My legs spread on his shoulders gave full access, and he took advantage.

His tongue wasn’t shy, swirling around my clit, licking, sucking. Plunging into my wetness, tongue-fucking as if possessed.

It was too much. Too intense. I moaned and whimpered and struggled and wriggled. Little stars shot and fizzled and tormented with every flick of his tongue, every suck of his mouth.

He pressed his tongue so far inside I cried out, wishing it was his c**k buried deep. “Please, master…more…” My body was beyond ready to be claimed, bruised, reawakened into passionate pleasure.

The whip marks heated unbearably, my skin rivered with sweat from the fire, and ni**les screamed for relief. I rocked my h*ps into Q, forcing his tongue deeper, demanding him to be rougher.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, fingers digging into my h*ps as he dragged me closer. His entire face between my legs. He growled as he bit my clit. Not a simple nip—but a full savage bite.

I screamed as my pu**y contracted, thrumming with its own heartbeat. I thrashed, trying to get closer, trying to get away. I want more. I can’t handle more.

My mind broke completely, ruled by the need to come. “Fuck me, Q. Fuck me. I can’t… I can’t stand it.”

He pushed my thighs, and I melted off him. He stood lightning quick as I swung from the ceiling, trembling. My head lolled, and my eyes were too heavy to keep open. I wanted to scissor my legs to find some relief from the torture. Q turned me from rational woman into a craving addict who needed a fix. I needed his cock. I needed my master.

Q captured my jaw; I opened unwilling eyes. “You can’t stand it. Can you?” His sexy five o’ clock shadow glistened from eating me out. I swung forward, wanting to lick him, to clean him. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking him. I wanted to bite his c**k just like he'd bitten me. I wanted it so much, I’d explode if I didn’t get it.

I tried to make sentences form. “I can’t stand the thought of not having you f**k me.”

His eyes snapped closed before he regained control, murmuring, “You’ve submitted completely, and you have no idea what that does to me.”

I had an idea. The same insane, mind-crippling feeling he did to me. If I wasn’t restrained, I’d pounce on him and f**k him till the tingly, urgent, consuming need disappeared. The only problem was, I didn’t think it would ever disappear. And I didn’t want it to.

“Say it again, Tess.” Q let me go, unbuttoning his blazer.

I breathed hard, panting as he ripped the jacket off, dropping it on the floor.

“Fuck me, master. I can’t stand not having you.”

He groaned, kicking off his shoes as he undid his tie. An evil glint entered his eyes. He slid the cream tie in his fingertips, looking at it then back to me.

My heart lurched as he advanced. “Open.”

I shook my head. “No. I won’t be able to breathe.”

“You’ll breathe around it. You can bite down.”

I clamped my mouth, moaning as he forced the tie between my lips, tying it. Once secured, he kissed my gagged mouth, running the tip of his tongue along my bottom lip. “You look incroyable gagged and bound, esclave. I’ll suffer the embarrassment of coming in my trousers every time I think of tonight.”

Stepping back, he stripped. Not bothering to undo buttons, he tore his shirt open. Pings of plastic sounded as buttons flew wild.

My mouth dried, taking in his perfection. His smooth chest, cut with perfect muscles. Sparrows fluttered, inked in blacks and browns, seeming alive with their feathered detail. He undid his belt, then his fly, and stepped from his trousers.

Standing proud with only black boxer-briefs remaining, Q fondled his thick erection while staring. Eyes zeroed in on my nipple clamped br**sts. “Your flesh is so swollen, Tessie.”

I jerked. Tessie. Brax’s nickname for me. Guilt washed over me like a tsunami and I coughed with pain. I betrayed Brax in the worst possible way. I was a disloyal bitch.

Q prowled close, looping fingers though the gag. “What did I say? Why do you hurt?”

I looked down, trying hard to push Brax away. I shouldn’t care, but I did. It was mistake to ask Q to call me by my name. Tess might love the sadistic erotic games with Q, but Tessie… she belonged to a simpler past.

Our eyes locked, and Q seemed to understand. “You don’t like it when I call you that.”

I wished I felt differently but a tear rolled, and I nodded.

He licked the droplet. “I don’t care for Tessie either. You’re mine. My Tess.”

My eyes glazed and I swooned into him. Guilt evaporated and my lust returned a thousand fold. I came to life under his stare.

And he knew it. He pulled his c**k free, wrapping fingers around the thick girth, stroking hard. “Do you like it when I call you that? Mine? All f**king mine.”

I shook my head, just to be troublesome. I couldn’t look away from Q stroking himself. I arched my back, trying to find relief by rubbing tortured ni**les on his chest.

He shuddered, pumping his cock. Reaching with his other hand, he speared two fingers inside, stealing my wetness to smear over the tip, using my lubricant as his own.

I groaned and my body unravelled. My pu**y clutched nothing, needing him inside. Nothing else mattered in the world but having him. I wanted to scream at him to f**k me, but the bloody gag turned my words to moans.

He pressed his c**k against my stomach, hitting me with it. I moaned and thrashed, trying to get closer.

“Put your legs around my hips.” Q held out his arms, ready to catch me.

Finally. Yes. Yes.

I jumped, spreading my legs at the same time, using the binds to hoist myself. I fitted snug against him. His hotness against my wetness. His throbbing c**k so close, it made me insane.

His eyes flashed as I rocked, smearing sensual liquid all over his c**k and balls. He groaned as I thrust unashamedly, providing much needed friction. I could come like this. Humping my master like a dog in heat.

Reaching between us, he pushed me back. Guiding his cock, he angled to meet my entrance.

In one fast move, with hands on my hips, he pulled me onto him. Impaling me completely. His length hit the top of my womb, bruising, stretching. The invasion turned my mind to mush. I went rigid, moaning like the whore I was.

Q’s face darkened with savage lust as he thrust once, fingers stabbing into flesh. “Fuck, my c**k belongs in you.” With one hand, he slapped my breast, activating the clamp to squeeze, sending hurt and spasms of eager dampness between my legs. I wouldn’t last long. Shit, I was so close, I rippled with release already. An orgasm teetered on a knife-edge—sharp and deadly.