“So, basically, you’re a schmuck. That’s what you’re trying to say. I got too attached and now you’re ending things with me? That’s pretty much where we were when I was in Fort Worth. I’m not sure why I had to fly all the way up here to hear this.” I started to pick up my bag and leave, but he held my forearm.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying. Sit down.”

The moment he commanded it my bottom dropped back onto the stool, and I sat silent.

“Dammit, Sophie, I’m so into you that it scares the crap out of me!” His voice had grown louder and he looked around to see if the other patrons of the bar had noticed. They hadn’t.

“What?”

“It didn’t start out that way. It started the usual way, the excitement being about the control, the games, dominating a woman. But the longer it went on, the more obsessed I became with you.”

“You’re kidding. You don’t seem obsessed…”

“But I am. Maybe it started because you refused to do sessions on cam, that you held that back from me. I don’t know, but I couldn’t get enough of you. You were innocent in so many ways, so trusting. I became absolutely enchanted by you. That’s why, when you asked me to meet with you for a live session, I had to do it.”

“Really?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Yes. I had no idea what you would be like, but I told myself that I would dominate you, that I would design a rigorous session for you that would break you. I would have you, and get you out of my system. My plan was to come back home and distance myself from you.”

My eyes narrowed into slits. “Yeah, I know. I remember you doing that.”

“But it didn’t work. I couldn’t follow through with it. After I met you, I realized that I had feelings for you. I realized what we had went further than sex. After I came home, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, all the cute things you do.”

“Like what?” I asked, suspicious of his revelations. Did he just say I did “cute things?”

“The way you rub your eyes with your fists like a five-year-old when you’re sleepy. The way your face turns red when you want to come, but hold yourself back. The way you love crazy weather shows and paint your fingernails with a “mood” nail polish. I don’t know, Sophie—everything. It’s everything about you.”

“I felt the same way, but when we got home and you were so distant I thought it was just me…”

He downed the rest of his drink. “No. You weren’t wrong. What we had was real, but it overwhelmed me, and like a jackass I backed off. You coming here… first of all, it was awfully brave. You’ve been an incredibly brave woman the whole time I’ve known you.”

“What? Brave about what?”

“For starters, trying out BDSM over the internet with a perfect stranger. If that’s not incredibly brave, I don’t know what it.”

“Or incredibly stupid.”

He laughed. “I guess, with the wrong guy it could be. But you were completely new to this, and the way you have blossomed, it’s been beautiful to watch.” He stroked my cheek. “Or should I say listen to…”

I smiled.

“Not long after I fussed at you for not going ahead with the cam sessions, I realized I’d been a dickhead. I’m sorry. I was confused, and I tried to put you out of my mind. But that didn’t work and I was just miserable without you in my life. But by the time I figured out I’d made a mistake, you weren’t returning my messages and I knew I’d fucked everything up. When you agreed to come up here and talk with me, I knew I had a second chance to make things right between us. You don’t often get those in life, and I couldn’t let you go without telling you how important you’ve become to me.”

“So you have feelings for me?”

“Of course I have feelings for you.”

Of all the scenarios I’d run over in my mind, this was beyond any I’d allowed myself to dream. The best I’d hoped for was another session, one that ended with a proper goodbye.

“You really need to work on your communication. I think you need to send me a recap.”

He chuckled, then pulled me into his arms and growled. “Very funny. You do have a great sense of humor, but keep it up and I’m going to wear out that little bottom of yours with my crop.”

“Promises, promises,” I teased.

“Finish that drink so I can get you to the parking lot… I think my little slut needs to be ravished.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

His words made my nipples pebble under my shirt, and I was glad I was sitting down, otherwise my knees might have buckled underneath me. I gulped down the rest of my drink as he paid the check, then took my suitcase from me and led the way to the parking lot.

Dusk was giving way to night, and the air outside felt different that it did where I’d been that morning. Cooler. Less humid. A blanket of stars shone down as Quentin held a hand out to me. I clasped it and let him walk me to a parking lot at what seemed like a far corner of the airport.

“You sure parked far away,” I said as the lights of a black Mercedes S550 Hybrid we were approaching flashed and the locks clicked open.

“Because I thought you’d prefer a touch of privacy with what I’m about to do to you.”

“What’s that?” I asked, uneasy.

“Lean over the hood of the car and you’ll find out.”

Even though it was dark, the parking lot was well-lit enough that I could see the gleam in his eye as he spoke. With a wink, he placed my suitcase in the trunk and closed the lid, latching it shut.

I ambled toward the front of the car, both nervous and excited. I wasn’t a fan of public displays, and I certainly didn’t want to get caught doing anything like what Quentin seemed to have in mind.

“Bend over,” he growled. Instinctively, I sprawled my torso over the hood of the fancy car with my ass in the air.

He lifted my skirt and ripped my panties off. He could have just pulled them down, but I doubt my heart would have been racing as hard if he had.

“It’s a little dark for a visual inspection, but spread those legs wider and I’ll give you a tactile one.”

Drawing a ragged breath, I opened my legs a few inches more apart.

“Good girl,” he whispered, and his fingers disappeared into my folds.

I gasped as he entered me, fucking me with one, then two, then three fingers. His middle finger wiggled against my G-spot, torturing me with a pleasure that made me feel completely out of control.

He worked my pussy hard, then pulled out, traced my lips, and let his fingers dance across my clit. Those hands made me whimper and grind my ass back against him, muttering, “Fuuuuuck.”

Then I felt the head of his cock teasing me. He flicked it against the opening to my cunt, but when I tilted my hips back toward him, he smacked my bottom hard. “Hold still, you greedy little bitch.”

A needy whine escaped my lips, and he smacked me again.

“Please, sir,” I begged.

“Finally. She asks for what she wants.” He swatted my other cheek. “What is it you want?”

“I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me.”

“After I make this juicy ass nice and red.” He spanked me several more times, and I held tight to the car, trying to hold still. The pain. My mind centered on the pain, and after a few swats it melded with my arousal.

As I started to float away, I felt his cock enter me. The relief of it made me cry out, and he pushed inside me, hard as steel and just as unforgiving.

I adjusted my ass, giving him a better angle, and he thrust inside me again and again. In the back of my mind I recalled another time when I’d bared my ass to a man in a parking lot. The night I’d gone out with Shelby and her friends and I’d met Brett, the guy who had introduced me to BDSM in the very beginning. How very different this was with Quentin. My first encounter had been tentative. I’d been clueless back then, but now in this moment, I was all in. I belonged to my Master completely. He’d molded me into a plaything who was perfect for him, and I reveled in my submission.