Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2)(25)

My fingernails ached with how hard I dug into the carpet, and I flinched when Q let go of my hair to dig his nails deep into my hip, wrenching me backward, so his hipbones collided with my ass.

I groaned as his fingernails suddenly broke the thin barrier of skin, imprinting claw marks. Yet another autograph, another claim of ownership.

It unravelled me.

My * swelled and welcomed, it sparked and heated and melted. The orgasm started in my heart, working its way over my jaw, scalp, and spine. Every scorching trail it travelled, I trembled.

Don’t come. Don’t come.

The mantra was no use when every thrust of Q’s cock overrode my commands. He owned me—it would be his fault I came.

“Take your punishment, Tess. Fucking take all of me.” My mind screamed that I had taken all of him. His darkness, his worst, but he didn’t mean spiritually. He meant purely physical.

He tugged on my hair again, pulling me onto my knees. Once upright, his arm latched around my chest while fingers twisted my nipple through the flimsy lace of my bra.

I reached back to weave my fingers into his hair, loving the silky thickness, the shortness, the manly feel of his scalp.

The moment he pinched my nipple, the first wave of my long-awaited orgasm swelled deep and strong in my belly. “Oh, God.”

Q froze.

His cock twitched inside, throbbing with blood and unshed come, but he held himself dead calm, causing my orgasm to pop and fade.

I grabbed his ear, wanting to twist and scream that he finished what he started, but I didn’t dare.

“Did you come, esclave?” His voice was breathless, sinfully hot on my nape.

I shook my head. “No, but, please. Let me, Q.”

“You said those same words when you were chained and whipped in my bedroom. Remember how I f*cked you with my tongue? How you rode my mouth with your legs on my shoulders?”

His voice painted far too vivid pictures in my head. I rocked back, sitting hard on his cock, causing his length to hit the top of my womb.

He gave a startled curse before his arms banded around me, forcing me to still. “Remember?”

“I remember. I want to do it again. I want your mouth on me.”

“You’ll have to earn it,” he whispered, biting my ear, causing me to jolt in his hold.

He let me go with one arm and fumbled behind him. A moment later a flash of turquoise caught my eye as he captured my wrists, positioning them behind me.

My centre of gravity shifted as Q bound my wrists with his tie. With him deep inside and my hands restrained behind my back, I toppled forward. But Q caught me, helping steady me while lowering me to the floor. “Put your cheek on the carpet.”

Letting me angle my head, Q waited before releasing me. Blood rushed to my temples, and my tender neck screamed, but I didn’t make a peep.

My heart rate ratcheted as the helicopter swooped to the right. How close were we to Paris?

“Fuck, you look amazing like this. Tied up, impaled, completely at my mercy.” He trailed a fingertip along the crack of my ass, working down until he touched where we joined. Warm wetness smeared both of us. He stole some of it to swirl around my clit.

My legs flinched, trying to close against the sudden intensity. “Q!”

“I’m going to f*ck you now, Tess. Do not come until I tell you to.”

True fear rose. I didn’t have control of my body to promise. I’d come on the first thrust. I bit my lip, preparing myself for the hardest obedience yet.

Q linked his fingers around the tie binding my wrists. Discomfort flared in my shoulders as my back arched, and legs splayed even further. The burn in my knees from the carpet turned my legs to fire.

The pace Q set was contradictory to what I expected. He started long and deep and slow. Luxuriating, languishing, pulling out almost to the tip, before slowly entering me again.

The thrice denied orgasm built again, coiling tighter with every stroke.

“Tonight, I’m going to tie you upside down and force you to drink my come, esclave. Then I’m going to eat you until you forget your own name.”

Shit, Q’s voice was an aphrodisiac. One more sentence and I’d explode.

“I’m going to do so many things to you. So many f*cking sinful thi—” Q groaned, stopping mid-word as he thrust deep and hard.

He shattered the gentle rock, increasing the tempo until his balls slapped against my clit. I squeezed my eyes against the brain-warping need to come.

As Q lost himself in me, I lost myself to him. The sound of the helicopter faded away, and the most important thing in the world was the connection between us. The intrinsic link of male and female.

Q pinched my clit as he thrust violently, sending us forward a few centimetres. His hip bones bruised my ass as he turned savage. Gone were the long and measured thrusts. These were short and sharp and entirely explosive.

“Fuck, esclave. Fuck, yes.” He let go of my bound wrists and spanked me once—hard and biting as he rippled inside; jets of hot come set off my own reaction, and I combusted.

The orgasm thundered into being but then teetered on edge, almost as if it expected to be denied again. The pain of being held in limbo made me cry out.

I writhed and bucked against Q’s relentless pace.

“You have my permission. Come. Squeeze around my cock.” Q thrust harder, stroking my clit until I had no choice but to fall.