Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
ANORA
I did not for the life of me expect the night to turn out the way it was currently going. The home-cooked meal with the expensive wine and the beautiful, cleaned-up man who gave it all to me.
Never in my life did I think after all of my relationship mishaps and failed online dates that I was going to be taken care of in this way, and I felt like this was just the beginning.
I knew he had surprises up his sleeves for me, but I had several of my own, and I planned on revealing one of them sooner rather than later.
Quentin led me into his bedroom, but I took control and pushed him to the bed, silently prompting him to sit.
“What’s on your mind, little moon?” he asked, holding my hips as I stood between his legs.
“I want to do things a little differently tonight,” I replied, and I could see the sparkle of mischief in his eyes that I was sure mirrored my own. “I want nothing to hold us back tonight, and I want to try something new. Where do you keep your mask?”
“Oh, little moon, you are playing with absolute fire, and you’re going to burn us both,” he growled. “If that’s what you want, I’m here to make every dark sexual fantasy you’ve ever imagined come to life.”
“Show me your dark side, Quentin. I’ve never been afraid of the dark,” I purred, surprised my arousal wasn’t already dripping down my legs.
I knew that I had nothing to fear when it came to Quentin, and that if he ever hurt me sexually, there would be a reason. There was pain in beauty, and I knew there was pain in pleasure. I wanted Quentin to show me every way I could enjoy the morbid mixture.
And I knew he was willing to give it to me, his kinks just as dark.
“If you get a suggestion on what you want to do tonight, then I have one too,” Quentin said, and he turned me, so I was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Sit there like a good girl, and strip down to nothing but your underwear and those heels,” he commanded.
I felt a pang shoot to my core, heat pooling in my lower belly. I could have combusted with need and hunger for this man.
I watched him disappear into his closet as I slowly did as I was told and took my clothes off.
It felt like an eternity before he stepped back into the room, but my eyes drank him in instantly.
He had taken off everything except for his dress pants, leaving his tattoos and his chiseled abs on full display, his arms flexing as he twisted his hand back and forth over a piece of rope. I could see his erection straining through his pants, and when my gaze made it to his face, all that I could see were his eyes, a black mask hiding the rest of his features. Despite that, I knew exactly what he was thinking and feeling from the way his body moved. From the way he touched me.
As my eyes trailed back up his torso, my breath caught, and I inhaled sharply.
“Quentin,” I said gently, my fingers skimming the wicked scar on his abdomen that had caught my attention.
“Occupational hazard,” he answered, before taking my chin in his hand and bringing my eyes back to his own. “Eyes on me.”
Something about the way he said it felt so utterly erotic and sent a shiver of want tingling down my spine. I felt like I could burst from anticipation of what was to come.
I watched as he began to slowly circle me, still working his hands over the ropes. I kept my hands to my sides, itching to touch him again and speed this up, but also wanting to savor every last second of it. I wanted to absorb everything we were together into every fiber of my being. I never wanted to forget it. I wanted it to be like a fingerprint on my skin—unique and never changing.
I was desperate for him to make a move. We both sat with eyes boring into one another. But, as I knew he would, he broke first, bringing his hand to my throat and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Never in my life had I imagined having a choking kink. Yet here I was, hoping he’d squeeze my throat while he fucked me senseless until I saw stars.
Quentin lifted me to a standing position with his grip on my neck. “Kneel.”
The one-word command sent a quiver of want and anticipation to my knees.
I did as I was told, not breaking eye contact as I dropped to my knees before him.
He loosened the grip on my neck, and I drank him in while my mouth watered, waiting for his next command.
I slowly brought my hands to the button of his pants, waiting to make sure he sanctioned my movements, and I took his sharp intake of breath as a sign of approval.
I undid the button and unzipped his fly in a slow and tortuous manner. He wasn’t the only one who got to have all the fun tonight. If he was going to toy with me, it was only fair I returned the favor.
He hissed through his teeth as I put my hands in his boxers and palmed his erection, pulling it free and taking in all its glory.
It looked bigger than I remembered—I had no idea how I had taken it before.
He was going to absolutely obliterate me tonight.
Mind, body, and soul.
I took him in my mouth, watching as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, the way his body reacted to me as I took him deep in my throat.
He put his hand on the back of my head, lacing his fingers through my hair and taking control of my movements, fucking my mouth.
I groaned as he gagged me with his cock, him moaning as well, and I brought my hand down to my panties, wanting to relieve some of the buildup coursing through me.
“Don’t you dare,” Quentin snapped. “The only one pleasuring that pussy tonight is going to be me.”
Tears sprang to my eyes as he fucked my mouth harder. My body begged for release, almost to the point of pain.
“Fuck, Anora!” he yelled before spilling himself down the back of my throat, finally slowing his movements but wasting no time before he wedged his hands underneath my arms and threw me on the bed, flat on my back.
