Subfrenzy (the Subfrenzied Series) (6 page)

“
You make that feel really good.”

“
I
make-” Quinn brought my head back down so he could kiss me. A vicious surge of pleasure struck me to the core.

There
was no hesitation when he went for the catch of my strapless black bra. I prepared myself, ready to help- And then it was resting on top of my corset. After removing his shirt, he let it fall behind him on the couch. I stroked my hands across the raised muscles in his firm shoulders, but hearing him undo his belt made me freeze. He made a low growling sound and caught my wrists when I drew my nails down his chest. Everything spun. He took control back, putting me underneath him again. My legs were still wrapped around his waist when my eyes opened. I liked how he looked bracing over me, his lower body pressed so hard against mine that I couldn't move.

His
fingers closed over my arms, but not hard enough to hurt. I held my breath when he sucked my left nipple into his mouth. He rapidly stroked his tongue over the tip until pleasure shivered over my skin. My back arched and held when he rolled my nipples between his fingers. I had moaned instead of asking for more... The opportunity slipped away when he leaned back.

“
Want to move into the bedroom?”

“
After you?” I stood when he did and tried to ignore the trembling in my legs.

When we got to the stairs, I fell behind him to fix my tangled hair. He hadn't seen me slipping out of my skirt on the way to his bedroom.

I was impressed with the handcrafted furniture, a four poster bed, a bureau that was both tall and wide. The walls were light blue, and the long, dark blue curtains over his three windows were drawn.
I leaned against the door frame, paralyzed when I felt him looking at me. His eyes were so dark... My pulse raced when he closed the distance, moving me so that my back was against the wall. I kissed him back, surprised by the warmth that spread throughout my lower body.

Whatever
he saw in my expression made him groan. He lifted me so that I could straddle his waist. My chest rubbed against his as he brought me over to the bed. It felt good, kneeling, while I waited for him to get undressed. Quinn stopped near the edge of his bed when he saw me kneel lower. He had made me feel pleasure already. I wanted to thank him.

“
May I?” I leaned forward on my forearms and looked up at him through my eyelashes.

“
Yes?”

The
head of his cock felt soft, rubbing against my cheek. My lips and tongue were wet as I kissed and licked the head of his cock. His shaft was hard, yet smooth against my lips. Determination burned, helping me sink down to the very base. It almost triggered my gag-reflex, something I really didn't want to happen. I glanced up in time to see his head fall back. Quinn moved his hand to the right side of my neck, curling his fingers around my shoulder. He jerked his hips back, then slowly forward.

I
choked, immediately pulled back when he swore. “Did I hurt you?”

“
That was
really
good.”

“
Oh,” I breathed out in relief. My wrists crossed in front of me when I leaned on my forearms again. “Do you want more?”

“
So fucking sexy...”

His
energy felt like electricity moving over my skin. My eyes closed when I took his cock toward the back of my throat. All I focused on was breathing and not gagging. It wasn't difficult, and I realized he was pulling back when my throat tightened around him. Experienced, indeed. My submissive side was thrilled by the challenge. The way he was breathing let me know how close he was. It surprised me, how much I wanted to feel him come.

Quinn pulled me up so that I had to lean against him for balance. “Lay back. I want to return the favor.”

“
What? You want-”

That
was all I had time to say. He lowered me back onto the bed and spread my legs further apart. I stared at his shoulders as he took my right nipple into his mouth. The hot, wet slide of his tongue made me moan. Patches of my skin cooled, a line of them leading down toward my hipbones.

“
Will you fuck me instead?” I asked, feeling him pressed against my thigh. 

“
That's what you want?”

“
Yes!” I groaned when he lightly pinched my nipples. My eyes closed when he pinched a little harder. “Yes, please...”

“
Can't refuse that.”

The
level of arousal I'd reached had returned and burned through me like fire. If I couldn't come when it physically felt like I had to, I was done trying to learn how. He got up to rummage through his bedside table. For a condom. My last worry was banished. I tried to breathe evenly when he pulled me toward the edge of his bed. He roughly grabbed my hips, the head of his cock pushing at the entrance to my body.

“
Tell me if I'm holding you too hard. I don't want to hurt you.”

“
You won't,” I laughed and arched toward him. “I like the way you touch me.”

