Quantum Boxed Set: The Complete Series

by Force, Marie

  The tension leaves her body as her inner muscles relax to allow me in. “Yes,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “God, yes.” Nothing—and I do mean nothing—has ever felt better than being inside her tight, hot body. I could die right now, and I’d go happier than I’ve ever been. I grasp her ass and move her up and down on my rigid cock. “Ride me, sweetheart. Move your hips. Yes… Just like that.” Fucking hell… She shifts her hips and takes me right to the edge of release. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from coming too soon. It’s been years since that was a challenge for me.

  I need her to come so I can, too. I stroke her clit, and she cries out from a powerful release. The driver definitely heard that, but I’m right behind her, so I can’t think about anything but the sweet relief of losing myself in her. I look up at her, panting and red-faced and smiling with satisfaction, and I’m filled with what can only be called euphoria. Not even winning the Oscar could compare to this, and the words are falling out of my mouth before I take even a second to contemplate what I’m saying.

  “I love you, Aileen.”

  She sucks in a sharp deep breath, and the way she looks at me…

  I’ll never forget it.

  “I love you, too.”

  “You do? Really?” I don’t tell her that’s the first time in my life anyone has said those words to me. Yes, I know my partners love me, but we don’t throw the words around, and I don’t remember my mother well enough to know if she ever said it.

  “I really do. I think I have since the day I first met you.”

  On the verge of totally losing my shit, I wrap my arms around her, my head resting against her chest.

  She runs her fingers through my hair, the gesture soothing and arousing at the same time. My cock begins to swell again.

  “You’re insatiable,” she says, laughing.

  “Only with you.” I glance out the window and see we’re getting close to the Quantum building, so I lift her up and off me.

  “Jeez,” she says, gasping. “A little warning next time, huh?”

  “Sorry.” I flash a grin in her direction because she makes me so damned happy. I’ve never had someone who belonged only to me before, and I can’t begin to process the myriad emotions that come with knowing that she loves me. Overwhelming is the best word I can think of to describe it.

  “You’ve made a complete mess of me,” she says, squirming in the seat next to me.

  I pull some tissues from a box provided by the car service and hand them to her.

  She discreetly takes care of business and jams the tissues into a trash bag before righting her dress and running her fingers through her hair. “Will everyone be able to tell I was ravished in the car?”

  “So what if they can? We’re going to a sex club.”

  “We are? Right now?”

  “Right now. It’s the perfect time to go. You won’t see anyone you know there with our friends still at the party.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  I glance over at her, trying to get a read on what she’s thinking. “Is it? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

  “I want to, but I also want to be alone with you.”

  My heart swells to the point that I wonder if a heart can burst from feeling too much. “We won’t stay long.” I zip my cock, which is still partially hard, into my pants and tuck in my shirt. By the time the driver comes to the door, we’re presentable. I take hold of her hand and lead her into the building. “Your new office is upstairs.” I lay my hand on a palm scanner. “And the club is in the basement. Same setup in New York.”

  “How do you keep something like this a secret in this town?”

  “Everyone who steps foot in the club, yourself included, signs a binding nondisclosure agreement that makes it very clear that we’ll ruin them if they breathe a word of what goes on here. In addition to that, we have a one-million-dollar nonrefundable membership initiation fee that tends to keep the riffraff out.”

  “Wow. I’m trying to imagine what it would be like to have an extra million bucks lying around to spend on something like this.”

  I don’t mention that if I’m lucky enough to convince her to marry me someday, she’ll have plenty of millions to do with as she likes. This relationship business may be brand-new to me, but even I know it’s too soon for that conversation.

  “People in the entertainment business appreciate having an exclusive club where they can go and be themselves without fear of being exposed.”

  “I suppose that would be comforting when you live in a fishbowl.”

  In the elevator, I turn to her. I slide a finger over her cheek, and she gazes up at me with those big, expressive eyes. In them, I see trust and love and so many other things that rock my world. “If you see anything that disturbs or frightens you, all you have to do is say so. What’s your safe word?”

  “Destiny.”

  Best safe word ever. “Use it if you need it.” I take her hand and lead her into the reception area, where I’m greeted by Lily, one of the three women we hired to handle guest relations after we opened the club to the public.

  “Good evening, Mr. Bowen.”

  “Hi, Lily. I need an NDA for my guest, please.”

  “Of course.” She leads us into an office where Aileen is given the NDA along with a detailed explanation of the club rules. “If you don’t have any questions, you can sign here.”

  Aileen signs the form.

  “Thanks, Lily.” I lead Aileen from the office, through the double doors that bear our distinctive Q logo and into the club, which is busy as usual on a Saturday night. Scenes are happening on each of the three main stages, others are being negotiated in the various sitting areas, and servers wearing as little as possible tend to the crowd. The dance floor is full of writhing bodies moving to a sexy hip-hop beat. I keep a tight hold on Aileen’s hand as we head to the bar, where one of the backup bartenders is on duty. I believe his name is Marco.

