Subfrenzy (the Subfrenzied Series) (17 page)

Quinn
pulled me on top of him and I continued the pace he'd set. His body went taut underneath me. Pleasure built as his cock slid in and out of my body, filling me so completely I wanted to scream.
My arms were brought up, over him, and I tried to fall slowly instead of slamming down onto his chest. I pressed my cheek against the side of his neck, and gasped when he tilted my hips down.

“
Please may I-” I moaned as he drew my head back. He kissed me, but I wasn't prepared for the fierce hunger, or how completely I surrendered to it.

“
I'm going to let you come all fucking night.”

“
May I come now, Sir?”  

“
Yes.” Quinn groaned, sounding incredibly pleased.

There
was no way to stop it. The '
yes'
echoed in my head. Electric, white-hot waves of pleasure made me shake. I heard him cry out, sounding surprised. He waited until I was calmer before he lifted my hips. I knelt and took his cock into my mouth. It stunned me to the core how hard he came, the aftershocks making him breathe in harsh pants. He was focused enough to pull me up next to him, moving so I lay in the curve of his body.

“
So,” he mumbled against my shoulder, “how was your night, baby?”

“
Good, Sir... yours?”             

“
Overall? I'd say it was a pretty good.
But a
fter that, I need more than a nap.”

“
It's almost two in the morning...”

“
Ah. That's why. I'll have a cigarette with you first, then I need to get some sleep.”

Zoning
out for a few minutes, I didn't realize he had fallen asleep. When I touched his arm, he brought me closer against him. He roused briefly as I got comfortable, but deeper sleep took him back under, his breath warm against the back of my neck. His cheek touched the back of my shoulder, one of his legs was over both of mine. The shivery waves of fear I felt, thinking back to what happened with Abe were gone. The moment Quinn stepped outside, I had felt safe. I knew he wouldn't let anyone hurt me. Feeling submissively safe made me smile, happy to be his body pillow.

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Chapter 13
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~
Serene Dream ~

S
tretching, I felt incredibly soft sheets slide over my skin. The clock told me it was only ten in the morning. Everything was still, quietly humming with energy instead of alive with it.

Quinn
wasn't in the apartment anywhere. I remembered his phone waking him, hearing the shower start, and seeing him fully dressed. He had brought the covers up around my shoulders before I felt him kiss me. His voice was a whisper in my head, '
I'll be back soon, baby.'
I'd be ready for him.

Sasha
slept on the bathroom counter as I showered. I saw a few light bruises on my back and darker lines on my sides from where the flogger had hit. There were a couple dark bruises on the back of my hips and on my lower thighs, though my inner thighs were light pink instead of bruised as I'd thought. It had been a strange night. I remembered the hostile aggression radiating from Quinn when he faced Abe and how quickly he had reacted. His mood had been strange, leaving '
Rack's
' and getting to the bar, but what happened after we got back to his apartment...? I wasn't sure what to think. He definitely wanted to keep me as his submissive.

Wrapped
in a towel that went down to my calves, I picked up clothes in the bedroom and made his bed. There were more clothes in the living room, full ashtrays, water and soda bottles on the coffee table. Once his apartment was a little cleaner, I browsed through Netflix, curling up on the couch with a laptop. When writing energy hit, I was gone to reality.              

Six
pages later, my stomach flipped when I heard his key turn in the lock. He was quiet, not having the door slam behind him. Would he want me in a submissive position, waiting for him?
Maybe not so early in the day when he just got in from work?

“
Hi,” he double-took, walking through his kitchen. “You're up.”

I
smiled at him, relaxing into his satisfied-feeling energy. “Did your meeting go well, Sir?”

“
It did, thank you.” Quinn shrugged out of his light winter coat, his dark blue suit jacket. “There were scheduling problems for a client later this week. When I said asap, I didn't expect it to be this morning. Sorry if my phone woke you.”

“
I know how that goes. Sorry you weren't able to sleep longer, Sir.”

“
Did you fall back asleep after I left?”

“
Yes, for a little while...”
Should I not have?

“
Good, I'm glad. I was worried you'd be bored.”

