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by Lily Harlem


  First thing in the morning.

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  When Quinn padded into the en suite at eight and yanked on the shower, I pinged open my eyes. I had to be fast. Showering, like everything Quinn did, was quick and efficient, even on a Sunday morning.

  I dashed to the main bathroom, freshened up, then ducked into the enormous pine wardrobe in our bedroom and retrieved my long, leather boots. Slipping them on, I dragged up the zippers as I rummaged through my disorganized underwear drawer. I cursed when I found my black lace balcony bra but not the knickers. Oh, well, just the bra would have to do—he liked this one particularly.

  The shower turned off. I heard the tap running. He wouldn’t shave, not on a Sunday, so I had even less time.

  I reached up to the top of the wardrobe and in my heels found I could just reach the blue flowery hat box where we kept our collection of sex toys. Dropping it onto the bedside table, I turned and slammed my hands on my hips just as the en suite door clicked open.

  “Good morning,” I said in a low, husky voice.

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  Quinn halted and his brows lifted as he scanned my body. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “My turn with the boots, eh?” he asked, twitching one corner of his mouth and discarding the white towel wrapped around his waist.

  “Wrong,” I said. “It’s my turn with you.” I reached into the box and pulled out the silver handcuffs, held them up like a prize before my face.

  He stepped quickly over and went to take them from my hands. “Great way to start the day,” he said with a chuckle. “Get that sexy little body of yours lying down so I can feel those boots around my hips like Liam did.” I jerked away and frowned. “No,” I snapped.

  His face tensed and his gaze captured mine. “What’s the matter?”

  “Didn’t you hear me?” I asked stiffly. “It’s my turn with you, Quinn. You lie down.” He stared into my face, his lips parted as if about to speak but he said nothing.

  “I mean it, Quinn, you want these boots wrapped around your body, lie down and let me play with you for once.” I lowered my voice. “You’re my husband, you’re mine to play with.” I swung the handcuffs backward and forward in front of his eyes. “So lie the hell down.”

  He swallowed and a muscle in his cheek flexed.

  “You do trust me?” I asked, twitching my brows.

  “Of course,” he said, before his mouth tilted into a smile. “Just be gentle with me, okay?”

  “What, like you are with me?” I thought of the paddle he liked to swing onto my butt until my skin was burning and red.

  He must have thought of it too. “I guess not then,” he huffed, and climbed onto the bed.

  The paddle wasn’t what I had in mind, but he didn’t need to know that.

  As soon as he was stretched out I lunged for his left wrist. Snapping the cuffs on as if I were an overenthusiastic cop, I looped the thin link chain behind a black metal rod 127

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  in the center of the wrought iron headboard. I reached for his right wrist and quickly clicked the ring into place with an efficiency that surprised even me.

  He jerked his shoulders, testing the bind, and the sound of metal on metal sang around the bedroom. He looked up at me, a mixture of curiosity and desire on his face.

  “Close your eyes,” I said, reaching into the box for a black velvet blindfold with long satin ribbons.

  “I want to see you,” he said as I lowered it toward his face.

  “But it’s not up to you, Quinn. It’s up to me.” I paused. “And I want you blindfolded so you’re not sure what’s going to happen next.” I rested the material over his eyes. “Lift.”

  Without further complaint, he raised his neck and I secured the ribbon in a bow.

  Once it was tight I stood by the bed and surveyed my unseeing prisoner.

  I dragged in a shaky breath. Quinn vulnerable and at my mercy was a serious turn-on. He was so dominant in every aspect of his life, so single-minded and determined, eminent and respected, and to see him exposed and submissive had my body buzzing.

  His upstretched arms revealed wispy underarm hair that appeared all the more coal-black against skin untouched by the sun. His chest was rising and falling steadily, his hyperextended torso revealing his lower ribs. His engorged cock jutted from his thick pubic hair, the bulbous head sitting above taut stomach muscles. His legs were slightly parted. Black hair spread from his thighs, over his knees to his shins and onto the tops of his long feet.

