Slowly, I open the door to the bathroom and take the single step across the hall to the doorway of her room, and my breathing stops. Because in the middle of the bed, like the obedient sweet girl that she is, my Quinn is spread-eagled with her plump pink, bare pussy on display for me, and Jesus fucking Christ.
My dick throbs, and my heart races. I don’t deserve to fuck something so pure and beautiful. She’s precious; a rare gem that should be wrapped up in the softest bed of silk and locked away in a remote castle to keep her safe from all the bad shit in the world.
“I’m so proud of you, sunshine. You must really want that reward I promised.”
Her lips curl into a contented smile as she uses the palms of her hands to try to cover her heavy breasts and dark nipples.
“Arms up,” I command. “Hands flat, slide them under your head and interlace your fingers. For now, this is honorary bondage. Meaning you are not to separate or move your hands. If you do, I will find something in this room to actually tie your wrists together. Not only because I never want to see you trying to cover yourself up again, but also, tonight is about your pleasure.”
Her mouth opens, but she does as I say. As she places her hands beneath her head, her pussy lips glisten with even more arousal. I don’t get the feeling my girl would want to do anything extreme with ropes and other restraints, but that’s okay. I’ll experiment with her tonight.
“Good girl. Look at you, being so obedient. That pleases me, sunshine. Makes me want to reward you over and over again.”
She opens her mouth to speak and then snaps her lips shut, uncertainty in her eyes.
“Speak to me, baby. Unless I specifically tell you not to, I want to hear every thought that passes through that pretty mind of yours.” I stand above her, soaking in every inch of her lush body. How beautiful she would look, lying like that with a swollen tummy, filled with my child. She’d be stuck with me for life, whether she liked it or not.
Not a bad idea, honestly.
Not the right idea, but the line between right and wrong in my world is pretty non-existent.
“Um.” Her eyes roam over my body. I haven’t taken a single piece of clothing off yet because I’ve been too damn busy staring at her. “I want to see you naked, too.”
Smiling down at her, we lock eyes, and one by one, I undo the buttons on my shirt and then pull it over my head, revealing all of my tattoos and fighting scars from over the years.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as I reach for my belt, the metal clinking before I yank the leather through the loops and toss it onto the bed.
“Better be a good girl all night, baby. I don’t think you’re ready to feel the lash of my belt on that pretty ass yet.”
When her gaze skirts down to it, her nipples grow harder, and she starts to lift her knees, like she wants to close her legs to hide the arousal she has over the thought of me taking my belt to her ass.
Damn. Quinn Summers might be my soulmate.
Too bad I don’t have a soul.
CHAPTER 20
Quinn
WHAT THE HELL IS HE SMOKING?
My clit quiversas the metal buckle of his belt clinks one last time beside me. How would that feel? Painful? Of course it would hurt. It’s leather. So why does the thought of Xander swatting me with his belt make me pant like a cat in heat?
Because, meow.
Xander’s hands moving to the buttons of his slacks has me snapping my attention to his crotch and the very visible outline of his shaft. He doesn’t move slowly or take any extra time, but it feels like it takes an eternity before he finally lets his monster cock spring free.
“Holy fuuuck,” I whisper as it juts upward, hard, and so damn proud like a flagpole.
Veins. So many thick veins. And it’s flared out perfectly at the head. Long, smooth, and clean. His dark pubic hair is trimmed short. I let my gaze travel over its length again as he steps toward me.
“There are no words in this or any other language to describe how beautiful you are, Quinn.” He stares down at me, his eyes slowly roaming over every bit of me. If it were any other man doing this, I think I’d be on the verge of a panic attack, beingso exposed in this way. But when Xander looks at me, his expression tells me everything I need to know.
His eyes sparkle as he runs his tongue over his lips, and the entire time, his cock stands taller and harder. And all he’s doing is watching me. For a second, it’s a little too intimate. But then he climbs onto the bed between my legs and gently sets my thighs on his shoulders before he lunges forward for my clit, pulling my legs back even farther and wider. It exposes everything to him. My tummy rolls. My asshole. The extra fat is pushing out at my hips from being curled up in this position.
Then he grips me there, holding my soft flesh firmly in his big palms, squeezing as he pulls my core harder against his face. His teeth graze my clit, and I jolt, one of my hands flying out without meaning to. Before I get the chance to touch Xander, he grabs my wrist and lifts his mouth from me, my arousal coating his chin.
“Baby, you can either be a good girl and get rewarded over and over, or you can be a naughty girl and get tied up and teased over and over until you decide to be a good girl. You make the decision,” he says with a smug grin as he releases my hand.
