Nightfall (11 page)

By asking them the right questions and during his trips to
town, he’d learned a couple more interesting facts about her. None of the
merchants who had only daylight hours had met her. Selene had sent Maria to the
hardware store for a bucket of paint and brushes. She’d also sent the girl to
the handicrafts store to get hand-woven rugs and the little accessories
boutique to find hand towels and some other things. All of it no doubt to
spruce up the apartment.

So far, she was sticking to the whole vampire lore pretty
good. She might be nuts, but if she was, he was apparently a rabid squirrel. He
hadn’t thrown her out, even knowing such blatant signs of a mental disorder couldn’t
bode well for the long-term future of his bar. No matter how much of an
improvement she was over Artie. But what had she said?
Something in you
already knows the truth and is okay with it.

Yeah, he was tired as hell from the ranch work and determined
to show her he had a life beyond sniffing after her, but he wasn’t too
chickenshit to accept it was more than that keeping him away. He’d gone back to
After Dark that very second day to put things under his control again and
essentially got his ass handed to him. Marked with some stripes and dings that
he twisted around like a snake to stare at in the mirror the next day. He
needed a few days for a reality check.

Unfortunately, his dick decided two was the max he was going
to get, no matter how exhausted he was.

He woke up that morning, caught up in another of those near
wet dreams about her, his cock throbbing and his hand already on it, muscle
memory kicking in because his brain assumed Quinn was on board with keeping his
dick calmed down in the usual way. Then he remembered what she’d said. Hell no,
he wasn’t calling her to ask her to jerk off. What kind of man did that?

But God, when he’d turned around after he submitted to that
single tail, the way she’d looked…it was as if he’d given her the best gift any
woman could ever get, way beyond diamonds, chocolates…anything. Would it be
like that to her, him asking if he could come for her?

He wasn’t sure if that was why he reached for his phone. He
wanted to be fucked, yes, but he’d had plenty of that in his life. Copious
amounts of fucking, more than most men ever did. He wanted to hear her voice,
see how she was doing. She stimulated him in a lot of ways, fascinated him. He
missed her.

The phone rang. It was about four a.m., still dark, and he
was giving up a precious extra hour of sleep he needed, but he needed her more.

“Quinn.” Her voice was a bit slurred. He was a bastard.
She’d put in a full day, had probably only gotten to bed several hours ago,
whereas he’d had the benefit of hitting the hay about ten.

“Hey. I didn’t mean to wake you. Or catch you before you go
to bed.”

“Are you hard, Quinn?”

Wow. She didn’t believe in preliminaries, and there was no
derision to her tone, as if irritated that he’d called just for that purpose.
But he didn’t want her thinking that, regardless. “Yeah. But that’s not why—”

“I don’t care why else you called. I want to hear you come
for me. Wrap your hand around your cock and turn on your side.”

His brow furrowed. He was tempted to resist. Then he bit
back the other words and complied.

“Are you wearing anything?”

“No.”

“Is that how you usually sleep?”

“Sometimes boxers, but it’s easier to jump right in the
shower first thing in the morning if you’re already bare-assed.”

“Such a practical man. Do you keep any lube near your bed?
Anything you can use as lube?”

He blinked. “Uh, there’s this balm I put on my hands or lips
sometime when they get real chapped and cracked. It’s in the nightstand
drawer.”

“Perfect. Spread a good amount on your hands, and then grip
your cock with one of them, and put two fingers of the other hand up your ass.
All the way to the bottom knuckle.”

“What?”

“You’ve had a woman lick your rim. Penetrate you with her
fingers?”

Some of his more experienced bed partners had introduced him
to it. But he’d actually never put his own fingers up his ass.

“Yeah. A couple times. Just haven’t done it with my own.”

“No time like the present. I want you to start getting your
ass ready for when I’ll put on a nice thick strap-on and fuck your brains out,
the way you’ve fucked your cute little buckle bunnies. Your fingers are nice
and thick, much better than mine for that purpose. So do it.”

Again he hesitated, but the erotic lure of it was too much
for him to resist. The internal muscles of his ass already clenched with
anticipation. “Okay.”

