?” I ask, kissing her cheeks, licking her tears.
“He told me I was crazy, that I was a freak,” she admits. “So I never talked about it again.”
“What exactly was it you asked him to do, Fiona?” I stroke her hair, pushing it away from her face. She turns her head away, breaking eye contact, but I grip her hair and turn her right back. “None of that. There are no secrets here. There’s no room for hiding. Not from me. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“You wanted this, little vixen, and you’re going to get it. You’re going to get all of it, and I’m going to make it fucking good for you, baby.”
She nods, but doesn’t say anything. I’m still holding her hair, still staring into her eyes. She licks her lips, and then she speaks.
“I wanted him to…”
“Yes?”
“Spank me,” she whispers. “And tie me up,” she continues. “I wanted him to tie me up and do things to me. I wanted him to play with me.”
“You wanted to be controlled for a little while.”
“
Yeah,” she says. “That’s what I wanted.”
“And how did you come up with this idea of being controlled?” I ask her. I release Fiona’s hair and begin touching her belly and hips. I stroke her skin softly with my fingers.
“My friend,” she tells me. “My friend slept with someone, someone from another planet, and he did things to her. I wanted to try those things, too.”
“We’re going to try a lot tonight, baby. It might scare you.”
“No,” she shakes her head. “I won’t be scared. I’m not afraid of you, Quinn.”
“If I do my job right, you’re going to be very scared of me by the time we’re through, Fiona.”
It’s a promise.
It’s a pledge.
It’s an explanation.
She shudders, and I know it’s time to get started.
Chapter 15
Fiona
I don’t know what the hell I’ve gotten myself into, but it’s quite nice, and after this, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go back to “normal.”
“Normal” is overrated, I think.
“Normal” is stupid.
What I have with Quinn, right now? This is incredible. It’s been a long time since I felt like submitting to a man. It’s been a long time since I felt brave enough to ask for what I want, for what I need. I’m not even sure how Quinn seems to know, unless this is a need for him just as much as it is for me.
Maybe he needs to control just as much as I need to be controlled.
Maybe he needs to experiment just as much as I do.
Or maybe he just hasn’t been laid in a long time and he’ll do anything if it means getting to fuck me.
I don’t know.
All I know is that I’ve been dripping wet for what feels like hours. My thighs are soaked with my arousal and I know that when Quinn touches me, he’s going to feel exactly how wet I am.
“Put your hands up,” Quinn says, and I raise my arms over my head. My breasts bounce for a moment, and he watches me, then smiles. “You have beautiful breasts, Fiona,” he says.
“Thank you,” I tell him, and he nods. He presses a button on the wall, then, and I hear a little noise from the ceiling. I look up and see a hook being lowered. Before I realize what’s happening, he hangs a length of rope from the hook and ties it around my wrists.
And then I’m tied up.
“Are your hands okay?” He asks me tenderly, checking to make sure my bandages are still in place.
“They’re fine,” I whisper, nodding, and then he steps away from me.
My feet are still resting on the floor, but my arms stretch up and over my head, and suddenly, I feel very vulnerable. I almost feel as vulnerable as I did at the auction, but this time it’s different. This time, I’m not worried I’m going to be raped or murdered. This time, I’m worried I’m going to be pushed to the edge of what I can take.
This time, I’m worried I’m going to love what he does to me.
“Tell me something, Fiona,” he circles around me, and I have the distinct feeling that Quinn is very much a predator. Is this what animals feel like when they’re being hunted? It’s not a very nice feeling, this vulnerability, this weakness.
“Yes?”
“When was the last time you had your pussy played with?” He runs his nails down my back as he asks me, and the sensation makes my nerves come alive. I arch my back, and he swats my bottom. “Stand still and answer me.”
I do my best to right my body so I’m standing as straight as possible.
“Um, a few months ago,” I tell him.
“With your fiancé?”
“No,” I blush. “I haven’t had sex with him before.”
“Why haven’t you had sex with your fiancé, Fiona?” He runs his nails down my sides, now. They touch my waist and my hips, then go down to my thighs. “Isn’t that part of the fun of being engaged?”
“No,” I whisper. “I didn’t want to have sex with him.”
“Naughty girl,” he says. Now Quinn is in front of me and he looks at me with a dark smile. Fuck, if I had panties on, that smile would melt them right off. He scratches my belly, now, in long, deep strokes. “Tell me about it,” he says, and even though I’m not used to talking dirty, I suddenly really, really want to please Quinn.
I want to make him as horny as he’s making me.
I want to turn him on just as much as he’s turning me on.
“It was with my friend,” I tell him. “Alexis.”
