The sound of her footfalls pulls me from the Blackwood plantation mansion hallway to the present. The only greater good in my immediate future is what I’m planning to do to her in this room.

The larger plan is already taken care of.

My gaze moves over the items on the table. Half of the toys I thought I’d need I’ve discarded. Pure, undiluted chemistry has taken care of the need for extra stimulants. We still have several days to cover, and those items could well come in handy.

For now, Lucky’s body is enough. Just the thought of her supple form and I’m hard as a fucking rock.

I turn from the French windows from where I’ve been staring across the water at the Blackwood mansion. I haven’t set foot in that place in years. For a second, I think of Mrs. Harper. And her disgustingly addictive pancakes.

Footsteps draw near, and my thoughts scatter.

The room I’m in is dark. But the dining room is staged and lit to my specification. She enters, and the inferno in my groin rages higher.

The body chain circles her neck and drapes her figure to perfection. The gold chain fringes that fall over her breasts play peekaboo with her aroused nipples. Lower, another chain circles her waist, with a fringe over her pussy. With each movement beneath the lights, her body glows and highlights her beauty. I grit my teeth against the pounding in my cock.

Added to the edge riding me, I grapple to find control. I force myself to stay put, take several beats before joining her. I stride closer to the doors dividing us and watch as she picks up the note next to her place setting.

Barely an hour ago, I thought tonight would go differently. She wanted to ‘see’ me. I arranged to make it possible. But that was before memories set my blackness on edge. I shouldn’t care about the effect I have on Lucky. But I remember Elly’s reaction the first time she looked into my eyes. I was calm then and she was barely able to look at me.

I’m not calm now.

My hooded gaze tracks Lucky’s movement as she leans forward and lifts the dome off the first ‘dish.’ She’s disappointed to see the blindfold. The twinge in my chest suggests I care about her disappointment.

Curious.

I finger the control in my hand, debate for a second, then press the play button. Her head snaps up at the sound of the familiar music.

And she smiles.

Her fingers caress the piece of silk in her hand, but she doesn’t move to put it on. My rigid cock protests at the delay.

“Is there a reason for your inactivity, Lucky?” I drawl.

She startles, then a trace of hurt crosses her face. She quickly blinks it away. “Hi to you, too.”

“The blindfold, please,” I insist.

She tenses for a second. Then she moves the dish away as instructed and climbs onto the table. She settles on her knees, the dangerously sexy stilettos tucked against her bare ass. Raising her hands, she secures the blindfold in place and rests her hands palm up on her thighs.

I open the French doors, enter the room and take my place at the head of the long banquet table.

“Good evening, Lucky. You look stunning.”

She catches her inner lip between her teeth before she answers. “Thank you. Wish I could see you so I can return the compliment.”

The ploy almost makes me smile. “The night is still young. I could change my mind before we’re through.”

“I…hope you do.”

That little telltale of her wants jars me in an unfamiliar way. A way that makes me want…again…absurdly…to offer her what she desires.

I change the subject. “How were your preparations this afternoon?”

Heat flares into her cheeks but she doesn’t turn away in embarrassment. “They were…different.”

“How do you feel?”

She grimaces. “Can we talk about something else besides my butt, please?”

“No, Lucky. Your…butt is the focal point of tonight’s entertainment.”

Her lips purse and she looks away for a second. “Are you okay?”

The unexpected questions jars. “Am I okay?”

She nods. “You sound a little…off.”

I laugh. “A curious conclusion.”

“Scoff all you want. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I’m just…I don’t want to spend the evening wondering if you’re all right. That’s all.”

“I’m…” I stop when I realize I’m not in the mood to lie. Nor am I willing to have my thoughts recorded on camera. This part will need to be edited out, anyway. “Your concern is noted.”

Another trace of hurt passes over her face. I ignore it and focus on the space between us. She’s too far away.

“Come to me, Lucky. Don’t be afraid, I’ll guide you.”

She takes a breath, then reaches forward. When her palms connect with the surface of the table, she tentatively crawls forward. The chains sway against her body, offering me a view of her beautiful, pink-tipped tits.

Behind the fly of my black pants, my cock engorges and throbs painfully. I squeeze the base to alleviate some of the pressure, and will her closer.

“The second dish is in front of you. Stop…now.”

She pauses and gingerly reaches forward. Her fingers brush the silver dome and she lifts the lid and sets it behind her. Searching, she finds her gift and picks it up. Her head cocks to one side as she investigates. Then her breath hitches.

“Do you know what you’re holding, firecracker?” I murmur.