“Hmm. I’m thinking I’d like to hear something a little more
along the lines of ‘Yes ma’am’. Think you can manage that?”

He paused, thought it over, and then it came to his lips as
if it had just been waiting there to be said. “Yes ma’am.” He’d called her
Mistress the other night in the heat of the moment. Some part of him wanted to
say that now too. But he restrained himself with “ma’am”.

She purred. “God, hearing a cowboy say ‘Yes, ma’am’ in that
drawl. It makes me want to have you stand in a corner and just say it all day
long while I play with myself.”

“I’d be happy to do the playing. Ma’am.”

She laughed then, a throaty sound. “You like to flirt,
Quinn. I like that.”

Actually, he’d never been much in that department, but the
edgy way she played at it herself inspired him. Then her voice sharpened to
that sultry demand again. “Have you done what I told you to do?”

He slathered the udder balm on his fingers and gripped his
cock, which was already nice and aching, like the skin was going to split right
off it. Then he reached back, eased his other greased-up fingers into himself.
His cock convulsed, cream blooming on the top, and a rasping breath escaped his
lips.

“Nice.” Her voice had that hum to it that he could feel
vibrating all the way to his testicles. “The first time I fuck you, Quinn, I’m
going to have you lying face down on your bed. I’m going to tie your wrists and
ankles, spread you out wide. Then I’m going to put myself against your back,
drag my nice big rubber cock down your spine, put it between your cheeks and
push in so, so slow, until you’re stretched and burning. Until your mind is
completely breaking apart from the way it feels to have me fucking you like a
man while my breasts press against your back and my hair brushes your shoulder,
and you smell my cunt getting so wet…”

“God…Mistress.”

“You can come for me now, Quinn. But you have to do it
within five minutes or you don’t get to do it at all. Remember what I said. I
want to hear every filthy, uncensored thing going through your mind.”

So he did just that. He described exactly what he was doing,
the grip he had on his dick, how he was pushing the taut skin up to the head,
stroking just the right spot firm and intent, and he said all sorts of
delightful filthy things. How he wanted to fuck her cunt, her ass, shove
himself into her mouth, come all over her tits…how he wanted her to fuck
him…down on his knees, her behind him, fingers shoving into his ass, tongue
there, then using the handle of his whip, making him shudder and bite back
pleas for mercy as she worked him, his balls drew up and…

He spewed all over himself as she whispered the words to
him. “Now, Quinn. Now.”

The hot syrup clung to his fingers and dripped onto his
balls. His skin was on fire wherever it touched. He felt as if every bit of
energy had drained from his body through his cock and spilled around him. He’d
had all kinds of sex—down and dirty, hot and sexy, even passable phone sex. But
this? She had gotten into his mind, into his body, and taken over his senses.
He had been powerless to do anything but what she commanded.

He was barely catching his breath when she spoke. “Remember,
you call me whenever you need to do that.”

She hung up. Just like that, leaving him hanging on to the
throaty sound of her voice, which told him she was just as aroused. It
tormented him as visions of her naked body shimmered in the air, her slender
hips, her smooth pussy, her breasts swollen, her nipples hard and begging for
his mouth. He imagined her pinching each of those nipples until they were
engorged and stiff, then letting those fingers drift down the silken flesh of
her stomach to her pussy. Separating the plump lips with the fingers of one
hand while with the other she caressed her glistening slit in a long glide.

Christ! Heat jolted right into his balls and the vein
feeding his shaft pulsed as his blood surged through it.

He closed his eyes and in his mind saw her bend her legs to
give herself better access. Slip two then three fingers into her waiting cunt.
His heart thudded as she fucked herself, now pinching her clit with her other
hand and tugging and rolling it, bringing herself to climax with her slim
fingers.

When she convulsed, spasms rippling over her body, his cock
hardened to the point he was afraid to touch it for fear of damaging himself.
At this rate, he’d have her on the phone all the damn time. He forced his eyes
open, wiping away the image.

He needed more. Much more. Even if it meant letting her call
the shots.

He couldn’t leave it there so he dialed her again. She
picked up on the first ring.

“Even your recovery time couldn’t be that good.”

