“Let go, Tess,” Q ordered. His hands fell to my waist, trying to push me off him.
I only gripped harder. I didn’t trust it. Images of slamming onto my head gave me a phantom headache. Blood rushed to my skull, roaring in my ears.
“Let go, esclave.” Q pinched me, stepping away, forcing me to release. I swung, snapping into place, held by the chain. The ropes took my weight, tightening against my body, but not enough to strangle or cut off my blood supply. The knots Q had created kept it from slicing me.
Everything I knew was different. Up was now down. Down was now up. I felt awkward and uncomfortable and completely strange. My legs were bound loosely together, letting my knees fall downward like an upside down crouch, leaving me blatantly exposed and open.
My arms were tied to my body, giving no hope of escape.
Q disappeared and came back with a stool. With strength I’d always found such a turn on, he hoisted me higher, gradually shortening the chain until my mouth was at the perfect height.
Hip height.
Cock height.
I blinked, fighting a rush of nausea. It was surreal to be hanging upside down, so vulnerable.
Stepping off the stool, Q kicked it away. His hands whispered over my stomach, slowly changing my discomfort to eagerness.
Even upside down, Q painted an incredible sight. His legs were spread, powerful quads tight and covered in a splashing of hair. His cock hung heavy and hard, perfectly straight and begging to fill me. His tattoo only added to his mystique and erotic allure.
Planting himself in front of me, he stroked my dangling hair before caressing my cheek. “I never thought I’d get to see you like this, Tess. I’m ready to fucking blow just thinking about all the delicious things I can do.” His touch turned dangerous as he cupped my breast. “Who’s your master?”
My eyes refused to stay open as he squeezed my nipple. “You.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
His touch danced over my sides, pushing me, making me spin slowly. His fingers trailed around my rotating body, never stopping their exploration. I flinched when he touched my burning backside and thighs, the tender skin way too sensitive.
“You’re my every fantasy come to life. I can’t believe you’re real.” His mouth kissed my upper thigh, his five o’clock shadow rasping. “I’m going to worship you.” His breath skated over my pussy.
I moaned; I’d never been so sensitive, so aware of the predicament I was in.
His lips moved to my hipbone, nipping tenderly. “Do you know what I’m going to do first?”
I whimpered, closing my eyes, focused entirely on his words whispering over my skin.
“I’d planned on punishing you. I’d planned on marking you, like I did with the wax on your breast. I’d planned on doing so many things but my self-control won’t let me.” He spun me around, slapping hands on my smarting ass. “Do you know why I can’t?”
I shook my head, feeling heavy and slow with the rush of blood in my ears. “It’s because I need to be inside you. I need to claim you. I’ve marked you enough, and I have plenty of time to mark you after—but right now—I need to fuck you.”
I shivered. Lust replaced heaviness, flowing thick and fast.
Q brought me to face him. His cock filled my vision; my mouth watered.
“However, before I can fill you, I have to do one thing. I promised. And I never break my promises.” His mouth came achingly close to my pussy. His hands landed on very sensitive inner thighs, keeping me spread. I cringed in embarrassment, then cried out as he trailed his nose through my folds. “Goddammit, you smell divine.”
I twisted in the ropes. Lick me. “Q—”
“What was my promise, esclave?” His breath tickled my clit, making me jerk in the ropes.
“You said…” I couldn’t continue—his nose nuzzled me again.
“Go on…” He pulled away, leaving me throbbing for more.
“You said you would make me come on your fingers, tongue, and cock.”
“Good girl. And do you think you deserve my tongue?”
Damn his mental torture. I wanted to scream. I wanted to grab his head and force him to lick. But I hung completely helpless. “Yes…I deserve it. Please—give it to me.”
Q’s fingers bit into my flesh. “Ask nicely, Tess. Do you want me to taste you?”
I bit my lip, humming in acknowledgement.
My mouth popped wide as his tongue licked once—thoroughly and languishingly—over my entrance.
“Say please if you want me to fuck you with my tongue, esclave.”
