6. An Unexpected Invitation
An Unexpected Invitation
Sam
Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap.
It wasn’t like no one had ever asked her to scene before, but she’d never had someone she was actually interested in ask her to scene.
All her other scenes had been platonic, or they’d agreed to use toys or whatever.
From the heat in Q’s eyes as he looked down at her, she didn’t doubt for one moment that he was asking her because he wanted her.
Not just someone to scene with, but her specifically.
As if coming up to ask her when she was surrounded by a bunch of willing, attractive, single subs hadn’t indicated that already. He’d chosen her. It was a little like being singled out from the herd by a predator, except she actually wanted it.
Especially with the authoritative way he said he would be in charge tonight.
Being honest, as much as she was looking forward to having Q on his knees for her in class, she’d also fantasized about having him take control ever since she’d walked into Marquis and seen him for the first time.
“Say yes,” Morgan hissed in her ear, nudging her with her elbow.
Sam glanced at Noelle. She didn’t want to just ditch the other woman, but Noelle grinned and nodded.
Well, okay then.
“If you’ll excuse me,” she said, glancing around at the others.
Caroline had a pinched expression as she nodded back, but Marissa gave her a thumbs up, and Amy made a little shooing motion, her eyes alight with encouragement.
No one but Caroline seemed to mind, and, well… Caroline wasn’t Sam’s problem.
Taking Q’s hand, she let him help her up from her chair. To her surprise, he didn’t let go once she was standing, holding onto it as he led them toward the stairs.
“Upstairs or downstairs?” he asked, glancing at her.
“Can we even get a room upstairs?” she asked, bemused. It was a Saturday night after all. If you wanted a room, you had to plan ahead. Wait… had he planned ahead for this?
“No. Downstairs it is.” Q grimaced, but Sam didn’t mind.
If he’d planned ahead, she might not have felt as special since he could have just been looking to use the room and not necessarily with her. The spontaneity of his invitation made her feel on top of the world. He wasn’t just looking for a sub to fill a slot.
He wanted her.
Even after everything they’d talked about on Monday, even hearing the reason she’d changed her mind about prom. Even after he hadn’t kissed her goodbye when she’d thought he was going to. Maybe he’d just needed a little more time to think about everything.
Regardless, tonight, he was asking her to scene with him.
Yes, that made her feel giddy.
“Any hard limits I should know about?” he asked, giving her fingers a small squeeze as they went down the steps, drawing her attention back to the present.
“I’ve seen your list, and all of mine are covered by it,” she replied, giving him a sideways smile. “When it comes to humiliation, I don’t mind being called a naughty, bad girl, or a toy, but I’ve got way more of a praise kink.”
“Me, too.” Q winked at her, making her laugh. Yeah, she could see that about both of them. With the way they worked to excel in high school, both of them liked getting rewards more than punishments.
Although Sam didn’t mind a little role play now and then.
The staircase emptied out into the dungeon, which was full of people, though not everyone was doing something. Some people were just walking around and watching the scenes rather than participating.
Stronghold’s dungeon was full of possible places to scene.
Spanking benches were arranged throughout the center of the main floor.
Along the walls were various nooks with chains hanging or occupied by St. Andrews’ crosses.
A quiet nook was filled with couches, a mini fridge, and a basket of blankets for aftercare.
And, of course, there were the private rooms, which were all occupied.
Interrogation, the Doctor’s Office, and the Jail were located on this floor.
The second floor had more options, like a Locker Room, a movie room, a school room, an office, and things like that.
One day, Sam would love to use a private room, here or at Marquis, with someone who had reserved the room with her in mind.
Not when it was part of the class, because that didn’t count.
“How do you feel about a little spanking?” Q asked, his steps slowing as he took in the benches. They were spaced far enough apart to avoid feeling crowded, and there were a few that were currently open. A club submissive was wiping down the closest one to them.
“Have I been naughty?” she asked flirtatiously.
They came to a halt, Q turning to face her, but never relinquishing her hand.
“Well, you were never properly punished for leaving me without a prom date.” His voice had turned to a low, husky growl, but his eyes simmered with heat and promise. Guilt threatened, but when he was looking at her like that, she knew he didn’t really mean it.
This was going to be a funishment. Role play. Though she probably did deserve a spanking.
Widening her eyes, she tilted her head. With the heels she was wearing, they were basically the same height, so it was no trouble to meet his gaze.
“Oh, you’re right… I’m so sorry, Master Q.” She made her voice syrupy sweet, which had the added effect of making her sound entirely insincere.
His lips quirked.
“You’re certainly going to be Ms. Dupre.”
Q
Talk about fantasies coming true. Not that he’d fantasized about spanking Sam after she’d changed her mind about prom.
He hadn’t known enough then to even fathom such a thing.
But if he’d known about kink back then, this was exactly what he would have fantasized about.
Her wide eyes and pouty, half-parted lips made his cock throb.
He was already rock hard, his body eager for… well, everything.
“I suppose you want me to make it up to you?” Her mischievous smile demonstrated as little regret as her tone had.
