I tried to think, but it was difficult with my nether regions smarting like that.

Swat! Swat!

“Come on. Give me a guess.” Another smack. I started adjusting to the whacks, and my memory sputtered back to life.

The feel of the black plastic struck a nerve… “A spatula?”

“Good girl. I can see you’re paying attention now.”

He swatted me a few more times before burrowing his finger inside me.

Finger-fucking.

“And I know you’re not a huge fan of anal, but I think I have the perfect thing to get you on the right track there.”

“Not a huge butt plug, please,” I begged, thinking I didn’t want to have to use my safe word. I really didn’t, but I had such a tiny butt.

First I felt a cold finger, goopy with lube, enter my anus. I cringed and gritted my teeth until the discomfort abated. Then he removed his finger, and I felt something thinner, with bumps, go back up in there.

After a few more swats to my pussy, he clamped two hellish clips onto my nipples.

“Hmm. Which hole to fuck?” he pretended to ponder.

“Whichever one you like, sir.”

“I haven’t felt your mouth yet today, I choose that one.” He moved around the stocks and lowered the headrest so I could tilt my head all the way back.

“Open.”

I parted my lips and felt the head of his cock rub around the rim of my mouth, taunting me. I tried to be a good sub and simply take whatever he dished out, and soon I was rewarded when he pushed the length of his shaft into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.

With my eyes closed, I allowed the sensation of him fucking my mouth to consume me. Inhaling his musky scent, I used my tongue to give him pleasure and I imagined my mouth was my cunt and each of his thrusts increased my arousal.

His cock moved up and down my throat, and I heard him groan.

“Such a thirsty girl, trying to swallow my cum. I’m not through with you yet,” he grunted and withdrew his dick. Then he walked to the other side of me and I felt a pair of forks rake over my thighs and zip up my sides. He laid them on my belly and removed the clamps from my nipples.

Blood rushed to my nipples and it hurt like hell. I shrieked, but instead of giving me a break, he pinched then licked my sore little buds.

“Do you want the forks?”

He knew I loved playing with the forks on my breasts most of all. But this was a test of sorts to see how much pain I would take on my freshly tortured nipples. Knowing I might soon regret my decision, I answered, “Yes, sir. Please may I have the forks?”

I could hear the smile in his voice as he praised me. “What a good girl. You’re becoming a regular pain whore, aren’t you?” He scraped the ends of the forks across my chest, ending in the center then pressing down and twisting. The exquisite combination of agony and ecstasy made me howl.

He did this several times until I thrashed my head from side to side, screaming at the top of my lungs. Then he set them aside and toyed with me by rubbing his cock along my opening while he stimulated my clit with a finger.

My cunt dripped with need, and my hips bucked as much as I could possibly move them, bound the way I was.

“Go ahead—try to get away,” he taunted. “I’ve got you tied up tight. But that pussy of yours belongs to me now, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.”

With the head he traced words or shapes—something I couldn’t make out—on my lips and I thought I might die if he didn’t fuck me right then.

“Say it. Tell me who your cunt belongs to.”

“You, sir. My cunt belongs to you,” I whimpered, and he rewarded me by driving himself into me. I cried out in ecstasy, so elated was I to have him inside me again.

“I want to turn you into a cum factory. I want those walls to come crashing down. Grip me with your cunt when you come. I want you coming hard and long, the scent of you filling this room.” His fingers dug into the skin on my legs as he pumped into me, and I felt like my every nerve ending was a live electric wire. No one had ever made me feel the way he had, and I gave myself to him completely.

His cock felt like it was made from steel as he rammed into me again and again. Each time, my cunt clenched around him, and that thing in my ass tickled and stimulated me simultaneously.

He must have felt me start to tremble as the pressure inside me started to erupt because he said, “Those are anal beads I’ve shoved in your ass. When you start to come, I’m going to pull them out slowly, one at a time. It should make your orgasm even more intense.”

I wasn’t sure what he was talking about until I felt my climax begin, and he pulled one out.

“Oh my God,” I cried.

Then he pulled out another one, and I whimpered loud. Each time, it felt like he bumped up the intensity of the waves of bliss that coursed through me. He pulled them out slowly, savoring what it did to me each time my asshole puckered over another bead as he removed it.

“Sir, oh my God, sir,” was as coherent as I could be, my head wildly thrashing and my entire body shook with what felt like an earthquake of pleasure.

He pushed into me hard and fast like a jackhammer. When his hot semen shot into me, I was so high from what he’d done to me that it took a while to come down to earth.

The last thing I remember was him untying me then picking me up and carrying me to his bed.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

The next morning I woke to the light streaming into Quentin’s bedroom. The night before, after he finished using and abusing my body, he’d carried me into his room and deposited me amongst a white cloud of down. It was incredibly comfortable and, exhausted from traveling and subbing, I had immediately fallen asleep. Awake now and rubbing my eyes, I looked around for Quentin, but he wasn’t there.

I frowned. I wanted a snuggle.

As if on cue, he walked through the door holding a cup of coffee. The smell of those much-needed, delicious roasted beans wafted under my nostrils, and I sat up in the cozy bed.

“Good morning,” he said, wearing only a pair of plaid boxers. The lines of his body were sculpted so beautifully, he made my mouth go dry.

“Good morning.” Thirsty, I reached for the mug.

He took a step back toward the door. “I thought we might enjoy our coffee on the porch, and watch the sunrise.”

“Oh! That sounds wonderful.” I climbed out of bed and followed him outside.

His deck furniture proved to be comfortable as well and I perched naked on the loveseat, the light just beginning to appear over the tops of the tall trees that immersed us.

He handed me the coffee then went inside for something. The brisk morning breeze was definitely chillier than I was accustomed to.

Quentin returned with a blanket that he wrapped around my shoulders. I loved this chivalrous, thoughtful side of him. Between that and his darker, kinkier side—I felt like he was the perfect man for me. Not only did he tick all the boxes, but I connected with him like I’d never connected with anyone.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I let the blanket and the warm coffee warm me as I watched the sky begin to blaze with ethereal colors. Quentin picked up his own mug and sat next to me, placing an arm around my shoulders.

The smell of fall tickled my nose. We wouldn’t have weather like this for months in Texas, so it was a welcome experience.

“It’s nice up here.” I rested my hand on his knee and scooted closer to him.

“I agree. I get a lot of inspiration from nature, so this is a great place to work.”

“You have a lovely place.”

“Lovelier now that you’re here.”

I blushed. I liked this lighter, flirtier side of MC. “You know, you’re not that bad of a guy,” I teased.

“I’m not?” He tousled my hair and pulled me closer.

“No. I could get used to this,” I said, admiring the view.