VICTORIOUS (A Quantum Novel)(70)

“Flynn…”

“Who am I in this scene?”

“Sir… Please… Let me come.”

“We’re not done yet.”

I groan in response to that. How can there be more?

“I f*ck you until I can’t hold back anymore. I need you to come so I can, too. Come for me, Nat.”

I press down hard on my clit as he slides deeper into me with both his fingers and his cock. The orgasm hits me like a tsunami, and I scream from the power of it. It’s without a doubt the strongest one I’ve had yet, and that’s saying something.

He groans as he comes, too. “Fucking hell, Nat. That was so hot and so amazing.”

“I want to do it. What you described… I want it, Flynn.”

A big shudder rocks his body. “We have to get you ready.”

“Okay.”

“Will you wear a plug for me tonight?”

“Yes.”

“No hesitation?”

“None.”

“I feel like I have to be dreaming, that I can share this with you, Nat… I can’t even tell you what it means to me.”

“I want to share everything with you.”

“The plugs are downstairs. Will you come down with me?”

“Yes. Let’s go.”





Her eager response is the most incredible aphrodisiac. I’ve had her twice in an hour, and I’m already ready for more. After a quick stop in the bathroom to clean up, I go into the kitchen to get the key to my room downstairs. I can’t believe I’m about to take Natalie, my wife and the love of my life, into my most private world.

It’s a dream come true. She is a dream come true.

We’re both still naked when she follows me downstairs and stands in the middle of the big space, taking it all in again. Her nipples are tight and standing at full attention, her fingers linked together in front of her as her eyes move slowly from the implements on the wall to the spanking bench and cross, and then up to the ropes hanging from the ceiling.

“What are they for?” she asks of the ropes.

“Suspension and bondage. A lot of what I have down here requires pretty heavy bondage for it to be safe, so we won’t be spending much time here. I can’t play with you on the cross, for instance, unless I know you’re safely attached.”

“I might be willing to try it. Someday.”

I shrug. “If it happens, great. If not, no worries.”

“What’s that?” she asks, pointing.

“That’s a Tantra chair. Lots of cool positions. Deep penetration.”

“Could we try that sometime?”

“Absolutely.”

I go to the armoire and retrieve the largest plug I own. “Come on over here.” I gesture to the spanking bench and tell her where to put her knees and elbows so she’s bent over in the proper position. Opening a bottle of lube that warms on contact, I prepare her and the plug.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Remember your safe word?”

“Always.”

“Grasp the leather handles. It helps to have something to hold on to.”

She does as directed, and I press the plug against her, giving it to her slowly so she has time to adjust and adapt. The last thing I want to do is turn her off this before we even get started.

“How does it feel?” I ask.

“Big. Hurts.”

“I know, sweetheart. Just keep breathing and press back against me.”

It takes about ten minutes of stopping and starting before I’m able to slide the plug into place. By now she’s sweating, and her entire back and ass are flushed with a warm rosy color. I desperately want to see her face, so I guide her up and into my arms.

Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and her face is as flushed as the rest of her. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Talk to me.”

“Hmmm.”

“That’s not a word.”

She nuzzles my neck. “Mmmm.”

“That’s not a word either. I want the words, Nat.”

“My body feels like one big nerve ending. Everything is tingling, and I feel like I could come if you so much as breathed on my clit.”

“I can do that. I can breathe on you anywhere you want me to.”

She smiles, her face angelic and relaxed despite what we just did. “We need to go. Your friends are expecting us.”