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
He was being completely sincere. While he might not have known about kink, he’d had plans for that night.
Pretty innocent plans since they hadn’t been dating or anything, but still.
A dance. A kiss. Maybe the chance to tell her how much he liked her, if he’d been able to make himself that vulnerable.
They had been going off to separate colleges after graduation.
He hadn’t been about to suggest anything like being boyfriend and girlfriend and trying to do long distance, but he’d wanted some memories to take with him.
Maybe a little hope that they’d meet again in the future, after college, older, wiser, and with the attraction still firmly in place.
That last wish had actually come true, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to squander it.
Which was why he let go of her hand to cup her face in his palms. They’d gone over his limits at the last class—sex was on the table, and kissing was as well.
He’d waited years for his first kiss with Samantha Dupre.
Her eyes widened right before their lips connected, and he felt her tense, but only for a moment. Then she relaxed, hands pressing against his chest, and she leaned into the kiss.
Fuck.
The simmering attraction between them exploded.
Q’s right hand slid from her chin to the back of her neck while the other dropped to wrap around her waist and haul her against him.
She gasped, her lips parting, and he took full advantage, delving between them with his tongue and getting his first proper taste of her.
She tasted like lemons, which brought to mind the water with lemon she’d been drinking upstairs. Or maybe this was how she always tasted. Sweet and tart at the same time, which summed her up perfectly. She kissed him back, just as needy, just as hot for him as he was for her.
A small cough beside them made both of them jump, Q staring at her for a moment before tearing his gaze away to look at the club sub who had been cleaning the spanking bench near them. She was grinning widely.
“Sorry to interrupt, but if you wanted a bench, I’d grab this one now,” she said, giving them a wink before skipping away.
Good thing she’d cut in because Q saw several people eyeing the bench as he shifted Sam closer to it.
He didn’t have to get her on it immediately, of course, but just by standing next to it, they were staking their claim.
In the past minute or so, while they’d been flirting and kissing, all the other benches had been taken.
“I’m not sure if I should thank her or curse her,” Sam joked, looking down at the bench before cocking her head at him. A lock of blonde hair fell across her eyes, and Q reached up to brush it away before she could, letting the tips of his fingers stroke over her face.
The hot blush that followed in its wake made him feel like a king.
It was also making him feel a little out of his element. He’d never scened with anyone that he was this into. He’d been attracted to the other submissives he’d scened with, but not like this. Not this white-hot attraction that made him forget where they were when they kissed.
I am so fucked.
“Well, I want to thank her for ensuring I get to bend you over this bench.” He grinned even wider when she snorted and shook her head. “Okay pretty girl, on your knees with your hands up behind your head. I want to get this corset off you.”
She blushed even harder when he called her pretty girl, but she didn’t get on her knees right away. For a moment, he thought she was going to fight him on it, but a considering expression fell over her features, and she slowly got down on her knees. Interesting.
Q decided to take a moment to walk around her.
He wanted to look at her and wanted to drive home who was in charge.
He wasn’t sure if her hesitation was because it was him or because she struggled to submit because she was a Switch—he felt like that was how it would be for him—but he figured taking his time couldn’t hurt either way.
It also meant he got to enjoy the view.
With her on her knees, her breasts pushed up by the corset, he wanted to dive in between her pillowy breasts and snuggle in for the winter.
If only. The skirt she was wearing got in the way of being able to see her lower half, but he still liked seeing her on her knees, with them spread wide apart.
It was a hell of a tease to know he would be able to see everything soon.
Thanks to Angel and her penchant for corset making, Q knew how to lace and unlace a corset properly, so he decided to ignore the quick release front. Coming around behind Sam, he tugged at the knot.
Sam turned her head to look over her shoulder.
“You know you can just undo the front, right?” she asked, hands already moving to show him.
“Hands up,” he snapped, taking hold of her hair and using it to pull her head back. Sam’s eyes went wide, her lips parting in surprise as her pupils dilated. “I’ll take care of the corset, pretty girl, you just sit still and let me.”
With her head tipped back like this, her lips were impossible to resist. Bending, he claimed another kiss. Damn, he liked kissing her, especially when he felt her lips soften beneath his.
But bending over wasn’t completely comfortable and as much as he liked kissing her, he was way more excited about finally getting his hands on that sweet ass of hers.
Straightening, he smiled when she put her hands back behind her head, twining her fingers behind her neck.
“Good girl.”
With those words, he got to watch her melt a little.
Running his hand down her upper back, he let go of her hair so her head could drop forward again.
This time, she kept her hands firmly in place as he expertly unlaced the back of her corset, loosening it from the center outward, and she sighed with relief as the tight constraint around her body relaxed.
“Hands up.”
Sure, he could undo the quick release in the front, but there was something satisfying about pulling the whole corset up and off.
Her hands dropped to the back of her neck, thrusting her breasts forward with the movement, and Q’s cock throbbed.
He was actually going to get to second base with Samantha Dupre.
You’re going to do a whole lot more than that.