“Yes, I think so.”

“Turn it on.”

She adjusts her hold and twists the gadget to its first setting. A low hum joins the music.

“Open your legs. Put it in.”

Her lips part on a single pant. Slowly, her knees slide apart on the table. Watching Lucky slide the silver vibrator between her legs, her hips jerking and a full-body shiver gripping her as electricity hits her sensitive folds, is beyond sexy. The cameras are picking up her every move, and I know this is a shot I’ll be replaying for a long time.

“Close your legs. Move a little to your right, and come forward. Don’t let it fall out.”

Another shiver as she traps the vibrator between her pussy lips. Lifting and setting the dinner plate behind her, she crawls forward once more. Her movements are inhibited by the gadget between her legs, and her breath catches whenever the vibrations hit her right.

She’s two thirds of the way to me. I want to surge to my feet, move the last dish out of the way and penetrate her hard, the way I did the second time yesterday. I can’t afford to get carried away. As much as I love fucking her, this production is for a specific purpose. The enjoyment of it, though surprisingly mind-altering, can’t outweigh the end goal.

Her crawl has brought her close enough for me to hear her agitated breathing over the music. Her nipples are hard points and her arms tremble as she stretches forward. The last dish is set in front of me. With admirable accuracy, she finds and lifts the dome.

Her fingers search over the gadget and hot color flares into her cheeks.

“Would you like me to help you with it?”

She swallows hard and shakes her head.

“Make it wet,” I instruct, curbing my disappointment and contenting myself with watching her lick the black butt plug from tip to base.

I shift in my seat and lower my zipper to ease the tight pressure. My cock springs out. I grip it hard, pump it a couple of time, and bite back a groan. I lean forward and move the dishes out of the way, then subside back into my chair. “Turn around. I want to see you put it in.”

Her nostrils quiver in reaction to my command, but she shifts around on her knees until she’s facing away from me. Her hair is hanging in a wavy curtain down her back, the soft lines of her figure flaring to curvy hips, making me itch to get my hands on her once more. My breath locks in my throat as she leans forward on one hand. She widens her stance and I see her perfect little cunt framed around the vibrator.

She starts to edge the butt plug toward her puckered entrance. I surge to my feet and seize her wrist. “I’ve changed my mind. I’ll take care of this part.”

Her breath falls out. She releases the plug and braces both hands on the table.

I set the plug down, unable to resist touching her beautiful skin. My finger traces the delicate line of her spine from nape to tail bone, my blood thrumming at her minute shivers. I palm her ass and squeeze the firm globes, knead her until she moans. I want to reach for her tits, but I’m already leaking, and I’m yet to go anywhere near her back passage. I hook my hand on the underside of her ass and caress her clit with my thumb. Another loud moan rips from her throat.

I flick the vibrator to the second setting and her back arches as pleasure curls through her. “Oooh…”

“Do you like that, firecracker?”

“Hmm…yes.”

Wetness coats my thumb. I trace it up to her butt hole and spread it around. She tenses slightly but relaxes when I don’t apply pressure. I take my time, apply moisture between the two holes. I resist for as long as I can stand, then spread her wide and taste her.

A tiny scream unfurls from her as I rim her with my tongue. I want more of that sound, so I pile on the pleasure. Readjusting my stance, I slip one hand under and between her legs to massage her pussy as I lick her puckered hole. Her whole body shakes.

“Oh God…Q,” she pants.

“Come for me when you’re ready, sweet thing. No permission needed tonight.”

My words seem to open up a wider avenue of pleasure for her. Her body softens even more, her pussy grows wetter and I’m offered her heady deliciousness on a plate.

“Jesus, you’re unbelievable.”

I tune in to her breathing, the jerky roll of her hips, the spasming of her hands on the table. I pick up the plug when I manage to fit the tip of my tongue in her tight channel.

When I feel her on the edge, I give her clit a few hard taps. Her head snaps up, and she gives a loud scream as she climaxes. I ease back and place the plug against her hole. The moment her ride starts to slow, I push it in. She bucks wildly against the pressure, then screams again as it slides home and another orgasm catches the tail wind of the first.

She gushes against my hand, and I nearly lose my mind. I drop my head between her shoulders, momentarily regretting the presence of my mask, and absorb her shudders through the metal barrier.

When she quiets, I remove my hand, coat my dick with her slickness, and arrange her face up on the table. Her breathing is still labored, but I’m done waiting. I pull her forward so her head hangs over the table, and move the chains aside to free her breasts. My stance widens to fit her head between my legs, and I trap her beautiful globes in my hand and slide my cock between her breasts.