When
he thrust forward, I cried out from the pleasure-pain. A strange vulnerability swept over me, but instinct had me push it back. I regretted not following it further. He stayed still long enough that I could feel the warmth of him through the condom. My body adjusted, burning with impatience. I couldn't help squirming when he held my legs open. 

“
You're so tight, so wet...”

“
I'm sorry?” I blushed furiously, all too aware of how much I wanted him.

“
Why?” I held my breath when his cock repeatedly rubbed against my g-spot. “Fuck, you feel good.”

He
let go of my thighs to move me higher on the bed. There was no more pain when he thrust deeper, bracing on his forearms above me. It felt
really
good... I reached backwards and grabbed the edge of a pillow. Quinn bit me again, lower, toward the base of my neck. I stopped being able to speak. Or think. That one had actually hurt. My hips bucked when vulnerability returned, but I didn't push all of it away. When I needed more and writhed against him, he held my hips still to fuck me harder. The bright burst of pleasure left me floating, holding onto him because I was afraid I'd splinter apart.

“
You made me come.” I smiled, happiness strong as arousal. It burned through me again, my body wanting more.

He
looked surprised, but I couldn't concentrate enough to figure out why. “Lay on your side.”

His
thigh was incredibly warm underneath my arm. I reached for the condom, wanting it off so I could take his cock into my mouth.

“
Wait.” He had me move higher, so my head was closer to his shoulder. “I'm not ready to come yet. Not when I know you can again.”

“
You wanted me to lay on my side?”

“
Yes. I still do.”

“
... How?”
I was.

“
Facing away from me.” Hearing his quiet laughter made me blush. “You've never been fucked in this position before?”

“
No.” I brought my arms together and in against my chest. After I arched backwards, the pleasure was heavier, shocking whenever there was hard pressure against my g-spot.

My
pulse raced and my nipples tingled as he teased them with the palm of his hand. I cried out when he rolled my left nipple hard between his fingers. Pleasure grew white-hot, the promise of pain pushing me closer to the edge. Such incredible sensations-! Quinn lightly pinched both of my nipples, slowly adding more pressure. I shivered hard, wanting more than the heavy pleasure that meant it should hurt.

“
You don't feel that?” he asked.

“
Please more...? I'm so close...”

“
That's so fucking sexy-” He breathed in roughly, nearly growling as he exhaled. “I want to feel you come again.”

And
then I did, able to because he fucked me harder, relentlessly stimulating my g-spot. The orgasm crashed through my body with enough intensity to leave me breathless. I pulled my internal muscles tight, using the last of my energy to try and send him over. He was breathing fast, no longer fucking me with any rhythm I could follow. His thighs were hard, braced against the back of my legs. He thrust deep and went completely still. It felt as though he came as intensely, if not harder than I had?

“
Wow,” he slumped back and pulled me into the curve of his body.

Submissive
satisfaction made me smile against his chest. My body ached pleasantly, light aftershocks still hitting randomly.

I
stared at the tangled blanket and rumpled sheets, still pleasure blurry. “Yes... That was 'Wow.'” 

-
Chapter 5
-

~
Clone Your Lover ~

“
O
h
fuck,”
I groaned, gripping the steering wheel. “Did that really just happen?”

Quinn
and I had drifted on the after-haze for a while. As I gathered my clothes, he pulled me back down into bed. It was just as good the second time, even more intense, but because it was I felt even more frustrated by... everything. I didn't think he was offended that I hadn't waited for an invitation, or excuse, before I made excuses of my own to leave. I slept better in the safety of my bedroom, and I knew sleep was something I'd need soon.              

I'd
forgotten to ask about whether or not we'd be meeting up, later in the evening. While I wanted to assume he, too had forgotten, I couldn't be sure. It worried me, how much I wanted to see him again. I turned the radio on to drown out whatever thoughts followed.

It
was winter and everything was bright, not grayed over with the clouds I had expected to see. I liked driving around early in the morning. People were out and around on the weekend, yet my neighborhood was still quiet when I pulled into the driveway. My plan was to sleep until noon if not a little later.

Confused
as the night had left me, my body ached in a really pleasurable way. I could
almost
forgive him for throwing the door to sub frenzy wide open. The energy was slowly gathering, waiting for any hint of vulnerability to take me under. I wanted to schedule a pain session before that happened, though I knew there was a good chance I'd have to fight it off one last time.
One more time
, I had told told myself for the past two years. My night with Quinn had helped bolster my self-control, but there were dents in the mental walls that hadn't been there before. 

