“Tell me something, Fiona,” he circles around me, and I have the distinct feeling that Quinn is very much a predator. Is this what animals feel like when they’re being hunted? It’s not a very nice feeling, this vulnerability, this weakness.
“Yes?”
“When was the last time you had your pussy played with?” He runs his nails down my back as he asks me, and the sensation makes my nerves come alive. I arch my back, and he swats my bottom. “Stand still and answer me.”
I do my best to right my body so I’m standing as straight as possible.
“Um, a few months ago,” I tell him.
“With your fiancé?”
“No,” I blush. “I haven’t had sex with him before.”
“Why haven’t you had sex with your fiancé, Fiona?” He runs his nails down my sides, now. They touch my waist and my hips, then go down to my thighs. “Isn’t that part of the fun of being engaged?”
“No,” I whisper. “I didn’t want to have sex with him.”
“Naughty girl,” he says. Now Quinn is in front of me and he looks at me with a dark smile. Fuck, if I had panties on, that smile would melt them right off. He scratches my belly, now, in long, deep strokes. “Tell me about it,” he says, and even though I’m not used to talking dirty, I suddenly really, really want to please Quinn.
I want to make him as horny as he’s making me.
I want to turn him on just as much as he’s turning me on.
“It was with my friend,” I tell him. “Alexis.”
“And how did Alexis touch you, Fiona?” He stops scratch me and instead begins pinching my nipples again, twisting them. Then he flicks each of them over and over again, and I close my eyes. I’m not going to be able to take much more of this. I’m rubbing my thighs together, wiggling, but I really can’t help it.
This feels too good, and I want to come.
“She fingered me first,” I tell him. “She sucked my nipples while she played with my pussy.”
“And how did that make you feel?”
“Wet,” I admit. “Horny. We used toys. We kissed each other everywhere.”
“Did she make you come, little human?”
“Oh, yes,” I close my eyes as I remember the night we spent together. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a little experimentation, but it was incredible. It was better than I thought it would be. After, Alexis and I had a midnight dinner together at a diner, and then we parted ways. We didn’t speak about that night again, but I know neither one of us forgot.
“Did she touch you like this?” He kisses my nipples gently.
“Harder than that.”
He bites each nipple, pulling them between his teeth.
“Softer.”
He sucks my nipples into his mouth, pulling on them with his tongue and lips, and I groan. I’m not going to last long at all. At this rate, I’m not going to be able to hold back the orgasm that’s creeping up inside of me.
The groan seems to egg Quinn on because he drops to his knees in front of me and hooks my legs over his shoulder, then dives his tongue into my pussy. I cry out because I’ve never felt anything like this. Even with Alexis, it wasn’t like this.
I can’t move my arms because they’re tied up. I can’t move my legs because he’s firmly gripping my thighs. I can’t do anything but take the pleasure Quinn is offering me and oh, do I take it.
The orgasm that erupts over my body is like an explosion that’s been years in the making. It’s like it’s been building up for years and finally decided to detonate. I scream loudly as my body shakes with pleasure. I cry out his name. I cry out for more. I cry out for him to stop, but he doesn’t.
Quinn makes me come again and again, and finally, he lets me down. My legs are weak and my body sags against the ropes.
“Woah,” he grabs me around the waist and pulls me flush against himself. “That was fucking hot, baby,” he whispers. He unties my arms and lets me free, then carries me to the bed. “Tell me it’s never been that good for you before.”