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“Yes,” Raelyn breathed. Quinn tightened his grip in her hair and dipped his head so that his lips were nearly touching hers.

She just wanted to feel his mouth on hers, taste him, get lost in him.

The warmth of his breath covered her lips, but he wouldn’t close the gap.

He was teasing. Withholding what he knew she wanted.

She swallowed, eyes fixed on his mouth. “Yes, Quinn.”

The satisfied smirk tugged up the corner of his lips again as he rasped, “That’s my girl.” His mouth came over hers, hard and demanding as he kept his possessive hold of her head through her hair.

Raelyn tangled her fingers in his shirt, pulling him close, but it still wasn’t close enough.

She wanted his body on hers, his skin against her skin, and God , she wanted to feel him moving inside her.

His tongue swept into her mouth, and she let out a needy groan, moving her hips into his.

The feel of her thin cotton panties against the fabric of his athletic pants made her crave more.

She craved the feel of him, his skin, his cock, hard and ready to plunge into her.

Without thought, her hands moved to the waistband of his pants to move them down, but again, he stopped her. Quinn held her hands in his and Raelyn let out a whimper. “Quinn, please… I need you. ”

“Not yet,” he replied in a thick whisper. “Do you trust me?”

Raelyn blinked up to Quinn’s eyes. “Yes. More than anything.” It occurred to her then when he grinned in response that this was the fantasy he’d been referring to earlier.

The one he wouldn’t go into detail about at the stadium.

And she wondered if his careful, calculated distance all day was part of it.

“Lie back on the bed,” Quinn said, nodding behind him toward the large, perfectly made platform bed.

Raelyn obeyed, lying back into the pillows at the head of the bed, and waited for more instructions.

Every nerve in her body was hovering on the edge, waiting for what was coming.

She found that she was still in awe of how easily Quinn could go from calm, easy-going lover to Alpha-dog Sex God and never skip a beat.

She watched as he stepped closer toward the bed, his eyes surveying her nearly-naked body, making goosebumps appear all over her skin.

He pulled out the drawer of his nightstand and retrieved a silky black rope.

Her heart jumped into action at the sight of the rope, and she let out a gasp before her eyes narrowed at him.

Holding up a hand as he read her expression, he explained, “I’ve actually never done this before.

It always sounded like a good idea, but.

..I wouldn’t ask someone to trust me with it if I knew I couldn’t do the same.

” Quinn then climbed onto the bed, straddling Raelyn.

He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. “Arms up, baby.”

Heart pounding in her chest, she let her arms float up over her head so that she could grasp the spindles of the headboard. Quinn proceeded to wrap the rope around her wrists, through the spindles, and back around several times before securing it with an intricate knot.

“That okay?” he asked. “Does it...does it feel okay?”

Raelyn couldn’t help the warmth that spread through her chest at his look of genuine concern but prepared herself for the drastic transformation back into alpha-dog once she assured him the rope wasn’t too tight.

And then the warmth was spreading elsewhere.

The yearning, pleasant ache between her thighs was like a reflex when Quinn looked at her with his cocky one-dimpled grin, as was the involuntary thrust of her hips.

He settled himself between her legs and his palms slid from her tied wrists down her arms, over her breasts.

He dipped his head and took a nipple into his mouth as he caressed the other, brushing the pad of his thumb over the pink tip in smooth circles.

Raelyn reflexively tried to move her hands down, wanting to wrap her fingers in his hair and pull him toward her, but was met with the strong resistance of the rope against the headboard.

She could feel the rope, smooth as it was, bite into her skin.

She gasped and whimpered. Hips thrusted, lifting off the bed to meet Quinn’s.

Oh...oh, yeah, okay. The forced restraint was...satisfying. To say the least. Gratifying? Titillating? Thrilling? Fucking awakening. Raelyn found herself pulling harder against her restraint, enjoying the pleasure mixed with a little pain as the rope rubbed and dug into her wrists.

“You like that?” Quinn grumbled into the soft curve of her breast. He nipped and bit harder than his usual soft nibbles on her skin, and she arched her back, pressing into his mouth as she moaned with pleasure. “Oh fuck, baby. Yeah, that’s right, I knew you liked to play rough.”