My core liquefied. “Please. S'il vous plait. I want your tongue, maître.”
I groaned as his mouth latched over my pussy. So possessive. So sure. His tongue swirled my clit, using the flat muscle to drench me in saliva before thrusting the tip deep inside.
Oh, my fucking God.
Fire replaced my blood. Gasoline seared my veins. Every heartbeat was a match.
The orgasm from before heightened the sensations, my stomach muscles clenched, my entire body wanted to run from his relentless tongue.
I needed something. I wanted to hold something. I demanded something to distract myself from the incredible, overwhelming pleasure. I was completely at Q’s mercy. The knowledge he could do whatever he damn well pleased turned me into a wobbling mess.
His hands held me firm. His tongue licked with power. Every sweep sent my head pounding with pressure. I wouldn’t last long. Already my toes curled at the onslaught. His rough-smooth cheeks created their own fire against my thighs as I fought to bring my legs together.
“I’m going to make you come. Right now.” His mouth smashed against me, bruising. My entire world detonated—blinked out like a cataclysmic explosion.
He sank inside—deep and strong, giving me nowhere to hide. His tongue did exactly as he said it would—fucked me.
“Oh, God.”
I’d never been so devoured, so taken. The firmness of his mouth and dexterity of his tongue unravelled me to the point of insanity. He was serious about making me come—his tongue thrust hard, building a nucleus inside wanting to release.
Needing to do something, anything, before drifting away on a sea of pleasure, I opened my eyes. His cock stood tall and hard, only centimetres away from my mouth.
Two can consume.
Licking my lips, I used my stomach muscles to swing forward. Capturing the tip of him, I wasted no time sucking him into my mouth. A centimetre, then an inch, until his hotness touched the back of my throat.
His tongue spasmed inside me. He sucked in a ragged breath, then surged his hips forward, gliding deeper into me. He gave me everything I wanted in one sure thrust.
I lost myself to his musky taste. The saltiness of his excitement, the silky steel of skin, the throbbing blood in his veins. I couldn’t control anything and Q surged forward again, using my mouth, fucking my mouth just like his tongue fucked me. Every twitch of his hips rewarded me with a tongue sweep, plunging deeper.
My breathing caught and hitched.
My head was too heavy, too full of blood. My toes tingled from being upside down. All basic power had been taken. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe.
I was his.
His to use, lick, punish, fuck.
It was torture. It was heaven. I’d never done anything so untamed and sexual.
Q traced his fingers from my inner thigh to my core. He flicked my clit, driving his tongue deeper inside.
The first tingle of an orgasm had me frantically sucking, licking in return. He groaned—the vibration echoed through my pussy, sending me ever closer to coming.
I cried out, breaking the suction around his cock. It didn’t stop him thrusting into me—treating me like a sex toy. For some reason the callous way he sought my mouth made me lose all inhibitions.
I no longer cared about him being so intimate with every pink part of me. I no longer cared about my freez
ing legs and pounding head. All I wanted was freedom.
I wanted to come.
Opening my jaw as wide as I could, I accepted his next thrust, swallowing his erection completely. I was so languid, so loose, filled with sparking desire, my gag reflex didn’t engage as he slid down my throat. My nose pressed against his balls, inhaling his masculine scent.
“Fuuuck,” Q growled, his focus on me interrupted.
Power filled me. Even though I couldn’t be any more defenceless, I’d somehow taken charge—if only for a second.
Q’s hips shot forward, filling my mouth with every eager inch he had. “Goddammit, Tess.” A ripple shot from the base and a splash of hotness hit my tongue. Q pulled out, breathing hard. “Fuck. I’m not ready to come. When I do, it’s going to be so far inside you, you’ll know exactly who your master is.”
His mouth collided with my pussy again. And this time—there was no mercy. His tongue drove deep, making me blind with need.
Then he bit me.
His teeth captured my clit in painful surrender. Sharp. Hard. Sweet, sweet pain.
I came.