“It just might be, baby.” He grinned at the sound of her
chuckle. “How are you?”

She paused. “What?”

“I asked how you’re doing. Are you okay? Did your day go
okay? I’ve been pretty busy with the ranch, and I haven’t had a chance to check
in.”

He sensed the change in subject matter surprised her but she
answered him. “You’ve checked in with Maria and your ranch hands to see how I’m
doing, what I’ve been buying.”

“Yeah.”

“Then you know how I’m doing.” She hung up again.

He stared at the phone. Was she pissed at him? She hadn’t
sounded that way. It sounded like she’d chuckled at him again before she ended
the call. She was hard to figure. It took an act of will not to call back
again, for more than one reason.

Sleep eluded him. Every scene with her played over and over
in his mind. He felt the bite of the lash on his back, her touch on his bare
ass, the sensation of her mouth. The unbelievable ability she had to bend him
to her will. At last, he gave up and left the bed, getting an early jump on the
day.

As he went about his work throughout the morning and
afternoon, knowing he had to call her to get off kept him in a constant
semi-aroused state. Perversely, it also helped him suppress the urge to call so
he wouldn’t seem like some sex-crazed lunatic. At least until evening.

Once he was in the shower that night, the water running down
his bare body, the meanderings of his tired mind went right to his cock, and
before he knew it, he was throbbing again. Her words in the darkness of early
morning played out in his mind.

“I’ll put on a nice thick strap-on and fuck your brains
out.”

Again his inner muscles tightened and a bolt of lust speared
him. Fucking a woman’s ass always turned him on, but what would it be like to
experience it from the other side? Allowing that had never even been on his
sexual horizon but now that Selene had planted the image in his mind…

No, you can’t call. You don’t want to come off as some
kind of dog begging for scraps.

He held out until he’d gotten out, mostly dried off, and saw
his phone sitting on the counter. His hand reached for it as if it had a mind
of its own.

She picked up on the second ring, but she was already
talking. “Yeah, put that back there. Thanks, Robert. I’d like to change the
shipment rate…hold on. Mr. Pedraza?”

She was dealing with the beer delivery guy. Just like the
previous night in front of the customers, she was calling him boss or Mr.
Pedraza. It fucking turned him on, knowing behind closed doors, it was
something entirely different. He decided to give back tit for tat. “Yes ma’am?”
he drawled.

There was laughter in her voice at that, but she kept on
track. “So do you need the same order you requested this morning?”

Okay, she was better at this than him. Was she really going
to have him do this while she was doing business? “I’ll call you back.”

“No. I’m accepting that delivery only at the proscribed
time, boss. Just as we discussed. I can do this at the same time. Go ahead and
give me what you need. Now.”

Her voice was conversational, yet he heard the trace of
steel, that hint of command that probably passed unnoticed to the beer guy. In
contrast, Quinn heard it as clear as a drill sergeant’s bark.

“Fuck, I can’t do this.”

“Yes, Mr. Pedraza. I’m very confident that can happen.
Robert, here’s the order change. Can you put that in the back?”

Robert must have walked away, because her voice changed
immediately. “I want to hear you, Quinn. Want to hear every groan, every curse,
the way you say ‘I want to fuck your cunt’ like a sacred promise. Obey me,
cowboy.”

“Are you wet?” he demanded. “Christ, give me something. I
feel like a fucking dumbass teenager here, chasing a cheerleader’s skirts.” He
should hang up. He was just too damn horny to do so. But he wasn’t going to
beg. He’d never been that kind of guy with a woman, and he wasn’t starting now.

“I’m so wet that if I buried your face in my pussy right
now, you’d drown,” she said. “Give me a gift, Quinn. Give me everything you are
in this moment. You’re not a teenager. You’re a powerful, tough-as-nails man
who makes me hot just to hear your voice on the phone, begging me in that rough
way of yours to let you come.”

Just like that, hearing the urgency in her tone made all his
uneasiness disappear. Was it his imagination, or did showing her desires so
blatantly freak her out a little bit too? All he knew was hearing that note in
her voice made things feel more balanced, though he was sure she wouldn’t
appreciate hearing that at all.