  He recognizes me, clears two stools for us and has a Grey Goose and soda with a twist of lemon on the bar for me before I’m seated. Ownership has its perks.

  “Evening, Mr. Bowen. What can I get for your guest?”

  “Chardonnay, please.”

  “Coming right up.”

  “They treat you like a king here,” she says.

  “They should. I own the joint. What do you think of it?”

  “It’s a lot to take in all at once.” Her gaze moves from the main stage, where a Domme has her female sub bent over a spanking chair as she paddles the sub’s ass. The sub is naked except for a pair of six-inch heels.

  “What’re you thinking watching them?”

  “I’m wondering if the paddle hurts.”

  “It stings more than hurts.”

  “Is she being pleasured or punished?”

  “That’s an excellent question. We don’t allow punishment on the main floor, so it’s all about pleasure out here.”

  “Where would punishment happen?”

  “In the dungeon, which is available for the Quantum principals only, or in one of the private rooms. I’ll show you them in a bit.”

  “And the sub… She likes being paddled?”

  “Watch for a minute and see if your question is answered.”

  Over the next few minutes, the sub orgasms loudly, leaving her inner thighs slick with moisture.

  “Wow,” Aileen says, her eyes bigger than usual. “She came just from being paddled?”

  “Yep, but it’s more than the paddling. She allowed someone else to control her pleasure, and that psychological mind game is a huge turn-on for many subs.”

  Aileen crosses her legs and moves restlessly on her seat.

  I put my arm around her and press my lips to her ear. “Does watching turn you on, sweetheart?”

  “Mmm. Big-time.”

  I love her honesty. It’s so refreshing—and arousing.

  “What’s going on over there?” She points to the stage on the left side of the room.
r />   “That’s a St. Andrew’s Cross.”

  “I read about them.”

  “I love that you’ve researched this.”

  “It was far more interesting than the research I used to do for the law firm where I worked.”

  “I’ll bet,” I say, laughing. “Did it make you hot to read about it?”

  “Incredibly hot.”

  “Aileen…”

  She tears her gaze off the sight of the woman on the cross to look at me. “Does it make you happy to hear that?”

  “Every single thing about you makes me happy.”

  Chapter 21

  I lean into him, loving the feel of his arms around me as I watch the action on the stages, intrigued by everything I see.

  He loves me. He’s sharing both his public and private worlds with me tonight, and I feel so lucky because I know none of what’s happening between us comes naturally to him. It’s a huge deal for him to open himself to me this way, and his words of love are among the greatest gifts I’ve ever received. I want to be worthy of them. I want to give him everything he needs, and that’s why we’re here, so I can learn more about what he needs.

  “Talk to me about what you like to do here.”

  “What I did here is in the past now.”

  “I’d still like to know.”

  I feel his deep sigh against my back. “I’ve done it all. Everything you see happening here, I’ve done, but it never meant anything. It was a physical thing, akin to working out at a gym, if you can think of it that way. And it was a mental exercise, too. A stress reliever. It doesn’t turn me on to watch them,” he says, gesturing to the stages, “because I have you now.”

  “It’s okay with me if it turns you on to watch.”

  “That’s good to know, but it doesn’t do anything for me. All I want is to show you enough to give you a sense of what it’s about and then get the hell out of here so I can be alone with you.”

  “Give me a tour, and then we’ll go.”

  He takes my hand and is off his stool so quickly, I scramble to keep up. I love that he’s every bit as eager to be alone with me. We cross the crowded main room and duck into a hallway that’s dark except for three lightbulbs. “Pick one,” Kristian says.

  “What am I picking?”

  “One of three rooms currently in use.”

  “Oh.” I point to the middle one, wild with curiosity about what I might see behind the closed door. I follow Kristian through a doorway to the left of the room I chose. Inside, a woman stands with her arms behind her, while a man dressed in a police uniform circles the table with what looks like a riding crop in his hand. The woman trembles uncontrollably as she watches him with eyes gone wild with fear.

  “She’s afraid.”

  “Everything has been agreed to in advance. She can stop it at any time with one word.” Standing behind me, he slides an arm around my waist. I can feel his erection against my bottom.

  “Do they know we’re here?”

  “They know it’s possible people might watch them.”

  He presses a button that allows us to hear what they’re saying. “You’ve been a very bad girl, princess,” the man says.

  “I didn’t do it. I swear.”

  “My sources tell me otherwise.” He steps behind her and releases her hands from the cuffs.

  She rubs her arms and flexes her hands.

  “Our records show you’ve never been arrested.”

  “I haven’t.”

  “Then you don’t know the drill. I’ll need you to remove your clothing.”

  She stares at him. “I want a female officer.”

  “I’m sorry. That’s not possible. We have no women on duty tonight, so you’re stuck with me. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s up to you.”

  “Wh-what’s the hard way?”

  “I rip the clothes from your body and do a cavity search without lubricant.”

  Her throat bulges as she swallows, and her hands tremble violently as she unbuttons her blouse and removes it.