I
hastened to silence my phone when it rang. “Quinn? What's up?”

“
Hey, I'm just watching some TV before I pass out. Are you home yet?”

“
Yes, thanks. I got in a few seconds ago.”

“
We're still on for dinner later tonight, right?”

“
So long as that's good by you?”

“
Yes, definitely. I've got a couple of places in mind, but... call me when you wake up. We'll go from there.”

“
It's a plan.”

“
Sleep well, I'll talk to you soon,” he said, his voice warmer than it had been.

“
Good late night, Quinn.”

I
was surprised that the kitchen light was on. Locking the door behind me, I was nervous when Jackie didn't come trotting over.

“
You still on the phone?”

“
Nope. Not anymore.” Tension immediately lifted. Lane was sitting in the den, watching television on the couch. Jackie was comfortably curled at her feet. Her tail wagged lazily, a plume of shiny gold wafting back and forth. She smiled at me and rolled onto her back, sighing contentedly when I sat down and rubbed her belly.  

“
I only finished my paper a little while ago. Besides, you weren't home yet.” It was five-ten in the morning and she still managed to look at me with Psychologist eyes. “Did you have a good time?”

“
Yes.”

“
What's he like?”

“
Quinn's... nice.”

“
Nice?”

“
Yes, I like him a lot.” I looked over when she laughed at me. “What?”

“
You look a little stunned.”

“
Do I?” I blushed, remembering how I'd reacted to him. Quinn had noticed, though he mistook submission for politeness. So long as he liked it? “He was exciting, intuition wasn't wrong.”

“
Did I hear you're meeting up with him again tonight?”

“
Probably, yes.” I smiled, refocusing. “I know you'll be up by noon. Will you wake me up if I'm still sleeping?”

“
Sure, and it sounds like you really impressed him, too. Another date so soon?”

“
I'm not sure
what
that was. Whether it was because I wanted him so much before we even did anything, or if it's because I've been wanting pain so much. It could have been the really incredible pot we smoked together-”

“
You smoked with him?”

“
He had the same kind Tom gets me. It was safe.”

“
I'm sure you were, I'm just surprised you did.” She shook her head, back on track. “Do it all again and see if the same thing happens?”

“
Now that I know he can, I know it will. I've had trouble giving over that much, I've realized. And why.” It was something I wasn't ready to think about yet. “Unless he's someone completely different... I might be over my head.”

Lanie
grinned. “I like him.” 

* * *

I
smelled Quinn's cologne on my sheets before I was even completely awake. My hair still smelled like his cologne. Strange that it didn't bother me. When I stretched, different parts of my body ached. But it felt so, so good...

“
Lazy Saturday, it is,” I mumbled, laughing when Tiny head-nudged me so hard I feared a black eye. “Give me a nice hug before you go.” 

She
rubbed her cheek against mine, nearly flipping upside-down on my chest, and jumped off my bed. It was food time for her. I filled my bathtub and sank into the pear scented water.
Bubbles crackled as I relaxed, the heat turning my skin pink.

Mortification
stung when I mentally re-lived Quinn calling my name before I saw it was him. I flinched, remembering how it felt to walk through his apartment, terrified he would ask for my coat.
If he had connected my outfit with
Rack's
, I didn't want a conversation to start about it. Or, I hadn't. I felt...
I submerged myself underwater. Too much.

The
aching need faded as my lungs screamed for oxygen. I knew better than to fall for someone normal again, no matter how exciting he might be, when I really wanted a Dominant. It wasn't fair to anyone. Water sluiced down my face, drowning me until I tipped my head forward. The air was cold when I breathed in. Self-control was mine again, until I saw my phone.

“
Hi, Clara,” Quinn answered when I called. “One second?”

“
No problem.”

“
My cat was trying to claw her way up the curtain.”

“
You
do
have a cat. I mean, you have a cat?”

“
Uh, yeah. Sasha. She just came out of hiding. Do you have pets?”

“
Yes, three. Technically. I have a cat, then a dog and a cat because of my roommate, Lane. The last two are hers.”

“
That's really cool. Maybe you'll see Sasha later. She's pretty skittish, though.”

“
Mine is, too, around strangers.”
He got major points for liking pets.

