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At the thought of all the things he could do with Selene and the sweet treat, his balls tightened and his blood hummed. She pivoted and left him, heading down the hall with a great deal of hip action, the hem of the short skirt flirting just below her ass. She was already slipping the straps off her shoulders, making him want nothing more than to follow. But his Mistress had commanded him to eat, for good purpose. He wanted to fuck her senseless all night long, and no way in hell would he risk running out of steam.
Annette had left a couple turkey sandwiches in the oven as she usually did, and he wolfed them down faster than he'd ever eaten anything. The slice of cake he cut was nice and thick, with lots of frosting. As he hefted the two bags in one hand and strode back to the bedroom with the cake plate, his mouth was already watering, but not necessarily for the cake alone.
At the bedroom door he came to a complete stop, frozen in his tracks, awed by the sight of what awaited him. The covers were folded neatly at the foot of the bed and Selene lay stretched out on the sheet, her entire body tinted gold by the lamplight. She was naked, her knees bent and her legs spread wide so her pussy was temptingly open to him, the pink folds already glistening with arousal.
She grinned at him. "Come here, cowboy, and I'll show you the proper way to eat dessert."
"Yeah? Give me just a minute here. Savoring and all that."
"I don't repeat myself, and I don't like waiting. Get over here."
He'd started to set the plate down on the nightstand, but she stretched out an imperious hand. When he gave her a wry look but nevertheless dropped the bags and came forward, she took the plate from him and rested it on her stomach. "Strip," she said.
Quinn kicked his boots in a corner of the closet and dropped everything else in a pile. Then he was on the bed beside her, his cock dark and throbbing, his heart pounding.
"How are you with frosting?" She gave him an impish grin.
He licked his lips. "That depends on what's involved."
"I think you could do a great job decorating my nipples and my pussy, don't you? I'm sure you've got some very creative ideas."
"Oh yeah," he breathed. "Do I ever."
"Show your Mistress how clever you are. How talented."
Scooping a generous amount of the thick frosting with his fingers, he painted first one nipple then the other, covering each tight bud and the areolas completely. He took his time, enjoying the feel of her and the way her body reacted to his touch. Her breath caught in her throat, blue eyes going to half slits. Her knees quivered. Damn. Those third mark enhanced senses told him her arousal was increasing, the scent perfuming the air more densely around them.
"Last night was very intense," she whispered, her fingers playing with the hair along his nape, a half-reverent, half-erotic stroke. "Especially for you. You fought Dix so hard. My heart was pounding, just watching you. My pussy was so wet I knew Butch had to be smelling me, but he was just as absorbed in the two of you as I was."
Quinn wasn't that interested in the Butch side of that equation, but fortunately she didn't linger on that. Her touch trailed over his biceps. "Knowing all your strength is mine to command, knowing your dick was just getting harder as you fought..." She watched him, eyes glittering with desire. "I won't ever stop wanting you, Quinn."
Her voice was throaty with desire, but her eyes shone with that overwhelming need that twined with her ownership of him and made him understand at a gut-deep level that it tied them to each other. She was right, about them needing this. Though lust was pulsing in the air, there was a deep tenderness here, a thick wave of emotion that was a big change from what they'd handled the past twenty-four hours.
He bent his head back to his task, continued to swirl the dark confection in wider circles, covering part of her breasts. Breaking off a piece of cake, he crumbled it over the frosting like scattering sprinkles onto an ice cream sundae. She held herself so still, yet he saw her pulse pounding in the delicate hollow of her throat and felt that energy in the air, like a heat spreading over his skin. The more still she got, the more powerful her reaction.
Shifting his position until he knelt between her outspread thighs, he gathered another generous portion of frosting and began to paint her pussy. First the smooth skin at the top, covering it completely, then carefully down the outer lips. Liquid seeped from her, her slit shining with it, and the scent of it teased at his nostrils further, driving him nuts. When she let out a moan, turning her head to press her cheek against the pillow in involuntary aroused response, he was tempted to toss the rest of the cake and put his mouth on her right now.
The thought was so tempting it apparently penetrated the haze of lust he saw reflected in her gleaming eyes. I don't think so.
Her mind voice had a breathiness that turned him on even more. He would follow her desires, because no matter what he could think up, whatever she demanded only made him harder.
It was just an idea, Mistress.
You are such a horny bastard, Quinn. I think that's why I enjoy you so much.
Actually, the pleasure is all mine.
She laughed, the plate bouncing lightly on her stomach.
When he painted the inner lips, the frosting mixed with her own juices, shining in the reflected light. By the time he'd covered the entire area, she looked as if she wore a chocolate bikini and he was afraid he'd spill himself right there like an excited teenage boy.
"Time to enjoy dessert," Selene instructed, handing him the plate.
He looked from the cake to her.
"Put the plate on the nightstand and attend to your Mistress, Quinn. Eat."
Yes ma'am. He took his time lapping the confection from her nipples and her breasts, first the cake, then swirling his tongue over each ribbon of frosting. He pulled each distended nipple into his mouth in turn, heat washing over him at the eroticism of it. He forced himself to go slowly, giving her every possible minute of pleasure. Reaching over her head, she gripped the spindles on the headboard, arching her body up to his mouth.
Quinn licked until one breast and nipple were free of the chocolate, pausing to take the nipple between his teeth and bite gently.
"I thought I did the biting around here," Selene said, her voice unsteady.
When he looked up he saw the heat in her eyes. "Then you can give me instruction if I do it wrong."
"You're doing just fine." Her words came out on a shaky breath.
By the time he'd cleaned both breasts and nipples he was so aroused his entire body throbbed. He wanted to say the hell with it and plunge right into her cunt, chocolate and all. But she wanted a special treat and he was going to give it to her or die trying. He was enjoying this way more than having Dix hogtie him or suck his dick.
I would certainly hope so. The laughter in her voice made all that seem not as traumatic, yet she was right. This was such a polar opposite of the night before. No brute strength, no pain, no extremes of sensation bruising every nerve in his body. He kept coming back to that word, tender, because this moment was laden with it, a tenderness that they hadn't shared until now. He was touched that she would offer this to him and wanted her to know how much he appreciated it.
I do.
He would have smiled but his mouth was too busy at her pussy, lapping the frosting from the smooth skin. He drew out the process, gathering every bit of chocolate and every drop of her moisture on his tongue and licking his lips over the deliciousness of it. By the time he thrust his tongue deep inside her she was panting and twisting her hips back and forth. But when he moved his mouth to her clit and thrust two fingers inside her she jerked hard enough to dislodge him. He looked up at her, surprised.
"Not yet. I'm not going over yet." She released her grip on the headboard and pushed herself to a sitting position, lifting the cake plate. Rolling to her side, she patted the sheet next her. "Come lie down, Quinn. It's your turn."
"But--"
"Obey your Mistress."
Christ, she was going to destroy him. But he stretched
himself out on his back beside her and waited for whatever came next.
As slowly as he'd decorated her breasts and her pussy, she was even more methodical as she applied the sweet treat to his swollen cock.
