One Night in Vegas

by Mari Carr, Red Phoenix, Angel Payne, Sierra Cartwright, Jenna Jacob, Victoria Blue

  Rising to her feet, she was all too aware of Quinn’s feral gaze. As she made her way around the table, she paused, unsure if she was to kneel or remain standing. Butterflies took flight in her belly as she awaited his instructions.

  Without a word, Quinn slid his hand down the satin fabric of her dress. Bending, he pinched the hem between his finger and thumb. “You look simply edible, love,” he whispered before fully lifting the front of her gown.

  In a rush of embarrassment, Ava reached out to grab his wrist but paused and squeezed her hand into a fist. Her heart slammed against her ribs as Quinn continued bunching the front of her dress around her waist. Panic rose like a flooding river as she quickly darted a nervous glance over her shoulder.

  “I have you facing me so that no one can see what I’m doing, princess,” he murmured, gazing up at her. “So you can wipe that look of terror off your face.”

  The hint of annoyance conveyed in his tone filled Ava with regret.

  “Have I done something that’s caused you to take back your trust…your submission, girl? If I have, I demand to know what it is.”

  Ava blinked in surprise. “No, Master,” she answered vehemently as she shook her head. “You’ve done nothing of the sort. I trust you…trust you with my life. I’ve not taken back my submission…not at all.”

  “You act as if you have.”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to disappoint you or make you think I’m unhappy. It’s just that…I’m floundering here. I know I’m fighting my submission, but it’s not intentional. I swear.”

  “What do you need me to help you with, girl?” he asked, smoothing his free hand up the insides of her thighs and making her quiver. “What’s it going to take for you to hand over all that feisty power?”

  Ava tried to concentrate, but Quinn’s warm caress, coupled with her fear the waiter would return and find her dress bunched to her waist with her bare pussy exposed, made it impossible. He’d definitely kept his promise to push her further.

  Closing her eyes, she drank in the soothing warmth of Quinn’s wide, capable hands, desperately searching for a fragment of submissive peace. But her thoughts were consumed with visions of the waiter tiptoeing up beside them, watching as Quinn touched and fondled her bared flesh. A heightened sense of arousal took hold of her, successfully snuffing out all hint of the embarrassment she’d felt earlier. What is wrong with you? the little voice in her head scolded. Being watched can’t seriously turn you on…can it? Where’s your sense of decency?

  Obviously it turned her inside out, because Ava’s modesty had suddenly left the building. She whimpered as Quinn’s fingers inched higher up her thigh. His knuckles wisped over her aching folds in a feather-light brush. Her whole body quivered from his torment, and she held her breath, waiting for him to plunge his fingers deep inside her wet center. Why had she vacillated back in their private little dungeon? And why did it take the thought of being watched to break her from the inner chains that bound her?

  Because you’re a kinky little freak who’ll break Quinn’s heart if he suspects you’re turned on by others watching you being aroused, her conscience volunteered, uninvited.

  Suddenly Quinn landed a hard slap on the mound of her pussy. Ava’s eyes flashed open wide in alarm before she quickly darted another glance over her shoulder.

  “I’m waiting for an answer, girl,” Quinn barked, frowning as he followed her line of vision. “I told you no one could see you, princess. Do you think I’m lying?”

  “No, Sir,” she hastily replied. “I—I don’t know what it’s going to take, Master. But I don’t want to fail you.”

  “Oh, I think we both know exactly what it’s going to take, my precious slave.” Quinn’s eyes held a mischievous, knowing glint. “Should I call our waiter, Brice, out to join us for a bit…hmmm?”

  Ava’s mouth fell open and her heart clutched before pounding in triple time. Without a word, she shook her head vehemently.

  “Aw, pet. Don’t be embarrassed. You like being watched, which is a good thing, because I do enjoy showing your stunning submission off.” Quinn slid a finger to her clit and rubbed ever so gently. “The only way you can fail me is by not trying. Now, spread your legs for me, gorgeous. I want to see my pretty pussy framed by your dress…framed by all that satin and lace.”

  Ava automatically spread her legs as shock recoiled through her brain. How in the hell had Quinn known that she’d been fantasizing about the waiter watching them?