“
I wasn't.” Desire prickled when he glanced over at me. I knew what that look meant. “I wasn't bored at all, Sir.”

“
That's good to hear.” He looked down the hall and into his bedroom, then back around the living room. “You cleaned. Thank you.”

“
Anytime, Sir. When did you leave this morning?”

“
Eight,” he replied. “Go kneel on the bed. I
'll be in soon as I'm done with this cigarette.”

My skin tingled as I waited, more so when he appeared carrying a large paper bag.
Blood roared in my ears when I saw the collar he had talked about. He had me hold my hair up so he could buckle it around my neck. I was surprised by how smooth it was, how light it felt. The outside layer was braided leather, ink black as the smooth inner lining. He made a low sound of pleasure when I looked up at him. I kissed him back, surrendering when he pulled me higher. For a few seconds, he completely controlled my body. I couldn't move, or breathe, until he let me sink back down onto the bed.

“
Thank you for my collar, Sir.”

“
You're welcome. Lay down, arms above your head.”

There
was no panic when he tied my ankles to the foot board. Leather restraints went around my wrists. Two long lengths of rope were slid through through O-rings on both sides of my wrist restraints. He knotted the ends securely around posts in his headboard
.
I held my breath when he pinched my nipples. My head fell forward onto his shoulder when he pinched harder, released the tension, yet fast, over and over-- I clenched down inside as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.

“
How do you really feel about being blindfolded? It's marked
'Maybe'
on your Checklist.”

“
I trust you to blindfold me, Sir. Thank you.”

He
held up a red ball-gag, watching me carefully for my reaction. I kept my tongue down and opened my mouth. It tasted like rubber, but it wasn't unpleasant. I liked rubbing my tongue against it.

Quinn didn't tie the two black straps around the back of my head. He let them trail down onto the pillow underneath me
. A soft black tie was laid over my eyes, the material thick enough that no light came through. I jumped when something closed over my right nipple. A clothespin? The stinging wasn't intense enough... A second one was attached to my left nipple. I saw the silver glint of metal in my head, but the ends didn't cruelly bite into my skin. Rubber-coated nipple clamps. I learned how to moan around the gag when they started vibrating.

“
You won't let it fall.”

There
was no other warning. Searing pain spread through my right thigh. The whimper died soon as I made myself relax. He pinched my left calf harder, but being slightly prepared made all the difference. I breathed in slowly and focused on how my lungs expanded, using the distraction to stay ahead of the pain.

“
So good... I knew you wouldn't let it fall.”

What
he said registered as I slid my tongue over the ball-gag. I knew what the punishment would have been for letting the gag drop down onto the bed. My thigh throbbed from how hard he pinched.               

“
I like knowing when you feel actual pain.” He stroked the outside of my legs and laughed when I flinched. “I left you some nice marks with those floggers yesterday.”

Quinn
loosened the ropes around my ankles so I could bend my knees. My body arched toward him when he turned the clamps on high. The heavy sensations made me writhe, feeling as though I was being raised and lowered on the bed as he turned the dial back and forth.
My clit throbbed as he teased to make the throbbing worse.
He left the clamps vibrating on low, giving me a chance to catch my breath.

Two
cords draped across my breasts, the remotes heavier on the middle of my chest.
I moaned from the sharp pain that made my nipples throb. He pinched the rubber-coated ends again to have them hurt me more. Long moments passed while I struggled to stay still. He removed one, the other a few seconds later.
It hurt so good-!
Blood rushed back to the surface and throbbed, equal amounts of pain and pleasure building with nowhere to go. I let my head fall back and carefully breathed around the ball-gag.

The
clamps vibrated against my side before they stopped. He moved them somewhere and... there was stillness. My hips ground against his when he soothed my left nipple with his tongue. I moaned helplessly when he sucked my right nipple into his mouth, sucking and stroking... But then he was gone.

