Seducing Sarah (15 page)

If she wasn’t desirable they wouldn’t have done that, right?

“It wasn’t me.” Her eyes filled with tears as the truth of the words flowed through her. It was such a stunning revelation. Her friends had all tried to tell her that but the words weren’t nearly as effective as physical proof was.

The problem wasn’t with her it was with
who
. If what her fiancé claimed was true, if she just wasn’t sexy enough to hold a man’s interest, then she wouldn’t have guys walking away from her with obvious hard-ons. There was nothing wrong with her.

Her ex-fiancé was just a cheating ass.

“Move along now.” Master Q scowled at the young man who now stood shyly at her elbow. He glanced at Sarah and smiled before scurrying away.

She arched her back and hummed, enjoying how warm and loose her muscles felt. Master Q’s eyes followed every movement she made.

“Are you ready to talk now?”

When she nodded, he moved closer. She watched with greedy eyes as he strolled over to stand next to her, his muscles rolling beneath the tight cotton of his tee shirt. She loved the way he was built, the wide shoulders that made carrying her seem like child’s play, the heavily muscled arms and the tight abs she knew were hiding under his shirt. If she was honest with herself, she was hot for him on any given day but after being teased, tortured and held on the edge of climax for the past hour, she was willing to do anything, say anything he wanted.

“Yes, yes, just touch me.”

He skimmed a hand up her belly and cupped her breast. She held her breath, waiting for him to pinch her nipple or something. Anything!

“Tell me what you said to Veronica.” He circled the opening to her pussy, not pushing inside her, just hovering there. She squirmed, trying to push herself further down so his fingers would enter her.

“Tell me about Mistress Rain. If you tell me about her then I’ll tell you what I said,” she huffed. It wasn’t easy to negotiate when she was poised on the edge of another orgasm. But something made her ask the question. If she was going to be forced to bare her soul, he should have to do the same.

He flicked her clit and she gritted her teeth against the wave of pleasure it sent rippling across her skin. Everything was sensitive, her senses were perfectly attuned to his touch. Even his breathing was turning her on.

“That’s what you want to know? She’s just an old girlfriend. That’s been over for ages.” He didn’t look at her as he said it.

She glared at him. “That’s not what I mean and you know it. Anyone with eyes can tell you two were once involved. I want to know why it ended.”

He leaned down until he was so close she could feel his breath against her cheek. “It ended because I wasn’t the one she really wanted. She wanted Dom and she used me to get to him. Ironically enough, I was the one who suggested a ménage. Imagine my surprise when they started without me one day.”

Sarah looked up into his eyes, surprised to find them devoid of emotion. He could have been talking about the weather or the exchange rate for all he seemed to care.

“It’s hard to believe that Dominic would do that. He doesn’t seem like the type who would do that to a friend.”

Master Q looked at her then. “I never blamed Dom. She told him that I was on my way and wanted them to get started without me. I blame myself more than anything. I have a knack for falling for women who are already in love with someone else.”

He thrust two fingers into her pussy and she cried out. He kept his fingers still, not thrusting, not moving until she quieted a few moments later. “Now, it’s your turn. She said you were imagining someone. Someone you wished was your boyfriend. Who is he? He’s not your ex-fiancé is he?”

She panted, so aroused that even the slightest movement would probably set her off. “How did you know about Ian?”

He pumped once and she moaned and clenched around his fingers. “Sarah! Tell me who it is.”

“Oh god, it’s no one you know,” she moaned. “It’s my boss. Quinn Sanders.”

He slammed his fingers all the way in and she climaxed instantly. He wished in that moment that he could get his cock out, sink into her. He wanted to feel her walls tightening around him when she finally acknowledged who he was. Once she stopped shuddering he gripped her chin and forced her to look at him.

“Say it again, Sarah.” He nipped her bottom lip and she opened her eyes.
“Say my name.”

Her eyes widened when he reached up and pulled the thin strip of leather covering his face off.

“Master Q?” She squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again. “Quinn?” Her whisper was so low he almost didn’t hear it.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.” He hurriedly unfastened the restraints at her arms and legs. When she tried to stand, she slumped against him so he swung her up in his arms. Luckily no one stopped him as he carried her back to his room in the instructor’s wing. A teacher carrying a naked female was par for the course around here.

Once they reached his room, she pushed away from him and raced over to the bed. She yanked the top sheet out and wrapped it around herself. As if that would protect her.

“Don’t do this, Sarah. I can already see that you’re trying to withdraw.” He pointed at the sheet she clutched between her breasts. “I’ve already seen everything beneath it and I will see it again, believe me.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You think you have it all worked out, huh? So how did you figure out where I was going? Did I leave something on my desk one night? You figured you could follow me here and see just how slutty your paralegal could be.” Her voice was nonchalant but the tears in her eyes told him just how hurt she was.

“No, Madame X called me. She recognized my name from the employer line on your application.”

Sarah nodded wearily. “Great, so I guess confidentiality was too much to hope for.”

He knelt in front of her, ignoring the way she stiffened. “She was trying to figure out if I was the one who referred you. It seemed like a huge coincidence that you just happen to work for one of the founding teachers of the school. It was a logical assumption on her part. Imagine my surprise to find out the woman I’ve been wanting all this time had signed up to come here. When she was supposed to be with her fiancé.” He gave her a pointed look.