  “And who knows, maybe Brice will return and you can show him how breathtakingly beautiful my sweet sub can be.”

  A wave of excitement rushed through her veins. Quinn wasn’t angry over her naughty little fantasy…he encouraged the insanity. God in heaven, what on earth was she doing? The mortifying thought rolled through her brain as she stared, slack-jawed, at Quinn.

  “You can do this for me, Ava. But most of all, you can do it for yourself…for us. This is just the first step I have planned for you. Trust in me, love. I won’t fail you. I won’t fail us.”

  The passion and promise in his voice struck a place deep inside her…a part of herself she hadn’t known existed until now. Filled with a sense of self-assurance, Ava felt tears sting the backs of her eyes, felt her heart expand, and felt a sense of peace warm every cell in her body. Determination bubbled to the surface. Quinn wanted her unadulterated trust, her power, her heart, mind, body, and soul. Come hell or high water, Ava was ready and willing to hand all she was and could be over to him.

  Ava tossed away all doubt and suffused herself in the glory of being Quinn’s slave.

  Suddenly, she realized she didn’t need or even want the waiter returning to witness the things Quinn was doing to her. He’d fulfill all her fantasies. Quinn would protect her, keep her safe, and treasure her in all ways.

  “I give you all of me, Master,” she whispered as she reached up and cupped his chiseled cheek.

  “That’s my girl,” he murmured. The tips of his fingers continued to toy with her folds, making her tremble. And when he pressed harder against her clit, Ava cried out. She didn’t care if there were one or a thousand people in the room—her focus was on Quinn, and only him. Repositioning his hand, he delved two fingers inside her clutching tunnel. Sparks ignited and burst behind her eyes as he used his thumb to tease and torment. Ava clutched the hem of her dress and closed her eyes, basking in the tingles that skittered through her.

  “So hot. So soft. So fucking silky,” Quinn uttered before bending to glide his warm lips up her thigh.

  Ava released one hand from her dress and sank her fingers into his hair. Inwardly cursed the gloves that kept her from feeling the texture of his thick cinnamon mane.

  “The scent of your cunt is the sweetest perfume on the planet. Everything about you turns me into a howling beast. You make me feel invincible, my love.”

  His praise not only vibrated over her flesh but also filled the deepest recesses of her heart.

  “Would you like for me to bring your appetizers now, Sir?”

  The waiter. Jesus Christ! Panic flooded her system as her eyes flew open wide. Ava tried to jerk away, but Quinn’s embedded fingers held her in place. As the air in her lungs seized, she closed her eyes while her cheeks caught fire.

  “Yes. That would be fine, thank you, Brice,” Quinn replied without lifting from her thighs.

  “Certainly, Mr. MacKinnon. However, I suspect the item you selected will pale in comparison to the delicacy you’re enjoying now.”

  Ava swallowed back an irrational laugh as she listened to Brice retreat. Through half-lidded eyes, she gazed at the top of Quinn’s head, savoring the sensations he granted.

  Slowly, he raised his head and eased from inside her before locking eyes with her and licking her slippery nectar off his fingers. Pride twinkled in his moss-colored eyes. She felt treasured and adored, and a rush of peace flooded her soul. She’d never known the kind of love she and Quinn shared…the kind that encompassed every aspect of her being.<
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  Her heart tripped when Quinn stood and placed his napkin on the edge of the table. A hungry look of longing flared in his eyes. Without a word, he gathered the entire bottom half of her dress, bunching it behind her back as he lifted her and set her butt on top of the table.

  “Lay back for me, princess,” he instructed before reaching down to lightly pet her pussy.

  He wanted to have sex with her here? Here? Now? A flutter of excitement hummed inside her. She wanted to please Quinn in every way, but the indescribable thrill of being watched had slithered back into her veins.

  “Hurry, pet. Unless you want me to wait until Brice returns before I devour your luscious pussy.”

  The slight smirk on his face told her Quinn intended to taunt her fantasy to the hilt. Her pulse quickened. Suddenly Ava realized being watched wasn’t at all what she wanted. Her lurid fantasy was simply that…a fantasy. Living it out…well, she wasn’t sure she could follow through with that.

