Claimed by Her Web Master (Web Master #3) (7 page)

“
Q
uentin
, please let me go back to the hotel.”

“I can’t do that. Not yet anyway.”

“What is it you want from me? What can I do to make you let me go?”

I paced in front of her. “First of all chill out. I’d like you to spend the weekend with me. Give me that, and then I’ll let you go.”

She eyed me suspiciously.

“Doesn’t that seem fair? Don’t you owe me that?”

She narrowed her eyes, unconvinced.

“Don’t you owe your child that? To give his father one more chance, forty-eight hours.”

Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath. She was wavering—I knew it!

“Do you think we can talk in a civilized manner?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. Because you have to know that there is no way I am going to let you raise my child without me being a part of his life.”

She nodded.

“I’m not sure how you expected to get away with keeping it from me, but now that I know I will do everything in my power to make sure that you take care of yourself and deliver a healthy baby for all of our sakes.”

“Quentin, I am taking care of myself. I am taking prenatal vitamins and I am seeing a doctor. So far everything is going just fine. I am not going to teach next year. I’m taking the year off to take care of the baby. I’ve got this. Everything is going to be fine.”

“But you just thought that you wanted do this without me?”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it? It sounds like you’re trying to cut me out of our child’s life.”

“No. I just had a lot of things I needed to figure out for myself. After what you did I can’t trust you, and baby or no baby, I can’t just pretend everything is fine.”

“I’m sorry, Sophie. I will make it up to you.”

“It’s not that simple. The way you act, you scare me sometimes. I don’t feel safe with you. I can’t put my trust in you because you have betrayed me.” She buried her head in her hands.

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Sophie. I will spend the rest of my life earning your trust back.”

“So your way of doing that is to kidnap me?”

“I apologize for that. But you left me no choice.”

“You always have a choice, Quentin. What are you even doing here?”

“I was invited to the wedding.”

Her eyes widened. “You came to the wedding?”

I straightened. “I stayed in the back.”

“Because you knew you weren’t welcome.”

“I hoped I would be. Yes, I saw this as an opportunity to be alone with you, to plead my case. After all we had together, Sophie, I believe we owe ourselves a chance to at least try to find some common ground.”

“All right, I’ll stay,” she said through gritted teeth.“ But I won’t be your submissive,” she spat.

She was so cute when she was mad. “With time, you might change your mind.” I said before I left the room, closing the door behind me.

W
hen Quentin left me alone
, a part of me wanted to lie down on the bed and take a nap. As I sat down on it, it felt like I was sinking into a cloud. The linens were soft as could be, and the pillows were heavenly. I lay down, got comfortable and for a minute I forgot what I was supposed to be doing—finding a way out of this bizarre situation.

My former Master had basically just kidnapped me and now he was holding me captive somewhere. Oh, he presented as very civilized the way he did it, but essentially he’d brought me here without permission.

My hand slid protectively over my belly. No, this wasn’t acceptable. I had to find a way out of here. Maybe if I could get out of here, I could walk to the next house over and call a car from there. I wondered if they had Uber in Honolulu or wherever the heck I was now. This place seemed quite out of the way. I also hadn’t seen any neighbors …

I’d deal with that once I got out of here. Surely if I walked far enough I’d find some help somewhere.

Reluctantly I made myself climb out of that comfy bed. There would be plenty of time for resting once I got out of here and back to the hotel. I crossed the room and stood by the door listening. There were no signs of Quentin’s presence so now was as good a time as any to make my escape.

Not wanting to alert Quentin I was leaving, I turned the doorknob as quietly as I could. Tossing my purse over my shoulder, I tiptoed down the hallway. It would help if I had a clue where Quentin was. It would be much better if he came to find me hours from now and I was long gone than if I ran into him now.

When I reached the stairs I went down a few then peeked into rooms below. The kitchen was on the left, and the living room on the right. Quentin didn’t appear to be in either one so I kept going down the stairs, taking care to tread as lightly as possible. When I got to the landing I realized I was facing the back of the house. Straight ahead was a swimming pool in a beautiful back yard. For a split second I reconsidered. I imagined Quentin and me lounging out there, making plans for our baby, making love in that pool.