She shrugged. “Okay, so maybe I wasn’t completely honest either but that was different. What happened with Ian was so humiliating. What was I going to say? Hey bossman, my fiancé thinks I’m crap in bed so he boinked someone else and laughed about it to my face. I couldn’t tell you that.” Her shoulders slumped.

“That wasn’t what I wanted you to say. I wanted you to say - Quinn, I dumped this scrawny limpdick because I’ve been secretly fantasizing about you.”

She laughed and then seemed to catch herself. “Quinn, this is serious. Can you not see how truly
fucked up
this whole thing is. What are people going to say? You’re my
boss
.”

He stood. “Okay, then you’re fired.”

She jumped up. “What? You can’t just fire me!”

“Sure I can. Then I can call my buddy who specializes in divorce litigation and ask him if he minds giving you a job until you can find something else.” He pulled her up until she was on tiptoes and looked her in the eyes.

“Do you want to be with me, Sarah? Not Master Q but the real me. The boring, anti-social estate lawyer. I’m in love with you. I’m not the most exciting man but I’ll never hurt you. Unless you took a liking to that flogger, that is.”

She stood on tiptoe and kissed him, her arms coming around his shoulders and holding on tight. “That’s who I’ve wanted all along. I love you, too.” She stroked his hair gently and then gripped the short strands. “And you are not boring. But wait, if you’re here then who was that answering your phone?”

He cocked his head to the side. “My phone? My phone is in my bag.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you brought your Blackberry to a sex retreat? That’s taking workaholic to a whole new level.”

He laughed. “I did not bring my Blackberry. I only use the Blackberry for clients. I left anything remotely work-related back at my condo.” Comprehension dawned on his face. “Where my younger brother is currently crashing. He must have answered my phone. Why would he answer my phone? I’m going to kick his ass.”

“Quinn! He probably forgot where he was. It was really early when I called.” She looked up at him, joy shining in her eyes. “I’m just really glad you’re here with me.”

He rested his forehead against hers and held her close. “I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you.” He picked her up and carried her over to the writing desk in the corner.

“In fact, you and I are going to redo some of your entrance paperwork. This time you are going to answer my questions truthfully. No more lies.”

She nodded silently as he pulled out a sheet of paper with a bunch of check boxes on it. It was the same survey included in the welcome packet. The first time she’d filled it out she hadn’t been sure how to answer most of the questions. So she’d just checked a few things and left the rest blank.

He pulled out a pencil from the desk drawer and handed it to her. “Write down everything you’ve seen so far that has turned you on.”

CHAPTER XIII

“ARE YOU FINISHED?” MASTER Q watched her from beneath lowered lids. Sarah shrugged but her pencil hovered over the boxes for “domination/submission” and “exhibitionism - being watched”. She’d never considered herself particularly adventurous but she couldn’t help wondering if that was more a product of circumstance. She’d never felt safe to try anything different so she never had.

Now she actually could.

“If you want to try something, you need to let me know.” His breath wafted over the bare skin of her neck. She shuddered and scratched an X on the appropriate boxes before she could change her mind. Her hand shook when she put her pencil down.

He looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Excellent. It seems I know you as well as I think I do. I just sent Dom and Veronica a message. They are going to help me with your next punishment.”

She hopped up, mindful of the long sheet that was still trailing around her legs. “Punishment? But I thought we got past all that. I mean, I love you.”

He stooped down until he was at her eye level. “I know and I still can’t believe I’m this lucky. I love you, too. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to paddle that ass and then fuck it. And you are going to love every minute of it.”

Sarah shivered.
Well, when he put it that way
…

There was a quick knock at the door before Dom entered with Veronica trailing behind. Sarah’s eyes bugged out when she saw what the other girl was wearing. Or not wearing. Her outfit, if it could be called that, looked like a single ribbon wound around her body. The ends looped through a fitted black collar around her neck. Dom carried them in his hand like a leash.

What the hell did I just sign up for?
She panted a few times but calmed considerably when Veronica met her eyes and winked. Clearly she wasn’t in any pain or being hurt or debased. Quinn loved her and she had to trust him not to do anything that would truly be abhorrent to her. She looked at him over her shoulder and everything inside her softened.

He loves me. This incredible man loves me.

“Get on your knees next to Veronica. Dom and I need to figure out the best way to punish you two for your collusion this afternoon.”

“Collusion?” Sarah whispered.

Veronica, already on her knees, pushed back on her arms poking her ass towards Dom. He leaned down and smacked one cheek and she smiled at him saucily. “He means when we tricked them into finding you down in the basement all tied up.”

Quinn turned and glared at her so Sarah hurriedly dropped to her knees. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to ditch the sheet or not, so she just pushed it to the side. The cool air of the room flowed over her making her aware of just how very naked she was.

“Master Q has asked us to participate in a training session, Veronica. We are going to demonstrate the joys of anal sex and I am going to take your punishment out of this nice, tight ass I enjoy so much. You’ll let Ms. Caldwell watch so she can see how it’s done and how pleasurable it can be.”