  I licked my lips and resisted rubbing my hands together in glee. Oh, where to start.

  I paused for a moment before climbing onto the bed and settling my bent knees on either side of his arms. With the tip of my finger I stroked my soft, feminine folds.

  Pulled back the hood covering my clit, I leaned nearer so he’d get a waft of my heated, turned-on scent.

  “Ariane,” he groaned.

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  I held on to the headboard with one hand and dropped low. “Stick out your tongue,” I ordered, making sure my swollen clit was jutting within reach.

  Immediately his tongue darted out. I sank a little more and pressed my clit to the pink tip.

  He moaned in appreciation and lapped at it eagerly. I trembled and felt my spine weaken. The pressure increased as he circled my clit, ’round and ’round just the way I liked.

  I braced my thighs and hovered. “Harder,” I said, “faster.” He upped the pace, licked and swirled, probed and sucked.

  The explosion built—deep in my stomach, it grew and tightened. It wasn’t just what he was doing to me, it was the whole scenario. Quinn trapped beneath me, doing as I instructed.

  Suddenly, and with hardly any warning, I took off, raced on to a high of quivering ecstasy. His tongue laved, his teeth nipped my delicate bud and his breath scorched my flesh. I pressed down, wanting more. My knuckles whitened and my pussy clenched around nothing.

  As my short, hard climax faded I straightened my knees and looked down at his face, shiny and wet with my moisture. His tongue darted out again and his neck lifted as if searching for me.

  “Ariane,” he gasped. “Let me lick you some more, you taste fucking awesome when you come.”

  I lowered again and let him lap at my juice, but the stimulation was so great after the orgasm I could only tolerate it for a few seconds.

  I climbed from the bed and looked into the hatbox. Studied the contents briefly, then plucked out a thin, cream vibrator with vertical ridges. Quinn had bought it for me to take on a trip to a London gallery a few months ago. He’d asked me to call him and use it that night but he’d been summoned into work so it had never gotten the use it 129

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  should have. Now I had other ideas for it and quickly I rubbed a blob of lube onto the end.

  Crawling back onto the bed, I pushed at his thighs, settled between his legs and dropped the vibrator onto the sheet by my breasts. His erection bobbed toward my face as I ran my hands up the warm inside of his thighs and cupped his balls. I massaged them gently, feeling their weight and the wrinkled, baby-soft skin as he groaned and twitched.

  “You taste good when you come too, Quinn,” I murmured. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

  “Yes,” he said quietly, then more forcefully, “Fuck yes, Ariane.” I gave a little laugh. “But of course, it’s not up to you, is it? I’ll decide when and how you come today, Quinn, because you’re mine to do with as I wish.” I delved my tongue over his slit and scooped up a silver drip of pre-cum balancing on the end.

  He moaned and his legs spread wider as if inviting me in. I stretched my jaw and sank down, letting his silken shaft smooth over my tongue and his glossy head buff the back of my throat.

  He stilled and his body tensed.

  My fingers explored below his balls and traced the tiny ridge of skin between his sac and his anus, rubbing and smoothing back and forth over it. I dipped lower still and cir
cled his darkest hole as I pulled my mouth back up his shaft.

  Can I go through with my plan?

  Yes.

  Determinedly I sank my mouth back down, creating a hard suction as my fingertip increased the pressure against his anus. I glanced up. His face was squeezed into his upper arm and his teeth were bared. I suspected he’d stopped breathing as I touched him so intimately, so precisely.

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  I removed my finger and he dragged in a long breath. Reaching for the vibrator, I sucked back up his shaft and as I laved my tongue against his thickest vein I positioned the tapered vibrator head at the center of his clenched hole. His knees twitched against my body, hard, as if involuntarily, and as I tongued the groove below his glans, I gently pushed the first inch into him.

  A deep trembling moan shuddered from his chest and I tensed, wondering what his reaction was going to be. I’d never touched him there before.