Then just as quickly I shook those thoughts aside. I needed to get to the front door, because I had no idea if there was an exit out the back. My heart beat in my throat as I made my way around to the front of the house through the living room, which is the way I’d come in.

There it was—the front door.

I prayed it wasn’t locked.

No sign of Quentin.

My hand went to open it and to my surprise it was unlocked.

Hallelujah!
A voice inside me cheered. I opened it and crossed over the threshold.

I was free.

It was a long driveway, and I didn’t see any other houses. Only trees and bushes. But it was the only possible path so I started down it.

I hadn’t even gotten to the road before I heard his voice. That voice that had brought me so much pleasure, and so much pain, since I first heard it. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I
froze
. Dread flooded me.

“Come back into the house,” he said sternly.

Caught, I slowly turned toward him. There was no sense in trying to run. I wasn’t very fast anyway, plus I was pregnant and where would I even go? I didn’t have much of an escape plan to begin with, but whatever it had been, it was foiled now.

Avoiding Quentin’s gaze, I stared at the ground and walked slowly with him back to the house.

Once we were inside he made a big show of locking the front door with a key that he then put in his pocket.

“I’m disappointed in you, Sophie.”

I didn’t respond. A part of me was actually afraid of what he might do to me, but I reminded myself that since I was carrying his child, it was unlikely Quentin would hurt me. I wanted to believe that he wouldn’t hurt me because he loved me, but I’d never seen this side of him before. I wasn’t quite sure what he was capable of.

“Since you have decided to be difficult I’m going to treat you the way an attorney would treat a hostile witness.”

“What does that mean?” My heart started beating faster.

“Come sit in this chair.” He directed me to a chair sitting in the middle of the living room.

The weirdest thing about me and Quentin was that I’d always trusted him blindly. I had let him do the most unusual things to me, and he’d never hurt me. Sure, he’d inflicted pain, but that had been part of our dynamic, and something I’d grown to crave. So when he deceived me, I felt as though every single block we’d built our relationship on had been blown to smithereens.

But enough of that trust in him remained because I did as he asked and sat down in the chair.

“You’ve accused me of lying to you. Which I admit I did. My intention had been to protect you. But you lied to me, and I don’t think your motives were as honorable.”

His words stung like a slap to the face. “What? I didn’t lie to you!”

He wore a bored expression. “Really? What would you call it? A sin of omission?”

I clamped my mouth shut, and focused my eyes on the floor again.

“You know you were wrong not to tell me, Sophie. You can’t even look at me, can you? An hour ago you lied to me when you told me you’d stay for forty-eight hours. The next thing I know you’re sneaking out the front door. What were you planning to do once you left this property? Not only would you be endangering yourself, but you could also hurt the baby doing something like that.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered.

“That’s not good enough. Give me your hands.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hold out your hands.”

I did as he asked, as much out of habit as having no idea what else to do.”

He took my hands and placed them behind the chair and I felt the familiar scratch of rope circling around, binding my wrists together.

“Please don’t do it tight,” I begged, and to my dismay my voice sounded deeper—aroused. I could only hope Quentin didn’t hear it too, but that was wishful thinking. He’d spent months listening to my voice as he commanded me to do things that aroused me. He knew that sound better than anyone else on earth, but for the moment he showed no signs of taking advantage of this knowledge.

Instead he pulled a knife out of his pocket and flipped up the blade. Light glinted off the shiny metal of the blade and made me squint. I should have been scared, but I was actually remarkably calm. There was no way Quentin would cut me with that knife. His intention was to scare me, and I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“What are you planning to do with that?”

“I’m going to cut your clothes off your body so that you won’t be tempted to run away again.”

That would have never occurred to me, but he was right. If I were completely naked it would definitely make me think twice about running out of the house. Who knew how close the next neighbor was, and the world was full of too many sickos to just go wandering out to the road or to a stranger’s house naked. Some people would see that as an opportunity to rape you, maybe murder you.

I didn’t know how to respond, so I turned my head away from him and lifted my nose in the air.

He laughed. “I love your spunk, my pet.”

“I’m not your pet!” I spat.

