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  Her arms rested lightly on his shoulders. She could see all of him and the spot between her legs that was oh-so ready for him. She felt his cock under her, felt it quiver as she moved, felt it rest, warm and velvety, against her opening. Oh God, would he never slide it into her? Her breath came in short pants and moans.

  At last, when she could almost bear the wait no longer, he let go of her leg, grasped one cheek of her ass and pushed his fingers into her crack, where he began a rhythmic, squeezing massage. She writhed on his legs, unable to move more than an inch or so, held fast by the infiltrating fingers. His free hand cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple until it pebbled, hard and aching. His lips curved in a slow, languorous smile of pleasure and domination as he watched her squirm.

  “Is that good?” he asked. “Is that what you want?”

  “I want—”

  “Me to take my hand away?” He edged his fingers a half inch out of the crack of her ass cheeks.

  “No,” she groaned and clenched her buttocks together to keep his fingers in place.

  “What then?”

  “Touch me—”

  “Where? Here?”

  He curved his hand ‘round her breast and sucked on her jutting nipple.

  She gave a small cry as the electric heat snaked from her breast to the spot between her legs. “Yes. No—”

  “Or this?”

  He let go of her breast and moved his hand between her legs. She lifted slightly in an attempt to give him more access to her throbbing, dripping core. “Yes. More.

  Please,” she gasped.

  “That’s what I like to hear.”

  He shifted her weight to allow his cock to slither between her thighs. The wonderful, huge hardness of his penis rested on the back of his hand, the tip oozing pearly liquid on her belly. His fingers, hidden from sight by his cock, wriggled their way deeper into her until some were inside her. How many? Two? Three? Four?

  “That’s three fingers,” he murmured, as if reading her mind. “But I think I’m bigger than that, wouldn’t you say?”

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  She glanced down. His cock bobbed enticingly as he moved and she encircled it with curved fingers, lifting it away from them. “I would say so.” Her voice caught in her throat as he massaged her exposed clit with his thumb.

  “I want to stretch you, feel every tiny part of you inside,” he whispered against her cheek.

  She closed her eyes and sucked in her breath as the pressure built inside her. The muscles at the entrance to her opening clenched, grasping his fingers more tightly.

  “Already?” he said. “I had more plans for you.”

  He pulled his fingers from her cunt and ass and seized her hips, lifting her a few inches, his hands holding her like steel bands. He positioned her wide-open pussy over his seeking cock, then rammed it hard into her just as the waves came over her, rushing from between her legs into her abdomen. Her vagina clutched his penis in a paroxysm of delight and he threw back his head and shouted as his own orgasm took hold of him.

  Elaine lay against his chest, waiting for her heart to stop its thundering against her ribs. She moved her lips to his neck and found his pulse beating hard and steady. His skin was warm under her cheek and she bent her head to touch his hard nipple with the tip of her tongue. Quinn made an appreciative noise in his throat and pushed her hair back with one hand. He tilted her chin toward him. His mouth brushed hers.

  “Did I say I was happy to stay?” he whispered.

  “I think you did.”

  She moved, suddenly conscious of a cool draft down her back and the cold tiles under her knees. She giggled. “I haven’t done anything like this for years—”

  “Did you like it?”

  She refused to play coy. “I loved it.”

  “Do you want more?”

  She took a deep breath. “Yes.”

  “Then more you shall have, my sweet.” His hands traced the curve of her ass, propped on his knees. “Much more. As much as you want.”

  Her mouth went dry and she felt the warm blush flood her cheeks.

  “We have time enough before the mirror opens up again.” His voice was low, husky with desire.

  Before the mirror opens up again. Before she lost him, probably for good.

  She pushed herself away from him. “Come with me.” She took his hand.

  They left their few remnants of clothing strewn on the kitchen floor as she led him to the stairs.

  “Where?”

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  “My bedroom of course. The kitchen floor is cold.” She reached the landing and turned to face him. His arms slid around her waist and she felt his cock stir against her belly.

  She kissed him. “This way.” Turning, she pushed open her bedroom door to reveal the bed, tousled by her dreams.

  “I’ve never done it in a bed.”

  She stopped in surprise and felt him against her back. His arms went around her.

  One of his hands cupped her breast while the other crept down between her legs. She stiffened and trembled as he touched her.