“
You share a car, right?”

“
Yes...” but I couldn't remember if Lane had plans.

His pause had me check my phone. “
I'm on my way out to meet with a client, now, actually. It shouldn't take too long. I can come pick you up anytime after three?”

“
Whenever's best for you.”

“
Text me the address?”

“
Sure thing.”

“
I'll call you if my meeting runs late, or when I'm on my way.”

“
Thank you again, Quinn. Drive safe.”

With half an hour before he would arrive, I checked my outfit one last time. It looked fine to me, but I had thought the same thing before I'd left to
Rack's
.

“
How do I look?” I asked, jittery when I got to the living room. “Dinner appropriate?”

Lane
navigated her character to a safe space and paused her first-person shooter game. I could tell by her eyebrows raising that I'd over-exceeded her expectations. The flirty, dark purple cocktail dress fell to the top of my knees. It's V-neckline seemed low, but the fabric remained gathered together and only revealed a modest amount of cleavage. I liked that it made my waist seem smaller than it was.

“
You look really good!” she said, with genuine approval. “But borrow my black stilettos. Your legs will look longer, and those shoes will look really good with that dress. And take the shiny black, rectangular purse. You know where it is.”

“
Not the purse. If I leave it somewhere, you're going to-”

“
You won't. What are you going to do, have him hold your wallet?”

“
No... just, maybe, my I.D and credit card.”

She
snorted. “Come with me.”

“
I only have ten minutes,” I said, checking my phone.

“
That's plenty of time. Your makeup looks great. Light, silvery, not too goth. If I wasn't dressed like this,” she gestured to her faded, plaid pajama pants and over-sized t-shirt, “I'd say I want to meet him, but I can't fix this much damage in ten minutes. He's going to think I'm a slob.”

“
I doubt that. I'm not sure what's going to happen. Or what he wants. Inviting him in might be awkward.”

“
I just want to see what he looks like,” she reassured me. “I really do refuse to meet him like this. In a couple hours, I'll be a brand new me.”

“
What are you up to tonight?”

“
I might go dancing, I'm not sure yet. I'll be away from schoolwork for a while. That's really all that matters.” 

I
read my latest text message. “He's two blocks away. Wow. He got here fast.”

“
How far away does he live from here?”

“
Twenty minutes, give or take.”

“
Good. I drive fast, too.”

We
both heard the sound of a car pulling into our driveway. Lane moved to the side of her window and carefully looked outside. I stayed seated on her bed, checking my phone to make sure it was on.

“
No wonder he got here so fast. That's a fast car. Mr. Polite. He turned it off and got out.”

'I'm
here.'
Quinn's message read.

“
I don't think he got out just because he's nice,” I warned her. “If he wants to say
hi
, Lane...”

“
I'm done studying him, I promise. Have fun, okay?”

He
smiled, immediately pocketing his phone when I locked the door behind me. His suit was a soft, blue-black, made to look casual because he wasn't wearing a tie. I kissed him hello innocently enough, but it went from soft and sweet, to not as sweet almost immediately. 

“
Fuck,” he said quietly, letting his fingers stroke over the back of my neck. “That's what I remember.”

My
body was already tingling. He kissed me once and my mind fogged over in submission? I hadn't smoked anything except cigarettes all day. It was just him and his masculine, reassuring energy.

“
Good afternoon, by the way.”

I got into his car after he held the door open for me. “
Hopefully a good one for you?”

“
It's not been bad. How about yours?”

“
Same. Pretty uneventful.”

Quinn
glanced over at me, slowing down to go through a toll-booth.
“How hungry are you?”

“
I'm good with going back to your place, if you want to unwind a little after work?”

“
Sorry, I meant-- You are? Is that what you want to do?”

“
Whichever,” I shrugged, "I don't mind either way.”

“
None at all, dressed like that?” 

“
I figured you might appreciate something less, um, yesterday, for tonight?”

“
I'm glad my client had to leave early. I almost missed seeing you by your car.”

I
ignored the question in his voice. “I'm really glad we crossed paths again. Thanks for inviting me over.”

“
Okay, honestly? I wasn't able to set a reservation before six, so... we have some time to kill. I'm not actually that hungry yet.”

“
Hunger hasn't kicked in yet for me, either. I'm not usually out of work until five or six, sometimes later.”