“Oh yes you are.” He slid the knife down the front of my blouse and it fell aside in two pieces. Leaning close to my ear he whispered, “You’ll always be my pet.”

I closed my eyes, trying to wish all this away. I wanted to be home or at my hotel, away from all this craziness. No, a voice in the back of my head said. You want to be curled up in his arms. You want for him never to have lied to you. You want to be with him, preparing to raise this baby with him.

I shook my head at the thought. That could never be. What was done was done, no matter how much I wanted it to be different.

“Quentin, this is crazy. You need to stop this nonsense and take me back to the hotel.”

He laughed. “Nonsense, huh? I’m afraid you’re confused about who’s in charge here.” With the tip of the knife he traced a line from my neck down my décolletage until he hooked it under my bra between my breasts and sliced it open. I couldn’t help but moan when he cut the straps over my shoulders so the now worthless pieces of fabric fell to the floor, leaving my torso completely exposed.

“Nice. I see pregnancy has made your breasts even fuller,” he said, licking his lips suggestively. “These are the kinds of changes I should really be around to enjoy. Wouldn’t you agree?”

I ignored his question. “What are you going to do to me?” My teeth chattered as I spoke.

“I intend to remind you of your place.”

I didn’t have to ask what place he meant. He wanted to remind me what it was like to be his submissive, and much to my dismay, a part of me wanted that as well.

The cool air in the room made my nipples hard, which I found humiliating under the circumstances.

“Please, Quentin. Think of the baby,” I pleaded, hoping that would make him feel guilty.

Unfortunately that plan backfired when he said, “I’m sorry, Sophie, but I believe I’m the
only
one thinking about our child. What’s best is for you to let your baby’s father back into his life. You need to let me take care of you. Let me love and protect you both. How dare you question my motives? I simply want to do the right thing and reunite our little family. It is
you
who needs to think of our child.”

His words stung, because I feared there was truth to them. Was I sacrificing the happiness of my child because I was afraid of getting hurt again? Did that make me a bad mother? No. I was only trying to protect my child from this man, who was clearly untrustworthy and exhibiting poor judgment by keeping me here. Not the kind of man you want raising your child.

He leaned over and tweaked one of my hard little buds, and I struggled not to react.

Not having gotten the response he’d been looking for, he knelt at my feet and began to massage my breasts with his hands, his lips encircling one, his tongue whipping me into a feverish state of desire.

“My God, Sophie, you’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted,” he crooned and I tugged at my restraints, my desire to touch him overwhelming me.

My body’s needs were starting to win the battle over my mind, and I railed at myself for even considering giving in to him. I hadn’t been sexually active since I found out I was pregnant. I hadn’t opened any of Quentin’s emails. It hadn’t been difficult, as tired as I’d been and with the lack of a partner, but the more he played with me, the more I understood what I’d been reading—that pregnancy hormones made you hornier than usual. Now it seemed my body was on the verge of betraying me.

He stood up, and mourning the loss of his mouth on me, I wriggled in my chair.

“Stay here.” He stepped to the other side of the room to retrieve something, and I wanted to growl at his obnoxious command. Where else could I go?

He returned with his trusty black crop. “I’m going to offer you a combination of pleasure and pain until you give in and agree to be my submissive for the next forty …” He looked at his watch. “Forty-six hours. Then I shall let you go, and you can make your own decisions.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you will stay with me for forty-six hours, and after that if you want to leave you may leave.”

“Can I use my safeword?”

“Of course.”

The flat end of the crop descended on my breast, and I exhaled loudly. God help me, I’d missed this.

Fwap! Another swat landed on my other breast. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation.

The more times he smacked my skin with his toy, the further I fell under his spell.

Finally, when my chest burned like the glowing coals at the bottom of a fireplace, he stopped.

“Let’s see how that pussy of yours is liking this. Do you think it’s nice and wet for me?”

He pulled out the knife again and began to cut my skirt in half. It must have been taking too long, because after a couple of minutes, he took both sides and ripped the garment apart. I whimpered, nervous at the aggressive way he was handling me.

“Do you want to use your safeword?”

I thought about it. My brain told me I should. That I should run the other way from this overbearing, controlling man I was afraid to trust. But my body overruled my mind, and as I sat there trembling with lust, I shook my head.

