Subfrenzy (the Subfrenzied Series) (20 page)

“
Everyone I've talked to said,
'He's buying-,'
not
'He's bidding.'
… Yes! There
is
a damn difference. … Not with that competition. Tony shouldn't risk it. Won't, after Monday.”

His
fingers moved through my hair and sent shivers down my spine. I inhaled and let the aggressive happiness in his voice wash over me.

“
Thank you for the news, man. I'll be keeping an eye on it. That's the make-or-break moment.” His eyes were hard, but bright with controlled excitement. “No problem. If anyone's looking to buy or rent in your area, I refer them to you. … And I appreciate that. Yup. Later, Greg.”

Quinn
rested his phone on top of the couch and accepted the pipe. He sat down, leaning back against the couch's corner so I could curl up next to him.

“
That was good news, Sir?”

“
Yes, very good news. I don't have to revise my business plan for them. I'll research a little more for Monday, but it could be more of a disaster for him than I figured.”

“
If you need help preparing, let me know.”

“
I will. It's mostly a lot of reading. Thank you, though.”

“
Of course, Sir.”

“
All this is good news for you, too. I won't be working nearly as much this weekend.”

“
I'm glad you don't have to, Sir.”

“
Go kneel on the bed- er, don't kneel.” He quickly grabbed my wrist. “You were going to?”

“
Kneeling on the bed won't hurt me, Sir.”

“
What about the floor, in front of the bed?” He grinned when I didn't answer right away. “You do like avoiding certain types of pain.”

“
If it pleases you to have me kneel on the floor, I will, Sir.”

“
I know you would. A real answer now, though. Are you in any pain from before?”

“
Only if I kneel on hard surfaces, Sir.”

“
We can avoid that. Do whatever you need to do. I'm going to get things ready.”

* * *

             
Q
uinn held my chin and looked into my eyes. “Lay down, arms spread so I can see your hands.”

His
fingers slid over the sides of my breasts, though he cupped his hands to avoid my nipples. He made small circles on my skin, other patterns that were too random for me to anticipate. Pleasure was warm instead of frenzied as he teased. My nipples were so hard they ached, but he avoided them, more purposefully after he saw the wetness on my thighs. He brought my legs closer together, smiling when I moaned quietly.

“
Where's your collar?”

“
On the living room table. May I go-”

“
Yes, you should. I'm not going easy on you anymore.”

“
Thank you, Sir.”

He laid down next to me when I got back. “You'll take pleasure and pain as I give it to you.”

“
I wasn't sure if I'd be allowed to wear it all the time-”

“
You can.”

His
forearm over my stomach kept me from moving, and I knew he felt every breath I took. He rhythmically pinched my left nipple, though lightly until the pleasure made me restless. I stretched backwards when he gently rolled the tip against his fingertips. His breath was warm, his lips and tongue warmer when he sucked my other nipple into his mouth. The ache spread to my g-spot and made me want to thrust my hips toward him. My mind blanked over when I looked up at him. His eyes were hard, revealing nothing but unwavering dominance.

“
Bring your legs closer together.” The hard pinch to my inner thigh had me jump. “Now.”

He
thrust two of his fingers inside me. They curled against my g-spot, pushing and rubbing, going still soon as he found the rhythm I craved. I moaned quietly when he slid two of his fingers around my clit.
Th
e
unhurried stroking stopped, then started again. He repeatedly brushed his thumb above the throbbing tip, and when I shuddered, he made small circles around my clit, teasing me with unbearably soft pressure.

“
Stay still,” he warned me. “I know you want to come.”

The
ache raged, refusing to fade away. I grabbed the covers and tried not to scream. His fingers pushed at my g-spot again, but only to expose my clit. He focused on the tip, tormenting me with light, upward strokes. I cried out when he gave me the firmer pressure I needed, but he stopped right as I started getting close.

“
I let you come a lot, don't I?” 

“
Yes, Sir! Thank you for-” he moved his hand to my thigh and my voice wavered. “Thank you for letting me come so much, Sir.”

“
I told you to stay still. What happened?”

“
I'm sorry, Sir.”

“
Did that answer my question?”

“
I moved without permission, Sir.. I'm sorry, I-”

It
was difficult to concentrate with two of his fingers brushing across the entrance to my body. He stroked back and forth, gathering the wetness on his fingertips. My g-spot throbbed, harder when he stopped right before I'd feel the incredible pressure--

“
You're sorry you...” he prompted, moving his hand higher on my inner thigh.

