Chapter 22 - Quinn
TWENTY-TWO - Quinn
I've never done anything like this before, and my heart responds accordingly. It pounds like a sledgehammer driving a spike as I secure Olivia’s hand to the top of the X with a silver handcuff.
I can smell her intoxicating perfume from here, and it acts as fuel for the fire already raging inside me.
When I step back, I pause to appreciate the work I've done so far, excited that there is so much more to get to.
Olivia stands in front of me, completely naked, with her arms and legs secured to the St. Andrew’s Cross, essentially spread eagle while upright Her tanned skin is unmarred, as perfect as fresh snow in the winter, and I find myself more in awe of her impeccability now than I ever have been.
This is my first time seeing her stripped of all her clothes, and she is beyond exquisite.
Every curve. Every so-called flaw. Every single inch of her is on display now, and her beauty stuns me into silence.
I simply stand in front of her, shaking my head as if what I'm seeing can't be real, and I realize that I'm in the presence of a goddess.
She stays in place, unmoving with her eyes following me, waiting for me to decide what to do now that I have her in this position of vulnerability.
She has given herself to me more tonight than any of the times before, and now that I have this new power, I almost don't know what to do with it.
Pitch black thoughts rattle around my head, bouncing off the inside of my mind and birthing new, darker desires every second.
I want to make her come and scream in agony.
I want to ravage her body until she can no longer take it, her knees trembling as she struggles to hold up her own body weight, relying on me to carry her to her next destination.
Somehow, I have to find a way to do it all.
Not just for her. For me, too. For my dark devil.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, looking into Olivia’s brown eyes.
She nods. “More and more every day.”
“Good. I've said this before, but I want to again now that we’re about to begin and you're tied to this cross.
I understand that you used the words red and yellow as safe words, but I don't intend to ever put you in a position to have to use them. That will require learning about you and understanding not just what you like and dislike, but also the kind of person you are on the inside. You will have my full attention from now on. You've brought me into your world, and I want to be your protector when we’re together, but also, I want to be your worst nightmare. I find myself teetering back and forth on exactly the kind of Dom I want to be for you, but I think in order for us both to get what we want out of this, I need to just let go. You want relief through submission, I crave control through dominance and a desire to inflict pain, and something deep within me tells me that we’re going to be a perfect match.
So, breathe deeply, Olivia, because I'm about to do whatever it takes to quench this thirst inside of me. Are you ready?”
Olivia smiles like she just heard her native tongue for the very first time—finally communicating with someone who speaks her language.
“Yes, Sir,” she says, and my stomach quivers.
She called me Sir once before but it barely registered then. Now I realize how much I love that shit. She's my boss, but I'm the one who’s in charge now. I'm her Sir. Yeah, I like the sound of that.
“Say that again,” I demand, stepping a little closer to her.
She looks me in the eye and doesn't blink. “Yes, Sir.”
I bite my lip, feeling like those two words just activated something inside of me. Then, I remove the mask that I wear to hide my true identity from the world, and let my dark devil step forward. The real Quinn King.
Leaving Olivia strapped to the X, I turn around and walk over to a small table to the right of the stairs with an assortment of nipple clamps neatly on display in straight lines.
There are clamps of all kinds, all of which I have never used before, so I grab the ones that look the simplest and easiest to apply.
They're burgundy with rubber ends and a screw that can be turned to increase the pressure.
I grab them both and go back to Olivia, who is waiting patiently, her eyes having never left me even when my back was turned.
Without speaking, I place a clamp on Olivia’s right nipple, watching her face slowly morph into a wince as I turn the screw, tightening it in place. I move to the next clamp and secure it like the first, and feel my heart flutter when she sucks in air through her teeth, her eyes still on me.
Once both clamps are in place, I step back and review my work. Olivia’s face no longer shows pain as her nerves get used to the clamps, and now she's waiting for me. She's patient, but the look in her eyes is fiery.
