Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1)(83)

Q paced in a circle around me, dragging the flogger over my skin. “It’s not about hurting you, sweet Tess. It’s about branding you. Your skin is pure as snow, and I get to mark it.” He flogged my ass again. It caught a whip mark and blazed with agony. “It’s the wrongness, the rightness, I need your pain.” He whispered in my ear, “I’m invincible when I hurt you.”

Images of dark terror filled me. Every muscle in my body screamed to run. The safe word danced on my tongue. I’m stronger than this. I invited this. I won’t say it… not yet.

Q hit me particularly hard. It made the bee sting seem like a giant wasp, but I didn’t make a sound.

He groaned, tracing a finger over the new injury. “So f*cking perfect.”

I breathed shallowly, wanting to see. Needing to see.

“You deserve a reward, Tess,” he said it so sweetly, as if I was a good girl and earned a lollipop. But his domination made me very aware I wouldn’t be getting an ice-cream.

The pain once again morphed to tender hooks of passion, and I welcomed the burn. Welcomed the marks Q branded.

He ripped the blindfold off, kissing me, holding my hair so I couldn’t move away as he f*cked my mouth with a tongue that wouldn’t let me breathe.

I gasped and choked, but the moment he left, I wanted more. I wanted to die with him kissing me.

With glinting pale eyes, Q folded to his knees in front of me. “Put your legs over my shoulders,” he demanded.

I blinked. “My legs on your shoulders?” I flushed with embarrassment at the thought of him so close to my *—spread and exposed. I was so wet it trickled down my thigh. I shook my head, unable to be so vulnerable.

Q reached and slapped my ass. His hand connected with whip marks; I yelped.

“Do as I command, Tess.” He stressed my name and it did exactly as he wanted. It reminded he owned me, therefore I had no choice.

Hesitantly, I cocked one leg, placing it on his shoulder. His eyes dropped to my centre, face darkening with need. Self-consciousness painted my cheeks. When my other leg stayed firmly planted on the ground, he glared. “You have two legs. Put them on my shoulders.” His voice rasped, chest working hard.

His passion granted a burst of feminine courage. Jumping, I shifted my weight to the cuffs and I straddled Q’s shoulders—suspended, completely at his mercy. Arms came up to hold my ass, biceps clenching. He didn’t tear his gaze away from my *. “You’re so f*cking beautiful.” He kissed my inner thigh in a fleeting move, breath hot. “Here’s your reward for letting me hurt you.” His voice deepened to brimstone and my head snapped back as his mouth latched onto my clit.

My legs spread on his shoulders gave full access, and he took advantage.

His tongue wasn’t shy, swirling around my clit, licking, sucking. Plunging into my wetness, tongue-f*cking as if possessed.

It was too much. Too intense. I moaned and whimpered and struggled and wriggled. Little stars shot and fizzled and tormented with every flick of his tongue, every suck of his mouth.

He pressed his tongue so far inside I cried out, wishing it was his cock buried deep. “Please, master…more…” My body was beyond ready to be claimed, bruised, reawakened into passionate pleasure.

The whip marks heated unbearably, my skin rivered with sweat from the fire, and nipples screamed for relief. I rocked my hips into Q, forcing his tongue deeper, demanding him to be rougher.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, fingers digging into my hips as he dragged me closer. His entire face between my legs. He growled as he bit my clit. Not a simple nip—but a full savage bite.

I screamed as my * contracted, thrumming with its own heartbeat. I thrashed, trying to get closer, trying to get away. I want more. I can’t handle more.

My mind broke completely, ruled by the need to come. “Fuck me, Q. Fuck me. I can’t… I can’t stand it.”

He pushed my thighs, and I melted off him. He stood lightning quick as I swung from the ceiling, trembling. My head lolled, and my eyes were too heavy to keep open. I wanted to scissor my legs to find some relief from the torture. Q turned me from rational woman into a craving addict who needed a fix. I needed his cock. I needed my master.

Q captured my jaw; I opened unwilling eyes. “You can’t stand it. Can you?” His sexy five o’ clock shadow glistened from eating me out. I swung forward, wanting to lick him, to clean him. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking him. I wanted to bite his cock just like he'd bitten me. I wanted it so much, I’d explode if I didn’t get it.

I tried to make sentences form. “I can’t stand the thought of not having you f*ck me.”

His eyes snapped closed before he regained control, murmuring, “You’ve submitted completely, and you have no idea what that does to me.”

I had an idea. The same insane, mind-crippling feeling he did to me. If I wasn’t restrained, I’d pounce on him and f*ck him till the tingly, urgent, consuming need disappeared. The only problem was, I didn’t think it would ever disappear. And I didn’t want it to.

“Say it again, Tess.” Q let me go, unbuttoning his blazer.

I breathed hard, panting as he ripped the jacket off, dropping it on the floor.

“Fuck me, master. I can’t stand not having you.”

He groaned, kicking off his shoes as he undid his tie. An evil glint entered his eyes. He slid the cream tie in his fingertips, looking at it then back to me.