“
That I broke position so many times, Sir.”

“
What kind of answer was that?” Quinn stopped and solidly smacked the inside of my thigh. It happened three more times before he paused to let the pain sink in.

“
I'm sorry I've moved out of position so many times, Sir, and I'm sorry I didn't answer you properly.”

I
turned my hands palms up when he pinched a few inches above my knee. He had done it before, yet never so hard or so many times. I felt the stinging as blood pooled under the surface of my skin. A line of them were spaced upward to the crease of my thigh.

“
Don't cringe. You know I'm not mad.”

“
Please-!” I nearly jumped out of my skin when he traced the soft lips around my clit, up, back down, then again, but more slowly. The sensitivity was maddening. 

His
fingers curled in against my g-spot. “Do you hate when I don't let you come?”'             

So
dangerous,
I subdued my laughter. “No... it's your decision, Sir.”

“
Even if that means you're not going to come tonight?”

“
... Yes, Sir?”

“
That was a question?” He stopped and put his hand on my hip. I stayed still, half-afraid to breathe. “And you're already so wet. This will be difficult for you.”

My
hips jerked when he stroked my clit, exactly as I had wanted him to. His fingers moved faster, only to stop once the white-hot pleasure insisted I come. 

“
Should I restrain your wrists to the bed, or can I trust you not to touch yourself?”

“
I, uh- I'm not going to do that, Sir.”

A
shudder ran down my spine. I couldn't breathe when he slowly spread the unbearably sensitive lips that surrounded my clit. He traced the soft edges until pleasure felt like pain, avoiding everywhere I wanted him to touch me. Each breath I took pushed me closer, closer still. I wanted him to fuck me so much that it hurt-- but I laughed because Quinn's sadistic side was thrilling. When he wrapped his fingers around my neck, I understood.

“
I'm so, so sorry I forgot to put my collar on-” Pressure stopped me from speaking. 

“
That was the end of your punishment.”

“
Thank you, Sir!”

“
Keep your legs spread. You won't forget to wear your collar again, will you?”

“
I won't, Sir.”

“
What time is it?”

Focusing
on the clock helped drive the edge back. “Eleven-thirty-two, Sir.”

He
made sure we were both comfortable before he let the blankets settle around us. Feeling how hard his cock was made new waves of arousal pulse through my body. I couldn't move with his forearm pinning my stomach and hips to the bed.

“
Sleep well, baby.”

“
Sir, I- I will, Sir. You too.”

Two
of his fingers pushed deep inside of me. I clenched down, moaning hard when he gently rubbed my g-spot. The pleasure was fleeting. Seconds ticked by and the tension left his arm. I'd slept with him enough times to know how quickly he drifted off. His breathing was too even for me to hope he would let me come, but he had brought me to the edge so many times... It was maddening, having to stay still when I could come so hard-! My clit strained under his thumb, and I nearly groaned aloud when I remembered how good it felt to have him go down on me-

“
You're supposed to be sleeping,” Quinn said, his voice low and hoarse.

“
I'm sorry, Sir.”

“
Then stop squirming...”

-
Chapter 16
-

~
Sex Bomb ~

M
y mental alarm woke me a little while before Quinn's was set. I burrowed down under the covers and woke him before his went off. It hadn't taken me very long to fall asleep, not once he stopped pretending to be sleeping. He had teased me to the edge again, twice. Once because his fingers curled in harder against my g-spot, and I had clenched down around him. The second time had been because I tried to close my legs around his hand.

“
Good morning,” he said, amusement already heavy in his voice.

“
To you, too, Sir. Did you sleep well?”

“
Yes, very well. Did you?”

“
Yes, but I'm sorry I kept you awake, Sir.”

“
You didn't.” But then he grinned and wrapped his arms around me. “I didn't want to fall asleep right away.”

“
Mmm...” I rolled onto my side, burying my face in a pillow. Desire burned, demanding I relieve the growing ache.

“
How do you feel?”

“
I want you so much... I'm sorry I couldn't keep still for you, Sir.”

“
You'll learn how. I'm going to tie you down later and make sure you do.”

I
was going to implode from frustration.

When t
he doorbell rang, we both jumped. I stared at him, wide-eyed, terrified that his sister had decided to stop by. My collar was around my neck, all sorts of restraints were still attached to his bed-!

