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"But I can handle all those demands now." Male pride said he could have handled it even before, and he could tell she heard that thought, because her lips gave that twitch again.
"We'll see."
He didn't know what the hell that meant, but it better not mean she was going to share those favors. He saw a shadow cross her eyes, reminding him of the conflict she'd explained to him. That's your only choice, to become my servant. After that all other choices are mine. Though not all, because a bigger, badder vampire could take those choices from her as well. From Quinn as well.
He didn't want either of them to go back to that moment, but she leaned over the bed, touched his face. He saw a slight softening of her eyes and mouth, the human side of Selene surfacing enough to give him a qualified gift. "As long as I claim your obedience as my second mark, Quinn, you are the only male from whom I will make demands. I can't give you many promises, but I can give you that one."
The words suggested again she might not be here forever, that one day Quinn would find her gone. But her eyes warned him of confronting that now and, truth, in this position, he wasn't in the mood for a full out argument.
"Good choice," she murmured, drawing back and giving his buttock a smart slap. The impact sang through his haunch like a bruise and he bit back an oath. She might have a slender, female hand, but there was a vampire's strength in it.
"We have a problem to discuss." She straightened, eying him. "While in your mind, I caught a couple things that didn't please me."
"Hey, no man can help noticing Carol's boobs. She wears those tight, low-cut shirts--"
She chuckled, her blue eyes narrowing. "No argument. I've enjoyed looking at them myself. No, cowboy. I'm talking about how you woke up this morning and what you did in your shower. What was the rule?"
Oh shit. "I thought you were mad at me, and I didn't want to come here all revved up--"
"That's where you made your mistake. You didn't want. What did your Mistress want? Think about that for one little second."
Maybe one little blink. She was there, then she wasn't. She was back, two blinks later, the fabric of her dress ruffling over her thighs. There were no panties under that dress and, as his gaze coursed up her thighs, he saw the tracks where his release and her arousal had marked the flesh. It made his cock get stiffer. Then his gaze rose to see where she'd gone.
She had his belt in her hand, doubled over. Fuck. "I asked you a question, Quinn. What did your Mistress want? What did she demand of you?"
"That I call her whenever I wanted to come."
"Exactly." She slid the belt through her fingertips, let the tongue fall to the floor, then slid it up through her fingertips again, doubling it over once more as she shifted closer. She trailed it along the valley of his spine, down the crack of his ass. "Spread out your knees. I want to see that fine, tight ass of yours lifted. Show me what all's mine to play with. Torment if I want."
Okay, she was taking this up a notch. Maybe trying to see just how serious he was about this second mark stuff. But it wasn't a matter of that for him. His body was responding to everything she was demanding, even as his mind was scrambling, giving him the WTF, have you lost your fucking mind screech.
"Say it, Quinn. Who does your climax belong to?"
"My Mistress."
"What else belongs to me? Be detailed." The belt slid down his thigh, back up again.
"Everything. My cock."
Crack!
The belt hit his buttocks square across, and hell, his dad had apparently been an amateur compared to Selene. Which was saying something, since he and his brothers lived in healthy fear of that leather strap. He bit back the oath. "What else?" she said, her voice that silky demand.
"My ass." Which was hurting like a son of a bitch and about to hurt more.
Crack!
"More. Lay it out for me, Quinn. Every body part you can name."
Jesus Christ. He got through arms, legs, feet, hands, mouth, lips... Between hands and mouth, she stepped close enough she put her hand on the back of his neck, exerting gentle pressure to take him down to his elbows. She tapped his carotid. "Throat," he managed thickly.
He tensed for the next blow, but she bent forward, put her lips on the valley of his spine, holding her hand on his nape as she teased that channel, down to his abused ass, at which point her hand slid to his hip.
"You remember I told you I'd eventually fuck you with a strap-on."
"Yes ma'am." The words came naturally, and she let out a purr of satisfaction that spread warmth through his chest. He really had lost his mind.
"No strap-on tonight, cowboy, but I want you to live with the anticipation."
Oh, no problem there. Since Selene had blown into his life, anticipation had been his middle name.
She'd put the belt aside. Her hands were gentle, massaging the cheeks of his ass, much as she'd kneaded his muscles the night before.
"I trust I won't have to repeat that lesson again. You know who to call if you want to come."
"Yes ma'am."
"I'm cruel, Quinn, but not about that. However, I expect you'll get to the point you won't want to come except in my presence, because you'll understand what a gift your self-control is to me."
Slim fingers traced a light line from the base of his spine down through the crevice, pausing at the tight opening, circling before reaching down to cup his balls. His shaft bobbed and a tiny bead of pre-cum dropped to the sheet.
Over and over she followed the cleft, stopping each time for a millisecond at that sensitive spot. Quinn clenched his fists in frustration, hanging onto his control by a thread. But he felt this was some kind of test, and failure would be disastrous.
When she removed her finger he wanted to cry out in protest, but he felt the cool touch of the tube at his rectum and the cream. Then the pressure of her slender finger as she eased it into his tight passage, spreading the balm into his tissues. She added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him. He gritted his teeth, imagining how it
would feel when she used the actual toy on him.
As she continued to stroke her fingers in and out, she slipped a hand between his thighs to cup and squeeze his balls again. "When I fuck you here," she told him, "I want you to be good and ready for me. Before every shower, I want you to take that balm you used the other night and stretch yourself just as you did then. Just as I'm doing now." She pinched his sac. "Because when that dildo slides into your rectum you'll come until you scream for relief."
"Jesus, Selene."
Her hand tightened painfully on his balls. "Proper form of address, cowboy."
"Jesus, Mistress." He'd call her Queen of the May if it brought him some relief. Those magic fingers in his ass were driving him nuts. If anyone had told him even a month ago that he'd be here, like this, reveling in his submission to a woman--any woman--he'd have beaten the shit out of them. Yet here he was, craving her touch, her commands.
He swallowed his protest when she withdrew her fingers, giving his balls one last squeeze.
"Don't move." Slipping off the bed, she took care of the tube, went and washed her hands in the bathroom, leaving him in that position. Then she slid onto the bed to a position beneath him, her legs spread wide on either side of his knees. She did it with a mouthwatering, flexible grace.
"I want you to fuck me now." Her eyes had darkened almost to navy. "But slow. If you try to move too fast, we'll stop and that will be it for the night."
Holy shit! If he didn't come pretty soon his body might self-destruct. He had enough problems dealing with the touch of her fingers as she caressed him.
Quinn took a moment to center himself, lifting her legs so the head of his cock was positioned directly at her opening. Then, eyes locked with hers, he slid very slowly into her hot, waiting cunt.
Heaven. That's all he could think when the wet tissues gripped down on him and his penis bumped the mouth of her womb. Selene raised her legs so her ankles locked behind his neck, the position allowing him to drive deep into her body.