Ribbons of pleasure unspooled in my belly; I stiffened in the ropes. His hands kept my legs apart, forcing his tongue into me.
I bucked and convulsed as my inner muscles rippled in his mouth.
Each wave squeezed around his tongue, milking him. I’d never been so wet, so turned on. My entire body danced with spangled light.
The moment my orgasm ended, Q detached a rope and undid a few knots. Then I was swinging.
Swinging with no warning until my feet hit the floor. I stumbled, utterly befuddled on how to stand. He’d shattered my mental abilities.
Not that it mattered.
Q grabbed my hips, splaying my shaky legs. Letting the chain hold most of my weight, he jerked me backward, and in one savage thrust, sank his beautiful cock deep, deep inside me.
I screamed at the fullness—the intrusion.
His fingernails broke my skin as he pounded into me, pushing me forward before pulling me back.
I was drenched.
Dripping.
My body offered no resistance, and I stretched with delicious welcome. My cheeks were wet from sucking Q, my limbs tingled with life. But nothing would ever compete with the amazing combination of my burning ass bruising against Q’s hipbones as he drove deep, deep, deeper.
“God, you’re so fucking tight. So tight.” He sounded different—raw, animalistic.
One hand left my hip, making its way to where we joined. I jerked as he found my clit. It physically hurt after two mind-blowing orgasms.
Stealing my moisture, he travelled back up.
I froze as he touched the one place he hadn’t before. The puckered hole that up till now I’d never thought of including in sex. I’d seen videos, read about it, but I hadn’t been tempted.
If I was honest—it petrified me.
I clenched my cheeks, trying to wiggle from his finger. But he forced me still, thrusting his cock harder.
His digit pressed threateningly. His breath heated my ear. “I haven’t gone here yet. I wanted to take my time. But I’m giving you fair warning, esclave. I want it. I want all of you. Nothing is safe from me.”
I shuddered as his touch turned harder, probing. “And I’m going to take it with or without your consent.”
My heart went from beating to screaming. No! I didn’t want it.
Q rocked again, his cock hitting my g-spot in a perfect thrust.
I blanked out for a moment with pleasure, then stiffened as his finger swirled with lubrication, pressing hard. Coaxing, teasing, working my body against me.
“Q—don’t.” My heart flurried with panic not desire. My brain scrambled with the incredibleness of his cock and the terror of his probing finger.
“You said you’d let me do anything.” With another press, he breached the seal of my body.
Pain.
Bitter pain.
Foreign pain.
Automatically I pushed back, horrified at the unwelcome entry.
I felt violated. Dirty.
I drew blood as my teeth clamped hard on my bottom lip, stopping myself from crying. I didn’t want to give away my fear. I didn’t want to excite Q any more than he was. His breathing rasped over me, drugged with desire.
With another thrust of his cock, he pressed his finger deeper. The overwhelming feeling of being too full—too stretched—made me feel…
I no longer knew.
I couldn’t discern if I hated it or loved it. It wasn’t known, and I wasn’t ready to understand what it meant.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here, Tess. Shit—” His finger hooked inside, stretching my body as his cock drove upward. The combined pressure sent an extra thrill down my spine—my back snapped straight.
“It’s mine. Just like everything else about you.” Withdrawing his digit, he fisted his cock, sliding wetly out of me to nudge against my hole.
I couldn’t help it. My hips rolled forward. I wanted to run. I wasn’t ready. Not ready!
Q slapped my ass, amplifying the punishment from earlier, dragging me backward and sinking inside my pussy.
I exhaled heavily, moaning in relief. I wanted him there. And only there.
His breathing was short and angry. “You won’t get away when I’m ready to take that part of you, esclave.”
The threat hung between us. My fearful question fell from my lips. “But not today?” Please say not today.
It took a never ending minute for Q to reply, but finally he huffed. “I won’t push you to do something you’re not ready.” Running his hands up my spine, he worked to my front, capturing my breasts. “Not today.”
The relief melted the terror in my blood, filling me with quivering need. I thrust backward, causing his cock to strike the top of my womb.