“
I'm closing the bedroom door,” he said. “No one's going to bother you.”

It
took a matter of seconds before I had the shower running.

“
It was only a UPS delivery,” Quinn put two cardboard boxes down on his dresser and a tan, rectangular, bulky envelope. “There are a few calls I need to make before we play. Meet me outside when you're done.”

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
Don't... Never mind. I know you won't.”

He
was right. I didn't do anything except take a shower. After I turned the water off, I could hear typing from his office.

“
The reservation tonight is for seven,” he said, knowing I could hear him. “We'll leave here around six?”

“
Whenever you want.”

“
If you get hungry before then, let me know.”

“
I will, Sir.”

His
cable box told me it was only ten. It was a new day and I was relieved that he wouldn't have to be so worried. Quinn buried it, or, perhaps he didn't let himself feel it at all. I winced when a bruise on the inside of my leg rubbed against the couch's edge. Bending my knee, I massaged the itching pain away.

“
Did I leave my phone-? Nope, never mind.”

Sitting
up so quickly to look had my bruises rub over his couch again. …but it hurt so good. When he came into the living room, I saw what he thought I was doing. His eyes were narrowed, so very dark... “One of the bruises hurt for a second, Sir, I wasn't-”

“
The bruises I leave are going to hurt for more than a second. You look really nervous. Why?”             

I
gasped when I went from sitting up to laying down again. He braced over me, one of his legs between mine. 

“
Sir, please-! I wasn't-”

“
I know. Get on the bed. Wait for me, laying on your back.”

The
television was on when I got back into his room, though it was paused on a black screen. I laid down and tried to ignore the things that were spread out around me on the covers. There were three different kinds of toys that I recognized and a couple that I didn't. A fingertip clit vibrator, the nipple clamps, and a navy blue and white g-spot toy.

He
chose the vibrating nipple clamps and a remote for the television. I didn't know what the third object was.
Two thin, straight metal lines connected by a small spring?
I froze when I felt metal pressing down on either side of my clit. The throbbing frustration intensified. My hips twitched when he leaned back. There wasn't any pain, but the pressure left me feel restless for stimulation. My clit stopped twitching, adjusting to the constant pressure of the clamp. Until he stroked the tip with his tongue. There was no pain to help distract me from the smooth, relentlessly slow strokes of wonderful pleasure. Intense arousal took me into deeper levels of submission. Having my arms and legs restrained turned me on, and the restraints were comforting.

When he
got up, only the ropes saved me from thrusting my hips toward him. A DVD went into built-in DVD player in the side of his television. “I'll be back before it gets good.”

My
body throbbed for more pleasure, especially when I saw it was an s/m movie he had started. There was a bondage table and a male Top with a female submissive. He was tough-looking, wearing a black bandanna and jeans with black chaps. His hair was spiky and black, his eyes almost as dark. He wasn't tall, but he was heavy with muscle. I liked how well he moved the pretty submissive around. She was blonde, her hair long and white-gold. Stunning.
He had restrained her arms and ankles with ropes that went around the table's sides.

The
Top attached clamps to his pretty submissive's nipples. She had sky blue eyes, widened because of pain. He stepped out of sight and returned with a high-powered vibrator. It's rounded, white head was wide, but flat enough to keep the submissive from escaping pleasure. He pressed a button on the side, first making it vibrate loudly, then again so the toy made a high buzzing sound. Two, maybe three orgasms in less than five minutes and she wanted more?

“
You like the movie a lot, it seems.”
Water droplets fell on my chest as Quinn dried his hair.

“
Yes, Sir. Thank you very much.”

“
Are you still comfortable?”

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
Good.” He picked up blue and white vibrator, turning it on to see what it could do. There were three modes, slow, medium pulsation, and hard, fast vibration.               

“
I'm really close already, Sir...”

“
Then you'll need to be really careful not to come.”

My
hips pushed toward him when the toy slid inside me, it's rounded head the perfect amount of pressure against my g-spot. He fucked me slowly, before leaving the toy lodged deep inside me. I groaned from the ceaselessly vibrating pressure that kept me on the edge instead of giving me time to calm down.

“
Can you come like this?”

“
I can't, Sir, unless-”             

“
I'll be back to check on you in a few minutes.”