  “Jeez, Ariane,” he groaned. “What the fuck are you doing?” I released his shaft from my mouth and caught it in my palm. “You know the safewords,” I said, looking at the muscles on his stomach, tensed to a row of bricks.

  “Yes, yes, I know the words.” His head twisted fast, frenzied and he pressed his face into the inside of his opposite arm. “I know the fucking words,” he snapped.

  He didn’t say “strawberry jelly” so I edged the vibrator into him another inch. His arms yanked the cuffs and his body jerked. I took him back into my mouth, pulled the vibrator almost out then eased it back in, gaining even more entry into his hot darkness.

  My body was buzzing and my heart racing. I was doing to Quinn what he did to me, invading his body, owning his insides. As my head bobbed slowly I set up a steady in-out rhythm with the vibrator. It smoothed in easily and I was careful not to let it slip all the way out on each glide.

  His moans were loud yet strained and his body and cock twitched. My own excitement grew. I wanted him in me. I wanted to fuck him.

  I let his cock slip from my mouth. “Are you ready?” I asked breathlessly.

  “Oh, Jeez, yes, fuck yes.” A sheen of sweat coated the skin above his top lip, beading in his stubble.

  “So what do you say?” I asked. Shuffling upward, I positioned my pussy above his cock and left the vibrator lodged high inside him.

  “Please, please, Ariane, now.” He pulled at the cuffs.

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  “Please what?”

  “Please, fuck me, Ariane, fuck me now, please. I need you. I need you so much.” Hearing him beg almost tipped me over the edge. His voice was so desperate, so frantic. I recognized the same primitive need that he generated in me when I was his hostage.

  With my hands spread on his pecs, I sank down and took him deep into my swollen wetness.

  We groaned in synchrony as he filled my pussy with his steely hardness. For a moment I stilled, relishing him inside me. Then I sat up, reached behind myself and treated him to another few inches of hard invasion.

  “Fucking hell,” he shouted, shock and pleasure tangling in his tone. His arms yanked at the cuffs and his hips thrust upward. He rammed me to the hilt, butting at my cervix.

  I cried out in delight and began a fast, hard grind against him. It took only seconds for my already excited clit to catch fire again and I upped the pace as greedy nerve endings climbed to climax.

  He moaned long and deep. The bed rattled. I tightened my boots, which were folded at his hips, although I suspected he’d forgotten about them as he was overtaken with the things I was doing to other parts of his anatomy.

  Quickly my second orgasm was there to be claimed. But I wanted Quinn to join me.

  It doubled the pleasure if we came together.

  I sank my hand behind myself again, fumbled finding the base of the vibrator, then flicked a tiny switch.

  Instantly it hummed to life, the vibrations juddering into the very core of Quinn.

  His hips bucked and he yelled, “Oh my god, Ariane. Jeez, what the—?” 132

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  I kept my hand on the base, holding it high and firm as my own climax consumed me. It was the thought of what I’d created inside him, in his secret, virginal place, that was so exciting.

  I grated my clit against him, pussy out of control as spasms rocked me. In the height of carnal sensation, I tore open my eyes and saw his face contorted as if in pain.

  But I knew he wasn’t in pain, the way he was shunting into me with raw, wild power told me he was at the opposite end of the spectrum to pain.

  “Oh, fuck—” he gasped as his cock pulsated, twice, three times against my cervix.

  He filled me with his hot, delicious seed—his orgasm stretching on and on, his body taut and writhing, his breaths as short as if he’d run ten miles, the handcuffs clattering wildly on the headboard.

  When finally he stilled, I switched off the vibrator, pulled it from his body and collapsed on top of him, satisfied beyond belief.

  “Oh Jeez,” he whispered into my hair. “I’m sure that shouldn’t have felt so fucking incredible but it did.”

  “I’m glad.” I dropped my face onto his underarm, inhaling deeply and kissing soft, silky strands of damp hair. “That was the plan.” I reached up and pushed the blindfold up his forehead.