I wanted to say thank you but my brain was jumbled. I wanted to tell him I would be open—maybe, but all I wanted to focus on was him in me—together.
He groaned, using my hips as anchors, driving upward. “God, I want to come—”
I wished I could see him, understand his sudden hesitation. “Then come.”
He thrust again before pulling out. He stepped back, leaving me hanging with my arms pinned to my sides, not knowing what the hell was going on.
Q fumbled with the carabiner behind, untethering me from the chain. My weight shifted from ceiling to being crushed against the earth on lust-laden limbs. The moment I was free, Q spun me around, backing me up against the wall.
My shoulders slammed against the surface. I didn’t have time to breathe as he picked up a knife from a table close by.
My mouth went terribly dry.
His eyes were luminous, burning a path right to my soul. Hooking a fingertip under one of the knots, Q sliced it with a flick of his wrist.
We didn’t say a word as he cut off every loop and fetter. My heart bounced. I was empty without him. My eyes kept drifting to his glistening hard cock, wishing he would enter me again.
When the final rope fell away, we locked gazes.
Time stood still as we stared and stared and made promises and told stories and weaved our souls ever tighter together.
Q broke the spell, dragging a rough thumb over my lips. “Je t'aime.” I love you.
My body went heavy. I knew what he wanted.
Desire. Thick craving desire.
My eyes widened. Holy hell, I want it, too. Badly.
My eyes fell to the faded scar where he’d nicked just below his nipple the night in the carousel room. He’d let me suckle. He’d let me taste everything that he was.
Q smiled softly, keeping eye contact as he positioned the sharp blade over the scar and re-opened it with a shallow slice. The black ooze of blood in the dark sent my soul ricocheting around my body. It wasn’t right. It was so, so wrong.
But fuck, I wanted to taste.
My gaze glued to the trickle of blood. My mouth fell open as Q grabbed my waist, hoisted m
e up, and slid inside in one effortless move. His hands held me tight while I wrapped my legs around his hips, imprisoning him.
His eyes glazed, thrusting upward, filling me impossibly deep. “Take me,” he whispered, leaning back.
I couldn’t say a word as I curled into him, pressing my mouth against his chest. My tongue came out and ever so gently lapped his wound.
The instant the sharp metallicness of his blood hit my tastebuds, everything rewound, imploded, exploded, detonated—existed no more.
Everything was inconsequential compared to this man. I couldn’t let the past steal my future. I couldn’t let what I’d done fog my happiness. And I couldn’t, under any circumstance, let Leather Jacket and White Man steal my joy of pain.
I would never run again. I would never hide again. I would never fear Q’s delectable punishment.
I was home.
I’d been so caught up in his taste, I didn’t feel Q’s assault on my body. I returned to reality with a slam. Q’s face was tight, his hips pounding into me with rhythmic pulses, driving himself closer and closer to the end.
His teeth were bared. He looked strong and real and entirely dangerous.
My back bowed as he thrust harder, harder. I loved his possession—found ultimate bliss in his arms.
“I have to…Tess. Forgive me.” I cried out as his mouth latched onto my shoulder, the sharp puncture of teeth breaking my skin. He sucked deep, dragging my own essence into him.
It was the most basic of us. The life-force in our veins. The neural highway where our soul swam and gave animation to lifeless bodies. By drinking me, he not only took my body, but also my soul in liquid form.
An orgasm spiralled from nowhere. Spurred not from the exquisite joy of having Q inside me—but from the joy at knowing I belonged.
It wasn’t a body orgasm. It was more than that.
It was a soul orgasm.
Q braced himself, spreading his legs to thrust harder. My back bruised, my breasts jiggled, and I threw myself into the brightest, sharpest release yet. The orgasm started thorny and almost unwilling, but Q relentlessly pursued it.
Another thrust and I came.
It split me in two.
My legs squeezed my master until he grunted with pain. I relished in the power rippling down his back before he followed me into heaven.
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