There
was silence, then the lashing sound of a flogger hitting skin. The thuds were dull sounding, but I listened as it's ends whipped through the air, striking with higher-pitched, yet still forceful noises. Every sound the whip made had my nerves feel tighter, pressure gathering deep inside of me. The submissive shrieked when the ends snapped, striking the outside of her legs.
I opened my eyes and saw how red her skin had become. A strange calmness swept over me when I remembered the marks Quinn had left for me at
Rack's
.

By
the time he returned, the submissive was thrashing through her fourth orgasm. He stroked the side of my cheek, letting two of his fingers brush against my bottom lip. I opened my mouth and slowly touched them with my tongue.
Shivers drifted over my skin as my nipple rolled against the inside of his thumb, the edge of his index finger. I moaned when he leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth. He stroked his tongue over the tip and the clamp tightened around my clit. It happened whenever I clenched down inside, though the pleasure didn't last long enough to make me come. I looked up at him and held back the,
'Please'
that repeated, growing louder in my head.

Quinn
turned the fingertip vibrator on. I closed my eyes and shuddered. It took all of the self-control I had to keep my hips from grinding down onto the bed. The clamp was released, though my clit stayed just as swollen and exposed. He moved his finger in small circles, the vibration centering around the tip and underneath.

“
There, huh?”

I
barely heard him, moaning hard and desperately. “Sir,
please
may I come?”

He
held the toy more firmly against me. I had my answer when he stopped. It took longer for the edge to slip away. There was pressure against my g-spot before he pressed the button for mode two. The toy
pulsed slowly, then with hard, short bursts. I forced my hips to stay flat when he slid the end over my clit. 

“
So close, Sir...”

He
hesitated a few seconds too many. I writhed, unable to fight the orgasm back. When he pulled the toy back, all of the pleasure drained away, but I continued to go over the edge. There was a crawling ache deep in my g-spot, the same for behind my clit.

“
Please touch me? Please, Sir, I really can't stay still-”

“
You had a ruined orgasm, baby.”
Quinn cut through the rope that kept my wrists and ankles restrained.

“
A what, Sir?”
The ache pounded through my body, growing unbearable in it's intensity.

“
You've never--?” He breathed in slowly and looked at me, his eyes hard, yet not. “Can you still come?”

“
Yes, Sir! Yes
please-
”

He
pushed the toys aside and held my hips down with his arm across my waist. My hips twitched when he felt my g-spot, swollen against his fingertips. My body felt like I had come, but I still wanted to so much...

“
You took that well,” he said quietly. “Come for me.”

I nearly screamed aloud.
He
curled his fingers and then snapped them upward, hard against my g-spot. It felt like he brought me to the very edge, without giving me the final push that would send me over. 

“
Put your arms back above your head. Stop fighting me. I'm not punishing you for anything.”

One
of my hands was on his arm, the other on his wrist.
He thought I was trying to stop him?
Denial made my jerk my hands back and bring them above my head. I crossed my wrists, keeping my hands flat on the pillow. 

“
What does it feel like when I do this?” He curled his fingers and jerked them upward again.

“
Like I'm going to come, but... Please? Please, Sir?”

“
Yes, you can. Come, Clara.”

He
did it again and I was dragged to the edge, left with no choice but to go over. The orgasm tore through me, but pleasure continued as though it hadn't happened. I screamed and the sound was muffled, leaving me suffocating as he persistently made me come again.

“
Breathe,” he said calmly. “Take another breath.”

Floating
on aftershocks, I wrapped myself around him and listened to his heartbeat.

“
One day, I'm going to find out how many times you can come in a row.”

I
shuddered and my head fell back on his shoulder. “I'm not sure I can, more than that, Sir.”

“
I'm sure you can. But do you want to?”

“
Whatever pleases you, Sir.”

“
Good. You sound better now. I was worried you'd pass out.”

“
... Could that have happened?”

“
If I made you come again, I think you would have. I've never done that before.” I pushed my hips against his when he made the quick, forward motion with his fingers curled toward his palm.              

“
That felt so
good,
Sir
.
”

“
What about the ruined orgasm you had?”

“
When I came, without feeling any pleasure?” I laughed, remembering the intensity. “Was that punishment for something, Sir?”

“
No, I wasn't punishing you for anything. I really didn't mean for that to happen.”

“
I know you aren't cruel.” I grinned at him. “Sadistic, however...”

“
What?” Quinn looked startled before he laughed. “After all that,
what
did you say?”

“
Something I shouldn't have, Sir?”