It was his turn to kneel now. He spread my legs open, moving his finger up and down the outside of my underwear to tease me.
“Your pussy is so soaked and ready for me, baby,” he praised before lifting the bottom of his mask and pulling my underwear to the side. He took one long lick down my slit, and my head lolled back.
My hips bucked off the mattress at his touch, already feeling like I was a second away from exploding on his tongue.
“You taste as delicious as you look,” he said with a smirk, hastening to return his mouth to my cunt and utterly devour me.
He licked, bit, and sucked on my clit, sending zings of electricity up and down my spine until it was almost too much. As soon as he added a finger inside of me, I detonated.
“Quentin!’ I screamed, hoping that everyone in the building surrounding us knew just how good this man made me feel. I did not give a single, utter, flying fuck who heard me.
I was his, and he was mine, and everyone was going to know about it.
He lapped up my release and moved toward my lips, kissing me so deeply that I could taste myself.
I watched as he pulled down the bottom of his mask and kissed me once more through the fabric.
“Are you ready for me, Anora?” he asked, towering over me and nudging my entrance gently with his cock, slicking himself with my wetness.
Would I ever be ready for him? Physically or otherwise? I didn’t get a moment to ponder it before he slammed into me, filling me completely with him and stretching me beyond anything I’d ever felt. It felt like he was injecting himself into my bloodstream—he had barely started, and I already wanted more of him. He was my addiction, and I didn’t think I could ever stay away again.
I tried to rock my hips and gain some friction. I needed to feel him move and relieve the tension inside of me that was threatening to spill over and swallow me whole.
“Quentin,” I whimpered, practically begging for him. I watched as he reached over to grab the rope from the nightstand and tied my hands above my head after looping it through a newly installed hoop on the wall. It made my blood heat to think he’d been planning for this even before tonight.
I was practically foaming at the mouth in anticipation and fascination. I’d never done something like this before, and I couldn’t deny that I felt a small slice of nervousness cut through me. Not having control of my hands felt like something I should be afraid of, but I had never felt safer.
“Pick a safe word,” Quentin commanded as he finished tying the knots around my hands and securing them above my head, out of reach.
I didn’t know what I should pick, uncertain why I needed one.
“There’s a chance that you’ll beg me to stop, but you won’t mean it, so you need to pick something that will actually get me to stop,” he commanded.
“Moon,” I said, deciding on something neither of us would forget. The entire time he’d been situating my arms with the rope, he hadn’t moved an inch of himself from inside me, and the feeling of fullness hadn’t dissipated in the slightest.
“I’m going to ask you again: are you sure you’re ready for me?”
“I don’t think I can ever be ready for you, Quentin, but do your worst,” I replied, and I felt my blood warm at the grin on his face promising he would do just that.
He moved at a slow pace, antagonizing me and teasing me in the worst way. I had the urge to flip us over so I could ride him into oblivion and control the pace.
“Slow and steady wins the race, baby,” he whispered in my ear, the material from the mask tickling my skin.
“I’ve never been one to like a slow pace,” I panted in response.
“I’m just savoring every moment of you wrapped around my cock,” Quentin replied.
“You don’t think you could enjoy it quicker?” I whimpered and watched as the last of his restraint evaporated and he slid out one last time before he began thrusting so hard into me that I couldn’t see straight.
The tension in my limbs twisted into an impending orgasm, so damn close already to bursting and finding my release.
“Whose are you, little moon?” he growled as he pounded into me over and over again, barely giving me a moment to think or process his question.
“I’m yours,” I said breathlessly. “Yours to ruin. Yours to devour. Yours .”
“Fuck yeah you are. You’re mine, little moon. Don’t ever forget it.” He grunted, not letting up in the slightest.
“Quentin, I’m close,” I moaned, wishing I could bring my hands down and ease the pressure of my impending orgasm.
“Come for me, baby, I’m right behind you,” he replied, cupping my cheek in his hand and rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip in a surprisingly gentle manner.
One touch, and I was a goner.
I exploded around him, stars flooding my vision, feeling the waves of the best orgasm I’d ever experienced crash over me. With the scream of my name, I felt him spill himself inside of me, his pace finally slowing.
He collapsed against my chest and, without looking, undid the ropes around my wrists, allowing me free movement. I used the opportunity not to rub the burning sensation around my wrists, but to lift the bottom of Quentin’s mask and place a gentle kiss on his lips.
“I love you, Quentin,” I whispered, and I didn’t mind if he didn’t say it back in that moment. I just wanted to soak up the moment and imprint the memory of it into my mind and soul.
“I love you too, Anora,” he mumbled against my skin, and the use of my full name instead of his usual pet name made the declaration that much more meaningful.