  “Have you lain there all those times, wondering what it would be like to trade places with me?” he murmured, tugging his arms but keeping his eyes shut tight.

  “You want me to uncuff you?” I asked, not wanting to answer the question. The truth was I’d never thought of it. It was seeing Eve dominate him that had given me the idea.

  “Yeah, please, my shoulders ache.”

  After lying entwined for half an hour, catching our breath and letting our heart rates steady, we headed downstairs for coffee and croissants.

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  Quinn read the newspapers at the kitchen table as I took coffee into Liam, hoping he was ready to finish working. He was in a darkened room frowning at a computer and had three more screens flashing beside him. He barely acknowledged me but I didn’t push it. Trying to rush Liam with a technology problem was like poking at a cobra. I would get bitten.

  I sat opposite Quinn and we read the papers together, pointing out snippets of interest. Sophie called and we both spoke to her and then Rebecca about how their week at school had gone. They were in a rush to finish the conversation—something to do with a cross-country ride to a nearby farm for hot dogs.

  I was a little sad that the chat with our daughters was so short, but as Quinn and I donned wellington boots and set off across the paddock with the dogs, he took my hand and said it was much better than having them sad and missing us. Better they were busy and having too much fun to be homesick.

  We walked for well over an hour, the dogs delighting in the chance to stretch their legs. The leaves were turning gold and the ground held the first of fall. Despite the fact it was midday when we arrived back, the sun was noticeably lower in the sky. Winter would soon be upon us.

  I set about preparing a joint of beef to roast for dinner, clattering oven trays and scooping vegetables, stuffing and batter mix from the pantry.

  “You want a hand?” Quinn asked.

  I studied him for a moment. He looked so relaxed. It was the first Sunday morning in several that his pager hadn’t gone off. I silently sent up a prayer for it to stay that way for the whole day. It would do him a world of good. “No,” I said. “Go light a fire and sit down. I’ll get this going and I’ll join you.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, of course.”

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  I smiled and slid the beef into the Aga, feeling as content as I ever could when the girls weren’t here.

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  Chapter Ten

  “You watched us?”

 
; “What?” I looked around from peeling potatoes. Quinn stood behind me with his eyes flashing and a flush of red on his cheeks.

  “You watched us,” he snapped again. “I just flicked through the channels and there’s a fucking camera in the spare room.”

  I dragged in a breath, surprised at how angry Quinn appeared to be at the discovery. I hadn’t thought to remove the camera and of course Liam had been in his office for hours. I swallowed tightly. No point denying it, plus Liam had said it wouldn’t matter to Quinn if we watched.

  “Yes, we did,” I said, turning back to the potatoes with a shrug.

  “What the fuck possessed you to think that would be all right, Ariane?” He paced to my side and his eyes narrowed as he stared down at me. “Seriously, what the hell were you fucking thinking?”

  “Don’t swear,” I snapped, dropping the knife on the board and ramming my hands on my hips. “You know I don’t like it.”

  “I’ll swear if I fucking want to. You overstepped the mark, you and Liam. Really overstepped the fucking mark.”

  My temper rose like a tidal swell. How come I was suddenly the guilty one? “No, Quinn,” I said. “You overstepped the mark by thinking it was okay to bring another woman into our home and…and screw her.” My voice was rising. I couldn’t help it.

  “You told me to, for crying out loud. You told me to fuck her.” Quinn was shouting too.

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  “Only because I know what you’re like. You wanted her.” I poked my finger at his chest and jabbed hard. “You wanted her so bad and I knew if I didn’t let you have her you would be like a damn terrier after a rat. You wouldn’t let up.”

  “That’s so unfair. I’ve never cheated on you, never gone behind your back.” He shook his head incredulously. “I don’t know how you can even say that let alone think it.”

  “It was just around the corner, Quinn,” I shouted, flicking my arm to the side. “I’m not blind.” Although I was so angry right now black and red spots had invaded my vision.

  He stared at me, his jaw tight. “Well, you’ve been wrong about two things then, haven’t you?”

 

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