Smooth
metal vibrated against the inside of my thigh.
A bullet vibrator?
Something small, oval shaped, with a cord that crossed over my hip.
The soft lips around my clit protected me from the hard vibration. He noticed and gently rubbed the toy back and forth. I felt how wet I was, how easily it slid over my skin. My hips jerked forward when the warm metal rested flat against me. The hard vibration immediately made pleasure rise. I slipped into the rhythm that would make me come, but Quinn held me against the bed, his forearm pressed against my lower stomach. My body felt charged with electricity-- I gasped. There was no way for me to ask permission to come! I panicked when my eyes opened. He couldn't see them with the blindfold on, and that was my only other way to communicate how close I was-?!

“
Trying to get away from me again, hm? I know why.”

The
vibration skittered over the tip of my clit and made my g-spot ache for stimulation.
He knew why
, I latched onto what he said. I strained backwards when pleasure became overwhelming.

“
Come now.”

Orgasm
hit and softer vibration made it last longer. I forgot my arms were restrained. All I wanted was to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin as he fucked me, or had me fuck him. I bit into the gag and opened my eyes, feeling a strange sense of dread. Why did he look so surprised? He turned the toy off and moved it aside.

“
What's wrong here?” he asked, an edge to his tone.

Quinn
released the gag, carefully removing it from my mouth. I looked around and the realization hit.
I had taken the blindfold off!?
It was laying across my shoulder, left from where I'd nudged it off.
He laughed and I flinched.

“
I didn't mean to-- I'm so sorry, Sir!”             

He
pinched the inside of my thighs and I grabbed the ropes to keep from moving away. Intense, burning pain! It hurt more than anything else he had done. Each time he pinched, parts of my pain-threshold crumbled and brought me closer to true vulnerability.

“
Thank....”
Ow, ow-- oh fuck-!!
He pinched the skin above my knee and I couldn't breathe until he let go.
I panted, trying to focus through the pain.

“
Stay still.”

“
Yes, Sir,” I forced myself to reply.

The
pain he gave me was bright, flashes of light exploding into deep darkness behind my eyelids. There
was
a way for it to stop. All I had to do was safeword... Something held me back. The seconds ticked by, unfathomably slowly. My nerves screamed, tension rising until I felt I'd choke from it. When he pinched harder, I inhaled slowly and held my breath. Every muscle was frozen from pain and indecision. Like the build toward an orgasm, but more controlled, the edge loomed before me.

Would
punishment make me safeword?
No, not yet. Please...
I tried to focus on other things, but there wasn't anything else. Determination burned and threw me into subspace. Endurance closed around me, strong enough to get me through another few seconds.

When
the air tasted sweet, I knew he had stopped. I was sluggish, my world spinning, but I could feel him cutting through the rope. He laid back down next to me and I managed to press my side against his. His warmth and solid dominance were reviving. Quinn stroked my back and let me drift after I'd gathered energy enough to turn toward him.

“
Finally,” he groaned. “Finally, you gave me a real reason to punish you.”

“
That makes you happy, Sir?” I could feel how fast my heart was still pounding.

“
That was incredibly sexy,” he leaned down to kiss me.

The
pain had been... I laughed, wrapping myself around him.

He
smoothed his hand over my back. “You'll definitely have bruises on the inside of your thighs.”

“
Thank you, Sir,” I grinned at him and kissed the right side of his chest. He didn't stop me from slowly moving lower. 

“
You want to thank me?” he asked, wrapping his hand in my hair.

I
moaned around the shaft of his cock.             

“
Then show me, Clara. Make me come.”

* * *

I
was glad Quinn had me take so much pain for him over the weekend. It left me calm, at least for most of the week. Ben's office had fallen into a frenzy of efficiency. No one loitered around, making small talk while pretending to be working. We almost lost a client and had gotten two in the process of gaining him back. Such fuss over a three-percent increase in royalties. We had revised the contract, soothed the client's inflated ego, and the office was recovering when the new clients contacted us. All of the blustering, the rude e-mailing and texting we sat through, paid off when his friends realized how we'd helped him. Because tension broke Thursday, I didn't feel the need to collapse into bed and sleep soon as I got home.

“
Clara?” Lane called. “You busy?”

“
Nope. What's up?”

“
Do you still safe-call if you're the Dominant one?”

“
What?” I lost everything she said when I saw her. The corset from an outfit I wore to see Quinn looked powerful and dominant on her. Her stiletto heels were six inches high.