  “Hurry up about it,” he barks, making me jump.

  “Easy, honey,” Kristian says, his palm flat against my belly. “It’s all for effect.”

  “It’s working.”

  He holds me tighter. “I love having you here with me.”

  “I love being here with you.”

  I’m so close to him, I can feel his every breath as I watch the woman in the room remove her skirt and heels.

  “C-can I leave my underwear on?”

  “I can’t very well perform a cavity search if you’re wearing underwear. Everything off. Now.”

  Tears roll down her face as she removes her bra and then steps out of her panties. She can’t decide what she wants to cover with her hands—her breasts or her pussy. He solves that dilemma for her by telling her to lift her arms and hold them straight out while he runs his hands over her body, examining her.

  Tweaking her nipples, he says, “I think someone is enjoying being strip-searched.”

  “N-no, Sir. I’m not enjoying it.”

  “Are you sure you’re not enjoying it?”

  “Very sure.”

  “Get on the table.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. Get on the table, lie on your back and spread your legs.” As he speaks, he puts on a latex glove.

  “Wh-what’re you going to do?”

  Her stammer and obvious fear make me anxious for her, as if this is happening to me rather than her.

  “If I have to say it again, I’m going to spank your ass before I check to make sure you’re not sneaking anything into my jail.”

  She scurries onto the table and gets into the position he requested.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Her feet inch apart.

  “Wider.”

  My anxiety spikes into the red zone, and I shift from one foot to the other.

  “Does my baby like what she sees?” Kristian asks, his hand sliding down to cup me intimately.

  I wonder if he can feel the heat that radiates from me.

  “Mmm… I think she likes it.”

  “Shhh. I want to hear what they’re saying.”

  His low chuckle makes me smile. I love to make him happy, even if it means stepping way outside my comfort zone to experience something new.

  “Are you sneaking anything into my jail?” the man in the room asks.

  “No! I wouldn’t do that.”

  “And I’m supposed to take your word for it?” He produces a tube of lubricant that he squirts onto his fingers. “Open up.”

  “Please… Don’t do this.”

  “This is standard operating procedure for all prisoners. If you don’t cooperate with the exam, I’ll bring in another officer to hold you down. It’s up to you.”

  “I’ll c-cooperate,” she says, sobbing now.

  I grasp Kristian’s hand, needing to hold on to him while I watch the scene unfold before me.

  He rubs his hard cock against my bottom, making my legs weak under me. All my senses are engaged. I’ve never been more aroused in my life than I am with him hot and sexy behind me as I watch the man in the room slide his fingers into her pussy, probing deep and then thrusting them in again.

  She raises her hips off the table.

  “Stay still,” he says, dragging out the “exam” as long as he can before withdrawing his fingers. “Turn over.”

  “Wh-why?”

  “Your pussy’s not the only hiding place.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “Do I look like I’m kidding? Turn over now, or this is going to get ugly for you.”

  She mutters something under her breath that I can’t hear, but she does as she’s told and turns onto her belly.

  He spanks her ass. Hard. “That’s for talking back.”

  Her body shakes with sobs. “I’m sorry.”

  “Save it for someone who cares.” He probes between her cheeks, and her entire body
goes rigid with shock.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper.

  “Do you need your safe word?” Kristian asks.

  “No, but I think she does.”

  “She can stop it at any time.”

  He penetrates her with two fingers, and she screams so loudly, I pull back from the window, feeling almost assaulted by her screams.

  Kristian tightens his arms around me. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. She’s not in any danger. I promise.”

  Watching the man fuck her ass with his fingers, I shake almost as hard as she does, again like it’s happening to me. The aching throb between my legs intensifies to the point that I wonder if I can come simply from watching someone else’s scene. My breathing is choppy and erratic, my face feels hot, and my nipples are so hard, they hurt.

  The man in the room produces a large object that he holds up for her to see.

  “Wh-what’s that?”

  “A plug so you can’t sneak anything into your tightest hiding place while we’re processing you.”

  “Where would I get something to hide in there?”

  “You’d be surprised how clever our prisoners can be.”

  “I-I don’t want that.”

  “Too bad. You don’t have a choice.”

  She’s crying so hard that her body jerks.

  He spanks her other ass cheek. “Knock it off and hold still.” After lubing up the plug, which looks huge to me, he presses it against her ass.

  She screams even louder than she did with his fingers.

  My knees buckle under me, and only Kristian’s arms around me keep me from falling.

  “That’s it,” he says gruffly. “Let’s go.”

  “No! I want to see how it ends.”

  Judging by the tension I feel coming from him, he’s not sure he should let me stay, but he doesn’t make a move to leave.

  The Dom draws out the insertion of the plug to the point that the sub is a drooling, snotty mess by the time it’s fully seated in her. With his hands on her hips, he drags her to the end of the table. “One more mandatory examination,” he says, withdrawing his huge cock and stroking it before aiming it at her pussy and pushing into her.

  She comes the second he enters her, screaming the whole time he’s fucking her.