 The feeling is exquisite enough to make me pause for a teeth-clenching breath. My reeling senses puzzle what it is about her that fires me up so high. I’ve fucked more women than I can count. Each one, bar one or two, was a pleasure-filled experience. I love pussy. Have done since my very first taste.

Lucky is something else. I sensed the anomaly the moment she lifted her gaze to the camera that first day.

I take a beat to ponder why.

Is it because she is the denouement in this fucked up play? The crowning glory in what I intend to be a rousing victory? Or is she, like my fucked up self, a version of her own anomaly, created to blend with mine?

She knocks my hands, and thoughts, out of the way, and cups her breasts around my cock. I want to berate her impatience, for the control-taking. But I’m too fucking turned on by the move. I stare down at her petite, perfect figure, her creamy skin against my darker one. The sight is unbelievably engrossing enough to draw a tight groan from my throat. I slide my hands down her sides to circle her waist. Using the leverage I pump myself harder, faster. Her moan tells me she loves it. I keep up the pace, feel my balls tighten in readiness for the wild ride to my black bliss. Her hips start to pump, the vibrator still doing its job. I slide one hand between her legs and she’s soaked. My eyes fight the urge to roll as the rush grows more intense. I want to see her body; addicted to her every movement. Her thighs clamp around my hand and she jerks.

“Q!”

“Yes, baby. Let it fly.”

She lets go and the sounds from her throat are the headiest I’ve ever heard. It connects straight to my balls. I pump hard once, twice, then grab her hands and lift them away. Her beautiful breasts are exposed to me. I stagger back, vision blurred, and blow my load all over her tits. The force of the orgasm weakens my legs. I brace one hand on the table and continue to spurt over her body. The sight of my semen on her skin does something to my brain. I want to stain her in it, make it so she’ll never be free of me.

I exhale harshly, my thoughts veering down a road I should leave alone. But the hunger for secrets claws through me. I want to know who Lucky is, what makes Elly tick. I need to know why she’s here beneath me, and why the potential of a million dollars makes her look fearful rather than ecstatic. Why she, a chance face and body in a sea of faces and bodies, has this effect on me.

I want to know everything about this creature.

I decide then, that’s a job for Quinn, not Q.

“I’m going to get a pink diamond for this pussy.” My fingers drift over her lips, eliciting a shudder from her oversensitive body. I rest my touch at the hood of her clit. “Same size, same color as your beautiful clit. I’ll rest it right here.” I ease my caress and she moans through another shiver.

“I don’t like piercings.”

My mouth twitches. “Neither do I. I’ll work something out.” I step back and adjust her on the table so her head isn’t hanging anymore. Bending forward, I place a kiss on her flat belly. “Stay.”

I zip myself up and head to the bathroom next door. I grab a couple of towels, run them under warm water and return to the dining room. Lucky is lying on her side, her lips caught in her teeth as she suppresses a moan.

The sight of her rings all my sexual bells. Loud and hard. Already, I want to fuck her again. I hit the remote to stop the filming and clean her up.

“Q?” Her voice is soft and languid.

“Hmm?”

“Can I take the vibrator out?”

My body is still recovering from my orgasm. I should give her time to recover too. “No. Not yet.” Told you I’m not nice. “But I’ll decrease the vibration.”

I lower the setting and she stops shuddering. “Thank you.”

I stare down at her. My cock is waking up again. I want to fuck her ass, like right now. But her soft body on the hard table also jars. “Would you like me to make you comfortable, Lucky?”

Her nod slides her silky hair over the table. “Yes, please.”

I look around. Tonight’s shoot was set to happen in here. But I can improvise a little. Sliding my hands under her, I pick her up, carry her into the living room and place her on the sofa. There are no lit lamps in here, but there’s enough light spilling from the dining room that I catch her shiver, despite the ambient temperature.

“Are you cold?”

She shrugs. “A little.”

The robe she was instructed to leave outside the dining room door is on the floor. I retrieve it and drape it over her shoulders.

“Would you like a drink?”

She swallows and a tiny moan falls from her lips. “Umm…Q?”

“Yes?”

“The…the vibrator—”

“It stays, firecracker. So does the plug. Drink?”

She nods.

I pour myself a whiskey in the dining room and fix her a light alcohol-based cocktail. From the way she reacted to the champagne on the plane, I can tell she’s a relative lightweight. I don’t want her drunk for the next session.