“And how did Alexis touch you, Fiona?” He stops scratch me and instead begins pinching my nipples again, twisting them. Then he flicks each of them over and over again, and I close my eyes. I’m not going to be able to take much more of this. I’m rubbing my thighs together, wiggling, but I really can’t help it.
This feels too good, and I want to come.
“She fingered me first,” I tell him. “She sucked my nipples while she played with my pussy.”
“And how did that make you feel?”
“Wet,” I admit. “Horny. We used toys. We kissed each other everywhere.”
“Did she make you come, little human?”
“Oh, yes,” I close my eyes as I remember the night we spent together. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a little experimentation, but it was incredible. It was better than I thought it would be. After, Alexis and I had a midnight dinner together at a diner, and then we parted ways. We didn’t speak about that night again, but I know neither one of us forgot.
“Did she touch you like this?” He kisses my nipples gently.
“Harder than that.”
He bites each nipple, pulling them between his teeth.
“Softer.”
He sucks my nipples into his mouth, pulling on them with his tongue and lips, and I groan. I’m not going to last long at all. At this rate, I’m not going to be able to hold back the orgasm that’s creeping up inside of me.
The groan seems to egg Quinn on because he drops to his knees in front of me and hooks my legs over his shoulder, then dives his tongue into my pussy. I cry out because I’ve never felt anything like this. Even with Alexis, it wasn’t like this.
I can’t move my arms because they’re tied up. I can’t move my legs because he’s firmly gripping my thighs. I can’t do anything but take the pleasure Quinn is offering me and oh, do I take it.
The orgasm that erupts over my body is like an explosion that’s been years in the making. It’s like it’s been building up for years and finally decided to detonate. I scream loudly as my body shakes with pleasure. I cry out his name. I cry out for more. I cry out for him to stop, but he doesn’t.
Quinn makes me come again and again, and finally, he lets me down. My legs are weak and my body sags against the ropes.
“Woah,” he grabs me around the waist and pulls me flush against himself. “That was fucking hot, baby,” he whispers. He unties my arms and lets me free, then carries me to the bed. “Tell me it’s never been that good for you before.”
“Never,” I whisper.
“It’s about to get even better,” he says. He lays me on the bed and crawls over me. My legs fall open on their own and I reach for him. My body seems to know what it’s doing even when my head can’t tell what’s right or wrong. This is incredible. Quinn is incredible.
I’m going to die with pleasure.
He kisses me and runs his tongue along my cheek as he hovers over me.
“Are you ready, beautiful?” He asks.
“Please, Quinn. Please fuck me.”
He doesn’t make me ask again. He dives into me, filling me to the hilt, and I cry out at the intrusion. Fuck. It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. I’m full and sated and he’s not even moving, but this is incredible. This entire moment is incredible.
Right now, I’m not worried about my family.
Right now, I’m not worried about the future.
Right now, I’m not sad about the past.
The only thing I’m concerned ab
out is this moment. The only thing I’m worried about is making sure Quinn doesn’t stop touching me.
And he doesn’t.
He moves slowly at first, but quickly picks up the pace as he whispers in my ear, telling me how beautiful I am, how perfect I am, how I’m such a bad, dirty girl.
“Harder,” I urge him. “Fuck me harder, Quinn. You can’t break me.”
His eyes flash and I think he takes it as a challenge, which it is. He pins my wrists above my head and pinches each of my nipples, flicking them quickly as he fucks me harder and faster.
I can’t hold back much longer and even though I’m completely exhausted, my body needs more, and I orgasm again. Quinn comes at the same damn time, filling me with his seed, marking me as his own, branding me with his body.
He says my name as he comes and I’m filled with feminine pride.
I’m filled with pride.
I’m filled with happiness.
I’m sated.
He collapses next to me on the bed and pulls me into his arms. We’re hot and sweaty and tired, but I can’t do anything but smile.
“It’s never been like that before,” I tell him, and Quinn kisses me again.
Chapter 16
Quinn
There’s something completely satisfying about fucking Fiona. There’s something perfect about the way she lets me tie her up, about the dirty words she whispers to me when she’s too turned on to behave properly.
There’s something fantastic about the way she touches me, and it’s something I don’t want to let go of.
One night of making love to her isn’t enough. I need more. We both need more. Being the selfish bastard I am, I take it. I take what she’ll give me, and I give her everything I can.
Even after two solid days of staying in bed with her, I haven’t had enough. I wake up with her body draped over me, and she starts kissing my chest. She makes her way up to my throat and kisses there, sucking on me, nipping at my skin.
“I don’t like biting,” I remind her gently, but she giggles and whispers in my ear.
“Then don’t let me do it,” she says.
“You’re taunting me.”