“That I was a slut.”

“And?” His voice was a velvet whisper against my ear. His hot breath made me strain against my clothes. I wanted them off, wanted nothing between the two of us.

“I don’t know,” I hedged.

“Yes, you do. Don’t be lazy. You don’t need to be coy with me. What else were they thinking?” he demanded.

“They wished they could fuck my mouth.”

“Good girl. That’s right. They were thinking how lucky I was to have a beautiful girl like you on her knees, sucking me off in an elevator. How they wished it was their cocks in your throat.”

“Yes.” I knew my pussy was dripping now, and my nipples strained against my bra.

He reached up and pinched one of my nipples hard, and I whimpered with a combination of pleasure and pain.

“See? Doesn’t it feel good to embrace your inner slut?” he growled.

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t you like knowing there are men out there who are probably going to jack off to thoughts of you tonight, if they haven’t already gone to the bathroom and done it already?”

On one level, the thought sickened me. It was sleazy and crass and disgusting, but on a deeper, more primal level, the thought of starring in men’s fantasies made me hot. How could he know me so well? How could he possibly know these depraved corners of my mind? I certainly didn’t tell him that. How could I, when I hadn’t even realized it myself?

“I didn’t hear you,” he warned.

“Yes, I like it.”

That seemed to appease him for the moment. “Good girl. I think you’ve been so good that you earned those kisses you wanted.” Then he dipped his head and planted those gorgeous lips of his on mine.

I was so aroused that I thought that almost anything he did now would make me come, so I dug my fingers in his dark hair and kissed him back.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Whether it was because it had been such a long time coming, or whether he was really that good of a kisser I wasn’t sure, but Quentin’s lips left a scorching trail of lust wherever they touched and I couldn’t get enough. Darting into my mouth, he penetrated me with his tongue. I devilishly sucked on it, but he pulled back slightly, letting me know he would be the one leading this dance.

He tugged on my lip before leaving a trail of hot kisses down my jaw all the way to the hollow of my throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him, fearing this moment wouldn’t last. Giving me a final squeeze, he slapped my bottom and stepped back.

“I’d like you to undress for me,” he said, walking over to the bed to sit down.

“Here?” I stalled, remembering that he’d never seen me naked before. I had successfully avoided the cam sessions, and even though we’d been intimate in numerous ways, I’d never shown my body to him.

My soul yes, but my body no.

My body was something I was neither proud nor ashamed of. Average in many ways, and about ten or fifteen pounds heavier than I would have preferred, but I did have an hourglass shape. Each summer I survived bathing suit season, and every few years took advantage of a gym’s January specials. I usually only went a few times before the rest of my life got in the way. Mostly I relied on my walks with Felix to keep me in shape.

Since I knew I would be meeting Quentin, I got a full wax a few days ago, so at least I had confidence in the grooming aspects of my appearance. In a moment, he would be able to inspect every inch of me, the way a farmer would inspect his livestock.

Quentin held up his wrist to look at an invisible watch. “Anytime…”

I started to unfasten my skirt, but he held up a finger. “Not so fast. Put on a show for me.”

A show? My gut tightened. I was no exhibitionist, and unlike Shelby, I let the whole pole-dancing classes craze pass me by. I gulped, and slowly let my skirt fall to the floor then began unbuttoning my blouse, trying to make it as tantalizing as possible, but fearing that I was failing miserably.

He observed me in silence.

I let my blouse drop, unhooked my bra, and wriggled out of it. As I stood there in my panties and heels, he motioned with his finger for me to continue so I kicked my shoes into a corner, hooked my fingers in my panties and pulled them off.

“Good,” he said, but I was unable to read his reaction. Did he find me attractive? His expression gave nothing away as he strode over to a suitcase resting on a luggage stand, retrieved a few items, and placed them on the bed.

“The first thing I’d like you to do is choose which of these tools you’d like me to use on you first.” He beckoned me to come toward the bed, where he laid out three implements. One looked like a long reed, the other was a black riding crop, and the third was a silver stick with a wheel made up of tiny tines. As much as I enjoyed our play with the forks I wanted to try the last one, so I reached to pick it up.

“Ah, ah, ah!” He held up a finger to stop me. “That’s not how you’re going to show me. Choose the one you’d like me to use on you first, then I want you to pick it up with your teeth and bring it to me.”

Odd instructions, but I felt a stirring between my legs nonetheless. Climbing on the bed, I tried to pick up the wheeled toy with my mouth. Several times I almost had it, but then dropped the blasted thing. It was almost impossible to get it to stay in my mouth. Finally, I caught it between my teeth and crawled toward him with it.

He removed it from my mouth and patted me on the head, which felt better than it should have.

“Now pick out the next one.” I turned and looked at the two items left on the bed. At this point, I based my decision on which would be easier to pick up and carry in my mouth. The reed looked difficult to get hold of, but I was afraid the crop would be too heavy, so I went for the skinny bamboo-looking stick.

I sucked it between my lips, clamped it tight, and brought it to him proudly.

“Good girl.” He petted my head and stroked my hair in a way that made me want to nuzzle him like a cat. “Now, lie down on your back, spread-eagled, and raise your arms above your head.”

Getting into the position he choreographed for me, I felt more like a performer than myself, a magician’s assistant—part of the act. The whole thing was so surreal. Especially because Quentin had turned out to be so good-looking. It was like being trapped in the dream sequence of a movie.

I was disappointed to see that he remained in his clothes, but since I tasted his cock earlier, I expected to see it again. My mouth began to water as I pondered how it was possible to have two such incredible surprises in one day.

He took some rope from his bag and wrapped it around my wrists. I loved the feel of the rope, there was something about it… something raw and sensuous that made my pussy clench. The rope he used was made of hemp, and it was more coarse than the silky white rope I’d been eyeing at the hardware store, fantasizing about. He secured the ropes under the bed, and made sure my restraints were sufficiently tight, but not so tight they cut off my circulation.

As I lay there with him kneeling over me, working on my wrists, his crotch loomed centimeters from my face. I wanted to nudge him with my chin, but I knew better so I lay there patiently, aching to touch him, but knowing I had to earn those privileges.

Moving down my body, he made a production of letting the coarse rope scrape across my nipples. The rope slid over my skin, lightly scratching me, making me arch my back for more, but instead he turned his focus to my ankles.

“You’re very responsive. That’s good. I want you to feel everything I do to you. Everything.” He went back to securing my left ankle then he teased me with the rope on the other side, making my nipple harden into a tight bud.

He groaned and bent his head to taste me. His lips covered my breast, flicking over the hard point of my nipple with his tongue. Then he bit down, trapping me between his teeth, and gently gnawed at me, sending jubilant waves through my body and making my cunt throb with need. His hands caressed my neck, my torso, my other breast, and I lurched against my bonds, trying to touch him back. Biting my nipple, he rose, stretching it away from my body until I yelped in pain, then he released me from his grasp and went back to work binding my other ankle.