Still riding high on endorphins, she gathered her thoughts and did as she was told.
Quinn got up and took his belt from the floor. He folded it in half, then flexed it as if testing its strength. Vanessa wondered what he was going to do with that.
Was he going to use that on her? He wasn’t kinky, was he? She wasn’t into pain, but hey, she never said never.
He climbed back on the bed. He grabbed her arm and pushed her thigh up, gathering them together. He then tied them with the belt set on the tightest notch of the buckle. She couldn’t move that part of her body.
Her mind was still in a haze from the pleasure, but she started to get the idea. He wanted to keep her immobile while he did the things he wanted to do to her.
As hard as he wanted.
As fast as he wanted.
And there was nothing she could do to protest.
Her body was his. She belonged to him.
She found she didn’t mind that at all. She kind of like it. Quinn kept surprising her with this secret side of him.
Quinn checked his handy work and looked satisfied.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
Not trusting her own voice, Vanessa nodded.
“Good.”
She waited with anticipation for what he’d do next.
Quinn positioned himself behind her. He put one hand on the small of her back, while the other gripped the belt that bound her. He sheathed his cock inside her in one smooth thrust.
She moaned. Oh, God.
The familiar fullness returned. It felt so freakishly good. Jesus Christ. She could get used to it. He started to move, riding her slowly at first. She panted. Good Lord. That man had stamina. He wasn’t joking when he told her she hadn’t seen anything yet. He gyrated and thrusted inside of her rapidly. All she could think about was the pleasure he gave her. And the helplessness he rendered her in only heightened the ecstasy.
He hammered her with stroke upon stroke that sent her into a maddening need to come. She couldn’t move an inch even if she wanted to. He kept her pinned. Still.
Then it happened.
Fireworks exploded before her eyes. She cried as a violent climax descended upon her.
A burst of pleasure hit her so hard, she thought she was going to die. This time, he paused while she was climaxing. His breath labored as he waited for her to float back into reality. As her pussy contracted around his cock, he spooned himself behind her, adjusting his position. He let go of the belt. “Lay on your side,” he whispered.
She gulped and pushed herself against his chest.
“Look at me, babe.”
She turned her head toward him. He found her lips and kissed her as he began to fuck her again. Steady thrusts. Their gazes locked. Their bodies became one. It was so intimate, being with him like this. Skin to skin, slicked by sweat and juice from their mating. She had never been taken this way. Fucking amazing. He slid his hand around her hips and reached her clit. She gasped when he plucked it and rolled it between his fingers. Christ. She wanted to come again so badly.
As if he could read her thoughts, he shook his head and said, “This time we’ll come together. Hold off as long as you can.”
Bastard. It was easier said than done.
Everything he did made her want to come so badly. He had magic fingers, a wicked tongue, and was amazing with his cock. No man had ever loved her as hard as he did. As wicked as he was. He fucked her faster. She bit her lip, slightly vexed with him for not allowing her to come. No. She couldn’t hold it off.
“Quinn!” she protested.
He ground his teeth. “I’m almost there.”
“I... I can’t.”
“Not yet.” He fucked her furiously.
By now she could feel only fire. She tried to stave off her orgasm but her will withered with every stroke of his cock. The tsunami of pleasure gathered with an intense ferocity that scared her a bit. Her body tensed, preparing for what would come. It wasn’t going to be just another orgasm. It was the motherlode of ecstasy.
A rapture.
She screamed his name as she climaxed. Everything blackened for long seconds. She soared into the oblivion.
Pure pleasure.
Nothing else mattered.
He came a beat after her. Muscles corded on his temples and jugulars. His cock shuddered in her depth. Spasmed. Flooding her with his hot cream.
She would collapse if she wasn’t already laying on the bed.