One hand slid over her stomach and down into her panties.

He traced a finger along her sex and groaned, feeling what he was doing to her.

He teased her, trailing his finger up and down, and pulling away when she rocked her hips into him.

His palm pressed against her thigh as his fingers returned their light touches, soft, playful taunts that he knew would only be enough to make her crave him more.

“Oh my God, Quinn, please,” Raelyn moaned, once again rolling her hips to demand more.

“Fuck , I love when you say my name,” Quinn groaned. He lifted his head and pressed his mouth to her ear, biting before demanding, “I wanna hear you beg.”

Raelyn pulled against the rope again and moaned, “Please Quinn, I need you so bad.” He was sucking at the indentation where her jaw met her neck, teeth scraping, likely to leave his mark. Fingers still teased and danced around the spot between her thighs where she needed him to be.

“More,” he growled.

She didn’t hesitate to give him what he wanted, “Please Quinn, fuck , I want to feel you inside me.” His fingers trailed up and down.

“Please, baby, I’m here. I’m yours.” Fingertips circled around her clit lightly and he grinded into her, making her feel the length of him pressed into her thigh.

“Take me however you want, Quinn, I just need to feel you.”

He groaned and cursed under his ragged breath.

Sitting up, he hastily peeled off his shirt and pushed down his pants and boxers, kicking them off the bed.

Raelyn looked down at Quinn’s magnificent naked body straddling hers.

His cock was thick and hard and standing at attention for her.

The rope kept her from reaching for it, but she still pulled roughly as though she could break free.

Quinn saw Raelyn’s gaze as she zeroed in on his cock, imagining it filling her up as he pounded into her over and over, making her scream and gasp and shake.

He knelt between her legs and closed a hand around the shaft, sliding his hand up and down, watching her.

She let out a whimper again, wishing she could touch it.

Oh baby , he was good at this teasing game.

She bit her lip as she watched him, eyes flitting from his full cock in his hand to his face.

His eyes were heavy-lidded and glazed with need, and he bit back a groan.

“You want this?”

Raelyn nodded, still biting her lip as she pulled against the rope.

“What was that, babydoll? I didn’t catch that,” he cocked his head as if to hear better.

With an impatient groan, she answered, “Fuck, Quinn, yes.”

His eyebrow twitched and he looped his fingers around the waistband of her panties to pull them down.

He smoothed a palm over her spread thighs as he sunk between them, holding his cock just at her opening.

Just as he’d done with his fingers, he traced her with the head of his cock, up and down, slowly and torturously, pulling just out of reach when she rocked her hips toward him .

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Quinn whispered as he watched himself tease her.

“So fucking perfect.” The hand on her thigh slid up and he brushed his fingers gently over her clit.

Two fingers rubbed either side of that perfectly sensitive spot and she moaned.

The headboard creaked with the tug of the rope.

Quinn leaned in and hovered over her, his mouth to her neck just below her ear. “Tell me, Rae...am I the only one who can make you feel like this? The only one who’s ever made you feel like this?”

“Yes, oh God , yes,” Raelyn moaned as he dipped the head of his cock in ever so slightly.

“And if you ever have a problem, if you’re upset or if you think I’ve done something to hurt you, do you promise to come to me? No one else, baby, you come to me. And we’ll sort it out.”

“Yes, I promise.” She thrusted her hips up to force him inside, but he shoved her back down, pressing her thighs into the mattress.

“One more thing,” Quinn said, eyes glazed over as he looked down at her, inching his way back into her again slowly.

“Okay?” She was practically panting.

“Make sure you scream my name when I finally let you come,” he said darkly, taking his time to watch how her body responded to his words. “I want you hoarse and gasping and begging for more.”

She sighed with relief, smiling blissfully as he rubbed her thighs. She braced herself for the sweet relief of him finally giving in to her. His hands grasped her hips and he plunged into her all at once. She gasped and threw her head back, giving over to him, reveling in his control.

If he wanted her hoarse, he knew how to get it.

He was hard and full and long as he sunk into her again and again and again .

Deep strokes making her feel so full, the roughness making her go wild with him.

Her hips raised to meet him as he pushed in, she cried out and called his name over and over, pulling hard against the restraints around her wrists.