I smirk as my body swells with pride, knowing I've just accomplished my first act in my new role as Olivia’s Dom.
I almost want to laugh, because I can't believe I'm acting out a BDSM scene.
This isn't normal sex. This is elevated. It’s sex heightened to a whole new level of mental and physical pleasure.
What a fucking rush. I have a lot to learn, but I feel good about the baby steps, and now I'm ready to take a leap.
I grab the flogger once again, inspecting the grooved black and red handle before moving up to the red tails made of soft leather.
Out of all the floggers Olivia owns, this one is definitely on the tame side, but in the name of baby steps, this will certainly get the job done.
Even now, just holding onto it for the first time, I feel empowered and anxious to see what this toy does.
It’s like finding a piece of my body that I never knew was missing until I picked it up, completing myself like a puzzle.
There are countless sex toys in the world, but this one seems to call to me like an angel on my shoulder, whispering depravity in my ear.
Or maybe it’s just my dark devil. Either way, holding it feels so fucking good.
With the flogger in my right hand and the tails dangling like vines in front of me, I walk over to Olivia, who hasn't looked down at the toy once.
Her eyes stay on me, totally unafraid or uncomfortable in this setting.
In fact, I would say this is the most relaxed I've ever seen her, and her comfort makes me feel more at ease with each new step I take.
“I've never used one of these before,” I confess as I twirl my wrist and watch the flogger's tails whip around with ease. “There’s something about touching it that makes me feel like a new man—a man discovering that he has superstrength and the power to both destroy and heal. Is that weird?”
Olivia shakes her head. “No. That is the power you have, and that’s exactly what I want you to do. Destroy me with your superstrength, then heal me again so that I can come back stronger.”
Her words slither through my mind like a snake before wrapping itself around my heart. My eyes move from the flogger to Olivia’s beautiful face. “With pleasure.”
The first time I flick my wrist, the flogger tails whip out and crash against the center of Olivia’s chest, just barely missing the nipple clamps.
She jolts from the sudden shock and lets out a lustful moan that wriggles into my mind like the song of a siren.
My eyes bulge and my heart races as a new rush of excitement ignites like dynamite, blowing open my entire world.
It was one flick of the wrist, and I already feel like I am undone.
I barely feel human anymore. My entire world just unraveled and revealed to me that there has been a god beneath it all this entire time.
I swing the flogger again and it hits her stomach, and I notice every single quiver of the muscles around her bellybutton. They flinch and retract, then relax again, ready for my flogger’s delicious touch. My god. I can't fucking get enough.
I flog her again and let my head fall back as the sound of the tails smacking her skin makes me feel like I'm ascending to heaven. It’s a fucking beautiful sound that gives me goosebumps. I have never felt more alive than I do right now.
I flog her again, this time hitting the top of her right breast and making the clamp jiggle like Jell-O.
She moans louder this time and my cock throbs as it stiffens to a degree I have never experienced in all of my twenty-seven years of life.
I feel heat rush through my body like a fire backdraft, and my cock presses hard against the back of my zipper.
Everything is happening so fast and with so much intensity that I feel overwhelmed.
I'm like an engine overheating and I have to strip myself before I pass out.
I snatch off my shirt and toss it onto the floor behind me.
Beads of sweat have already taken form on my chest, and once my skin is free, they roll like snowballs downhill.
It helps, but I need to do more. So I quickly unfasten my pants and push them down with my boxer briefs, stepping out of both and letting it all hang out.
My cock stands at full attention, my thick vein throbbing like a pulsing heart.
Olivia’s eyes finally move from my face down to my stiff erection, and I see her bite her lip. I grip the flogger again and step close enough to her that the tip of my cock is pressed right up against her pussy. She quietly moans and tries to push her hips forward, but I pull away.
“You want it?” I ask rhetorically.
“Yes, Sir. It’s so fucking big,” she answers on an airy breath.
I smirk as I step back. “You haven't earned it yet, baby girl.”