  Ava darted a quick glance over the restaurant.

  “This isn’t for you, princess. It’s for me,” he reminded, watching her keenly with a perceptive gaze.

  Quinn had gone to great lengths to orchestrate this scene. Ava knew he wanted to seal the commitment and pledge of their Master/slave relationship. No way was she going to disappoint him. With a smile, she stared at his erotic features and blocked out the rest of the world. Ava centered her mind on Quinn and making all his kinky fantasies come true.

  Ava eased her back onto the table, careful not to knock over the champagne glasses or disturb the gold-rimmed china place settings. The tips of her toes rested on the rich, earth-toned carpet as she watched Quinn’s chest expand. His eyes sparkled with stark approval as he gazed down at her.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he shoved the hem of her gown up over her chest that now heaved in anticipation.

  Cool air wafted over her heated pussy, and her tunnel involuntarily clutched. Quinn tapped his fingers on her bare mound.

  “Lift up for me, beautiful.”

  As she arched her hips, he tucked his napkin beneath her. Ava lay splayed out, totally exposed from the waist down. Her body rippled as a shiver raced up her spine. But the look of pride and love etched over Quinn’s features pushed all her reservations aside.

  “You make me so proud, princess,” he cooed. “I love you, Ava.”

  “I love you, too, Master,” she whispered with a brave smile.

  She watched as Quinn lifted his glass of champagne. Expecting him to take a sip, she was startled when he tipped the flute and spilled the icy-cold bubbly over her sweltering folds. She yelped and jolted, but when he dipped his head between her legs and started lapping the chilly liquid from her pussy, Ava closed her eyes and moaned.

  Lost in the sensation of his masterful tongue, flattened and laving the champagne-mixed-juices from her core, she marveled at his strong hands that gripped her thighs. Quinn held her open for his pleasure…and hers, and Ava didn’t care if the waiter returned. Hell, she didn’t care if the Dallas Cowboys football team sauntered in and circled the table to watch. All that mattered was pleasing Quinn.

  Again, a trail of frigid liquid trickled down her sex, followed by the searing heat of his wicked tongue. As he licked and slurped the bubbly trail, her flesh warmed quickly from the heat of his mouth. Helpless, Ava rocked and writhed, whimpering pathetically as he ate at her like a madman. He thrust his tongue inside her fluttering tunnel while his thumb circled her pulsating clit. She issued a cry, then gripped her fists in his hair. Ava’s eyes rolled back in her head. All she could do was hold on while Quinn tongue-fucked her to oblivion.

  As he drove her to the edge, hard and fast, she arched her hips. Her breathless pleas echoed all around her. Quinn greedily imbibed her cunt and her control as he flung her headlong toward the peak of release. And as the familiar tingles of orgasm prickled outward, engulfing her limbs, Ava screamed out a plea for help.

  But instead of granting her permission, Quinn stopped and raised his head.

  Her eyes flew open wide as she watched him stand. A look of command lined his face as he licked her slick cream from his glistening lips. His eyes were glazed in need, and beneath the zipper of his dashing, formfitting tux, Ava spied his massive erection all but bursting to be free.

  “No…oh, god. No. Please, Master. Please. You can’t leave me like this,” she whimpered.

  Quinn arched a brow as he pinned her with a dubious stare. “Oh, but I can, my love. And I just did.”

  A string of obscenities lay on her tongue. Ava clenched her jaw to keep them from rolling past her lips as Quinn tugged the sodden napkin from beneath her. After folding the front of her dress back over her wet and throbbing sex, he extended his hand and helped her off the table.

  Ava’s entire body trembled as unmet demand careened through her veins. When she went to stand, her knees nearly buckled out from under her, but Quinn snaked a strong arm around her waist before helping her back to her chair. He sat down across from her once again, and Ava dropped her gaze to the white linen tablecloth. Tears of frustration stung the backs of her eyes as she sucked in short, quivering breaths. How could he be so heartless…so mean…so damn tormenting? Where had his warm, loving, compassionate side gone?

  “Look at me, princess.”