“Good, because you belong to me.” With that he ripped my panties, leaving the whole of me exposed. “Open your legs.”

“Quentin,” I started …

“Open them!”

Squeezing my eyes shut I did as he asked. And while it was exhilarating to be back here, in this vulnerable, wildly aroused state, I was also petrified what this would mean, me giving in to him like this.

“Good girl.” He knelt between my legs, bringing his head close to my crotch, inspecting the very core of me. Heat rose in my cheeks, and I wondered if I would ever cease to feel embarrassed by these inspections.

He opened my lips with his fingers, spreading me wide. “Nice and swollen. Pregnancy seems to be agreeing with you.” Dipping a finger inside me, he curled it up against my G-spot and massaged that magical spot until he had me writhing in my chair, panting for more.

Then he stopped.

“Damn, it’s been too long. I’ve dreamed of you every night, Sophie. Thought of nothing besides finding you and claiming you for my own. If I untie you, will you promise to stay?”

I nodded helplessly. There was no way I had the strength of will to run away from him now. He’d worked me into such a state that I needed him, craved him fulfilling my desires in the way only he knew how.

“You want to stay?” he asked. “Convince me. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to dominate me.” My mind was a blur, and that was the only thing that was clear to me. I wanted him. Wanted to be his submissive more than anything.

He stood behind me and cut away the rope with his knife then moved in front of me. “Undress me.”

Somehow he always knew how to put me in my place. Not only was I to give my body over to him, but I was to aid him in the process. Swallowing my pride, I lowered my eyes and mumbled, “Yes, Sir” and went to work unbuttoning his shirt.

When I’d finished I pushed it off his shoulders, revealing the incredibly cut pectoral and abdominal muscles he worked so hard for. It was all I could do not to lean over and flick my tongue over the sensuous ridges, but I needed permission to do that, and I was too proud in that moment to ask for the privilege.

“Now the pants.”

The belt had to go first, so I unfastened it and began to pull it from the loops when he stopped me and pulled it out himself, saying, “I’m going to hold on to this for later.”

My knees grew weak. A belt spanking was something we both usually enjoyed. It was one of the harsher things he put me through, but it usually took me to that la-la-land they called subspace so I endured it with pleasure.

The top button of his jeans sprang open and I tugged at his zipper, my hand brushing past the nest of hair that lay just on the other side of his underwear.

“Take out my cock.”

A shiver danced down my spine as I slid my palm under the elastic band and wrapped my fingers around his erection. God, I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed him until I felt him growing and twitching in my grasp. He pushed down his pants and stepped out of them, me holding on to him the entire time.

“Good. Now show me you know how to submit to your Dom. Get on your knees, and open that whore mouth for me to use.”

As I fell to my knees, it thrilled me to hear him use that dirty mouth of his that inflamed my desire so thoroughly. Since I’d become the future mother to his child, I feared he would treat me differently, and I smiled to find that he was still happy to verbally degrade me in that way that so totally released my inhibitions and allowed me to embrace my wanton side.

“Lick that pre-cum bitch,” he ordered.

With the tip of my tongue I captured the clear drops that beaded up on the head of his penis. Tasting him after all this time filled me with a sense of joy that took me by surprise.

Unhinging my jaw, I parted my lips, and he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. Grabbing a handful of my hair he pushed and pulled against my face, while I licked and sucked him like the most delightful lollipop.

For balance I rested my hands on his thighs, reveling in the feel of his strong muscles under my palms.

“Hands behind your back.”

I fought to speak the next time he drew his hips back. “But Sir, I get so tired these days …”

He stilled for a moment then said, “I understand. Then you may rest your hands on my legs.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I said, opening my mouth to take him again.

Holding me by my cheeks, he entered my lips again, but withdrew after a few strokes.

Confused, I gazed up at him.

“Darling girl, I have missed you so much,” he said helping me to my feet. “Put your arms around my neck.”

I did, and he lifted me with his hands, clutching my bottom. My legs naturally wrapped themselves around his waist, and he carried me to what I hoped was a bedroom. Unable to suppress my curiosity, I asked, “Where are we going?”