Quentin’s cock pulled out slowly, driving me wild with desire, aching to have him inside me again. He pressed into me hard and fast before repeating the movement over and over again—first slow, then fast. My pussy clenched tight around him and I could feel my muscles grabbing frantically at him each time he pulled back, teasing me.

Then I felt something nudge at the opening to my back door. He knew I wasn’t a huge fan of ass play, but he liked to push my buttons. Gritting my teeth, I wriggled my ass against him, and he slowly entered my rear with what I guessed to be his thumb. The added stimulation to my other hole while he continued to plunge into me took me to a new level of ecstasy. He played my body like a musical instrument, and I gave myself over to him completely. I lay against the car, willing him to keep doing what he was doing.

“What do you think people would think if they saw you here, on my car, getting fucked from behind in public like this?”

Oh crap. I’d gotten so lost in the moment I’d forgotten that anyone could walk by and see us. I swallowed hard. “They’d think that I was a dirty whore.”

He slapped my ass before grabbing my hips and picking up the pace. He fucked me deep and hard, his balls slapping against my clit. “That’s right. You’re my dirty girl. You’ll take what I give you. You’ll do whatever I say. Isn’t that right, doll?”

“Yes, sir,” I managed, though it was hard to speak clearly when he was pounding my body so hard. It was the first time he’d ever called me doll, and the combination of that little endearment combined with everything else sent me over the edge.

The night sky exploded in front of me, stars floating everywhere while my body shook with tremors of bliss. I hugged the hood of the car and cried out an unintelligible call of joy. As I rode the waves of my climax, it occurred to me that I forgot to ask Quentin for permission to come. But in the midst of the sexual high I was experiencing at that moment, that didn’t matter. If he wanted to punish me for that, I would take it. At that moment, everything in the world was fine. If I had looked up and seen a crowd of people gathered watching me, that would be fine too.

That made me giggle, and the thought of it made the next wave of my orgasm hit me even harder.

All the while, Quentin continued to rock his cock in and out of my pussy. As I started to come down from my own release, I noticed he was still using my body for his own pleasure, and that turned me on—not only lubricating my cunt for him, but switching on something in my brain. I wanted to be his, and I wanted him to use my body for his own release.

“Please, sir. Use me.”

With a snarl he pumped his hips against me once, then again a final time before he shot his seed toward my womb and stilled. The only sound in the parking lot then was his labored breathing.

“Thank you, sir.”

He withdrew, went around to the side of the car to fetch some napkins, which he handed to me, presumably to help me clean myself up. Then he lifted me up from the car hood and kissed me on the forehead.

“Welcome to Seattle. Want to get something to eat?”

About twenty minutes later we were sitting in a chain restaurant chatting like old friends, which was nice. Doing something “normal” like this was comforting, if kinda weird.

“So what else do you do, besides your work?” I asked.

“Lots of things. I try to stay active. I hike, go to the gym, read. I like sports, soccer in particular. I don’t live my life in Dom mode.” He shook his head. “Do you think I go to restaurants and spank the waitress if she gets my order wrong? Bark at people all day long?”

I conjured up a mental image of this and laughed. “I don’t know. Maybe you tell the waitress ‘good girl’ when she gets it right.”

He scooted around the circular booth to pull me to him. “I only do that with you, though I do like the idea of you kneeling at my feet, and me feeding you your dinner if you are a good girl.”

“You’re terribly kinky, you know that?”

He nodded. “It’s a curse.”

“Maybe, if you find the right partner, it doesn’t have to be. But seriously, I want to get to know the side of you that’s not always being kinky.”

“I am kinky a lot of the time. That’s why I want to interact with you so often during the day. I like to keep it going.”

“So you’re highly oversexed. I get that, but everyone has to deal with real life stuff and some situations don’t have room for sex. Like paying the water bill. Doing the dishes. Taking out the trash. Taxes. Some things are not sexy, and for you to pretend like everything in a relationship needs to be about sex is bullshit. You’re lying to yourself if you think it’s enough.”

He sighed. “You’re right.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, you’re pretty smart, you know that?”

I nodded.

“Maybe I need a smart little subbie like you to keep me in line.”

“Probably.”

“So what do you propose? How are we going to work this out? You’re about to start teaching again… I have a life here.”

“Have you ever heard of this thing… it’s called the internet. It helps people connect.”

“But I thought that wasn’t enough for you. I’m not sure it’s enough for me anymore.”

“What if we meet up on weekends sometimes? See where things go…”

He took a long, deep breath. “Let’s do it.”

“Really?” I couldn’t believe it, and I was filled with happiness.

“I think it’s a good place to start. I know with school, your schedule isn’t as flexible as mine. I can fly down to see you some weekends.”

“You’d do that?” I wasn’t sure how it would turn out, but at least he wanted to give it a shot.

“Of course. You’ve given so much of yourself to me, Sophie. It’s the least I can do.”

I stared into those amazing brown eyes of his. “You, sir, are full of surprises.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” he said, lifting a brow.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Being around Quentin definitely affected my appetite. I hadn’t been hungry during dinner. At least not for food.

When he walked me to the car and opened my door for me I appreciated his manners, and it reminded me that whether he was spanking me or humiliating me in a public place, he did it because he believed I needed it. He wasn’t a mind-reader, but he’d gotten to know me well enough by helping me get in touch with my darkest desires that he made superb educated guesses about how to take me to new heights sexually, often putting my needs over his own. That was chivalry in my book, albeit a slightly warped and kinky version of it. Not exactly what Bunny would be teaching the young men at Junior Cotillion, but chivalrous nonetheless.

We drove for about thirty minutes, up windy roads and into the woods.

“Do you have a fireplace?”

“Of course.”

“It hardly gets cold enough where I live to build a fire, even during winter.”

“Well, it gets cold enough up here.”

“Do you chop your own wood, or is that just on television—the sexy lumberjack outside swinging an axe?” I could totally picture him doing that, his muscles pulsing under his shirt as he went outside, hunting and gathering, preparing his home for the long, hard winter.

“I’ve been known to do it on occasion.”

Now that was something I’d like to see.

When we arrived at his house, a few lights lit the parking area, but mostly I could see the log cabin from the light of the stars. The wood structure was engaging, with a big, long porch that took up the whole front of the house. It looked like the set of a movie. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

He laughed. “Thanks. But you don’t have to whisper.” He stepped ahead of me and unlocked the door, holding it open for me. “Actually, way out here you can be as loud as you want. Welcome to the house of pain.”

My stomach clenched. “What the…?”