  Ava balked. She knew the minute her eyes locked with Quinn’s he’d see the ugly emotions swirling inside her. It was at that instant that the waiter chose to return. She was thankful that he’d not reappeared a few seconds earlier, but also for the reprieve of Quinn’s scrutiny. She needed a few quiet moments to wrangle her unsubmissive attitude.

  Seemingly oblivious to either her or Quinn, the waiter kept his head tucked down while arranging a platter of plump, pink shrimp in the center of the table.

  “Ava. Look at me,” Quinn demanded in a sharp, stringent tone. “Or I’ll invite Brice to stay and observe all that I have planned to do to you next instead of stealing glances of you from the kitchen.”

  She jerked her head upright. Darting a startled glance between the two men, Ava watched a slight, guilty smile tug the corners of the waiter’s lips. Quinn studied her reaction with a laser-sharp eye before leaning back in his seat and crossing his steely arms over his wide chest. Damn him. Even his movements held a masculine kind of gracefulness she found arousing. Still, it did little to soothe the dejection and anxiety humming inside her, nor erase the embarrassment warming her cheeks knowing that she’d been watched.

  Chapter Six

  Quinn was miffed that she chose to remain silent still, but the pink hue rising on her cheeks and the flicker of lust dancing in her eyes told Quinn that Ava was both mortified and turned on. While he had no idea if Brice had spied or not, Quinn honestly didn’t care. Ava’s conflicted reaction divulged how deep her exhibitionist streak truly ran. He arched his brows and held Ava’s gaze while Brice refilled their glasses with champagne, waiting for her response. But she said nothing, only blushed a deeper shade of crimson.

  Quinn waited until the waiter turned and walked away before issuing a heavy sigh. “Your submission shouldn’t embarrass you, love. The desire to please shouldn’t be hidden away like a dirty little secret, but worn proudly for the whole word to see. Hopefully before dinner is through, I can somehow convince you of that.”

  Ava nodded, nervously eying Brice until he was out of sight. “I know, I’m just afraid of what—”

  “Of what people think?”

  Quinn knew what insecurities lurked in her psyche. Over the years, he’d managed to vanquish many of her fears—most of them unrelated to the lifestyle—but now he wanted to eradicate the ones that held her prisoner from basking in their power exchange. He had to be certain she was with him for the long haul before the rest of his plans could be carried out.

  “I’m not afraid of what people will think of me, Master,” she declared, lifting her chin. “I’m afraid to inadvertently embarrass you and fail you in public. We’ve gone to great lengths to ke
ep our relationship under wraps. I’d hate to do or say something to reveal our secret.”

  “Have you let it slip yet, girl?” he asked, ready to erase the worries she offered. “Have I ever once had to reprimand you for your behavior or comments?” She softly shook her head. “No. Have you ever failed me? Absolutely not. Do I think you might someday? Maybe, but I seriously doubt it. Do you want to know why?”

  A glimmer of hope sprang over her face. “Why, Master?”

  “Because the first night I saw you at Club Genesis—which, by the way, we are going to start visiting again, weekly—I saw the deep level of submission glowing inside you. Even when that prick, Kerr, tried to coerce you into scening with him and Mika stepped in, you held yourself with poise and grace,” Quinn praised as he forked a shrimp from the plate and bit it in half.

  A wry chuckle slid from her lips. “I wasn’t exactly poised or graceful when I stepped into your office that following week, thinking I was interviewing with a stranger. The minute I realized it was you, I turned nearly turned tail and ran from your building.”

  Quinn threw back his head and laughed. “That was one of the biggest oh my god moments of my entire life. I nearly swallowed my damn tongue when you came through my door. But when I saw how flustered and nervous you became, I could only focus on taking control and calming your fears.”

  She flashed him a wide, sexy smile. “And you’ve never stopped, Master. I think I fell in love with you a little bit that very day,” she confessed shyly.

  “It took you that long?” he asked in feigned shock. “I fell in love with you the first time I saw you at Genesis, my pet.”

  “You did not,” she laughed.

  “I did, too,” he protested with a laugh, loving the playful banter between them. “I knew the minute I felt the overwhelming urge to rearrange Kerr’s face that you’d instantly climbed inside my heart.”