When she senses me coming toward her, she holds out her hand. She’s mastering adjusting to the deprivation of sight. Were I of the inclination or if I had the time, I would enjoy training her into my little slave. A smile twitches my lips and I choose to keep that morsel away from my firecracker as I place the drink in her hand.

I retreat to the end of the living room and take the armchair by the darkened fireplace.

She takes a sip of her drink, licks her lips. After a moment of silence, her hand drifts up to touch her blindfold.

My release has taken the edge off my savage anger, so I change tactics again.

“Do you still want to see me, Lucky?”

Her body stills. She’s probably trying to work out if it is a trick question. “This isn’t a you-can-see-me-but-then-I’ll-have-to-kill-you scenario, is it?” she ventures tentatively. There’s a throb of anticipation, but there are also many terrible emotions in that question.

“No. It’s far less lethal than that.”

“Then, if you don’t mind.”

I mind. And yet the alien need to give needles me. Enough so I remain silent, sipping my drink while I contemplate the emotion. The last person who triggered a need such as this was—

My thoughts screech to a halt. My inhalation is sharp and ragged enough to make her twitch.

“Umm, we don’t have to do this if you don’t—”

“Take off the blindfold, Lucky.”

I’m aware my voice is a frozen lake she risks falling into if she’s not careful.

“Q—”

“Last chance. The offer expires with your next breath.”

The breath in question catches, locks in her lungs as she contemplates the icy danger beneath her feet. Seconds tick by. Her free hand slowly creeps up to the back of her head.

I’m curiously anticipatory. Hell, my pulse is elevated in a non-sexual way, another peculiar first.

She releases the catch and draws the blindfold away from her face. Her beautiful green eyes blink and I realize I’ve missed seeing them. Not that I can see them to my satisfaction in the near dark room.

The moment her sight acclimatizes, she finds me. I know she only has the faintest impression of me, that my black pants will be near invisible, my unbuttoned white shirt marginally so. All the same sensation crawls over my sprawled body as her gaze pierces me in the dark.

“Lucky.”

She exhales in a burst of air, as if my saying her name has set her free. “Hi. Nice to meet you.”

I smirk cruelly. “Is it?”

Her laugh is a touch nervous, and her gaze searches harder in the dark. “Definitely. I was beginning to think you were a figment of my imagination.”

“Do all your imaginary men fuck you the way I do?”

The glass wobbles in her hand. Her gaze lowers and I imagine I see her face redden. But she doesn’t answer. I’m mildly stunned by the searing need to know.

“Answer me, firecracker.”

Her lids rise. “You’re my first imaginary man.”

Unsatisfactory. And yet not. I want to applaud the clever answer. I also want to punish her for it. “You’re no longer wearing the blindfold. Do you not believe that I’m flesh and blood?”

“I know you’re in the room with me. But your face…your voice… You’re still a mystery.”

“There’s a price to pay for being too curious. Are you willing to risk it?”

A shiver passes through her. I’m not sure whether it’s the effect of the device still wedged between her legs, or my answer. Either way, it’s vaguely stimulating, this game we’re playing.

She takes a large sip of her drink, licks her lips before lowering the glass. “No. But I think you are.”

Kitten-strength talons of surprise hook into me. Their presence isn’t disturbing, but they’ve grabbed my attention. “Is that an attempt to reverse-psych me, sweet thing?”

She shakes her head. “No. I’m just going on what I feel.”

“And what is it exactly you feel?”

“You’re…getting off on this. Your privacy is extremely important to you, but so is the danger. You can probably go through this without letting me see you, but I don’t think you’ll be totally satisfied with that.”

“Why do you think that is?”

A shrug lifts one shoulder. “I don’t know. But what I do know is that I don’t take risks unless I have to. So whatever secret you’re keeping, it’s safe with me. I…don’t think the price you’re talking about includes hurting me—”

“You willing to bet the farm on that?”

One corner of her plump mouth lifts. I want to kiss it. Why haven’t I kissed her yet?

“I don’t have a farm to bet. And you could probably prove me wrong. Are you going to?” Her jaw is thrust out in challenge.

My mouth twitches. So small. So fierce. “No, firecracker. Physical abuse doesn’t turn me on.”

She exhales. “Then, yes, I want to see you, and you have my word I won’t tell anyone.”

I reach for the controls that I always have at hand. My finger finds the appropriate button and tiny beams of yellow light overhead transform the room from near darkness to twilight gloom.

Leaning forward, I place my elbows on my knees and capture her gaze.

“Can you see me now?”