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I unfold my arms, giving her silent consent. Her hand leaves my cock and inches up my torso. Her touch on my bare skin makes my gut clench hard.
“My God, Quinn, you have no idea how much I’ve needed this, darling.”
She crawls closer and replaces her hands with her mouth. Her tongue licks greedily at my flesh, then her teeth join in the fun. She’s growing more frenzied by the minute. Behind her, one twin trails a flogger down her back as the other works a hand between her thighs. Her eyes drift shut and she shivers in anticipation. I nod at the flogger bearer and he brings it down hard across her back, then repeats it every five seconds. Delilah’s guttural moans are pure bitch in heat. The pungent scent of her arousal coats the air, and her teeth sink into my pecs as her excitement escalates. She kisses her way up my body to my neck. When she opens her mouth over my pulse, I grab her by the throat. Her pulse beats a frenzied tattoo against my fingers.
“Hickies will get you no cock,” I warn. My voice is a blade of ice.
She shivers and strains against my hold. “Kiss me, please.”
“All in good time.”
She pouts and grabs my face in both hands. Her thumb drifts over my lower lip, the ravenous look in her eyes all-consuming as she jerks through the flogging. “God, you’re so sexy, Quinn. I…think I’m falling in love with you.”
I lift one eyebrow. “The sex is that good?”
Her expression dims. “You know it’s not just the sex. I care about you.”
I believe her. After all, who wouldn’t care about an heir to an unimaginable fortune with a huge experienced cock to boot? She cares enough to have aided and abetted Maxwell in his endeavors, while spreading her legs for younger men whenever his back was turned.
“I know you do, darling. Thank you,” I murmur.
Her face softens, right before she moans as another strike lashes across her back. I let go of her neck and her mouth strains for mine.
In a swift move, I catch her around the waist and flip her beneath me. She gasps in delight and curls her legs around my waist. I reach behind me and snap my fingers. A leather choker is slapped into my palm. I slide it up her skin and she shivers.
“Is that for me, baby?” she asks sultrily.
“Everything in this room is for you. You’re a queen. You deserve it.” I loop the choker around her throat and tie it tight. Her breath truncates and her pupils dilate.
Easy. So fucking easy.
Another snap of my fingers and I receive the ropes. In under a minute she’s secured to the bed. I trail my hand from her throat to her tits. I toy with each globe before sliding lower. Her eyes stay on me, hungry, greedier with each passing second. I slip past the triangle of groomed hair at her crotch and touch her leathery clit.
“Oh, yes!”
I play with her for a minute, then remove my touch. “Not wet enough. Clearly you’re not as pleased to see me as I thought you were.” I remove myself and perch on the side of the bed.
Her head jerks up off the pillow. “No! Please, Quinn. I’m wet. I promise.”
I stretch out beside her and trail my fingers over her cheek. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not offended. It’s been a while for both of us. Why don’t we let Derek and Kyle have a go at that sweet pussy? And I can just…bask in your beauty.”
I don’t need to signal the twins. They’re already buried between her legs. They take turns licking and flogging her pussy. When her eyes begin to roll, I hook my fingers beneath the choker and pull. Her whole body jerks. I take turns pulling and releasing. She climaxes in under a minute. I continue stroking her cheek as Kyle puts on a condom. Before she’s fully recovered, he penetrates her.
“No,” she moans weakly. “I want you, Quinn.”
“You’ll have me. First we need to reward the boys for their beautiful work on you, don’t you think?”
She nods grudgingly, then inhales sharply as the thrusts get harder, rougher. Derek climbs higher up the bed and plays with her nipples. When they’re erect, he clips tiny pegs to the peaks. Then he goes to work with the flogger. A scream rips through her throat with each strike.
“Am I losing you, sweetheart?”
She shakes her head vigorously, her gaze struggling to stay on mine.
“Good.” I lean in closer, brush my nose against her cheek. She turns her head and nuzzles me. “Where does Maxwell think you are tonight?” I ask.
“At…a Women Librarian focus group in Midtown.”
I laugh. “How very naughty of you, abandoning the women like that. And where is the governor tonight?” I press.