  “What?” She laughed in surprise.

  He spoke against her neck, nibbling and licking her ear. “Well brought up young ladies were never alone with me. In any case, I preferred serving girls and dairymaids.

  Very beautiful and generous they were, and much more honest. But straw mats and shady nooks were all we had for our meetings.” He lifted her hair and kissed the nape of her neck. “Nonetheless, they taught me well.”

  “So now you have a bed.”

  “It will feel strange to me.”

  She shivered in anticipation and turned to face him, her hands on his forearms.

  Gently but firmly she steered him around until his legs pressed against the bed. “Let’s take it gradually,” she said and pressed her hands on his shoulders until he sat on the edge of the unmade bed.

  “Show me what you know,” she said.

  This had to be the ultimate fantasy, she thought as he gave her a devilish grin. Her very own captive fantasy hero, in her bedroom, offering to pleasure her as much as she wanted.

  Quinn placed her hands on his shoulders and nudged her legs apart with his knees.

  “What do I know?” he repeated. “I know that women like to be stroked—” He let his fingers flutter down her side, barely brushing her breast, skimming her hip.

  “Sometimes they like a little pain—” He tugged at her nipple, just enough to make her give a sharp cry. “Sometimes they like to be tied up—” Warm liquid oozed from between her legs, bathing her already-moist thighs.

  She flung back her head and tried to move, but Quinn was too fast for her and held her hips in hard hands. “Maybe we’ll do that next. Right now—”

  He fell back onto the bed, pulling her with him so she lay on his chest and thighs.

  “Hmm,” he said, wriggling down a little. “This is nice. I could like this. Spoil me for my haystacks and gamekeepers’ huts, it will.”

  She felt a stab of jealousy at the casual reference to future dalliance with other women. “Maybe I won’t let you go,” she said. “Maybe I’m the only one who can guide anything through the mirror. I could keep you here to work for me and to—”

  “Pleasure you at your command?”

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  As he spoke, a thrust of his hips rolled her onto her back and he pinned her wrists over her head. He knelt beside her, still holding her arms in a steel grip. “Maybe it could be the reverse. I could run your stable and keep you tied to the bed as my love slave. Would you like that?”

  Oh God, what could she say? She struggled against him, but he would not relax his hold on her.

  “It works both ways, doesn’t it?” he said. “Neither of us owns the other, but we will do as the other says to heighten our own pleasure. Agreed?”

  “Agreed.” Her voice was faint. If only he would thrust that cock insid
e her again, relieve the ache in her lower abdomen, let her ride him to oblivion, she would do whatever he asked.

  He shifted his position, then stilled. She turned her head to see where he was looking. His gaze was fixed on the curved pink plastic dildo on her bedside table. There was no mistaking its purpose and use. He let go of her arms and placed one hand on her abdomen to keep her in place. He picked up the vibrator, running his fingers along its length, lingering on the rough simulation of folds.

  “My, my, where did this come from?”

  “My friend, Maggie. She gives me toys—”

  “A good friend indeed.”

  His thumb found the switch and it began to vibrate gently. “Intriguing. Another wonder.” He switched it to full power and then back to the lowest setting. He turned back to her. “Do you use this?”

  She nodded. “Once,” she croaked. “Only once.” What on Earth did it matter how many times she’d done it? His fingers on her bare flesh were burning holes into her. She moved her hips, inviting him to touch.

  “A fine toy,” he whispered. “Show me how it works.”

  She shook her head, meaning to protest that she wanted him, not a mechanical substitute.

  “Oh yes, I want to see you use it. By the time you’ve finished I’ll be ready to fuck you again.”

  His cock was already swelling, rising up from a nest of dark hair against his naked belly.

  “Or maybe I have a better idea. I’ll put it in you and control it. Then I can use my fingers all over you and you can—”

  “Suck you.” She had no idea where the words came from, she only knew that as soon as she said them she could hardly wait to take him in her mouth while he slid the vibrator into her and out again in a delicious rhythm.

  He smiled widely. “I couldn’t have put it better myself. Now, open those lovely legs nice and wide.”

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  His hands caressed her from her hips to her calves. Although he was no longer holding her, she still held her arms above her head and spread her thighs, watching him as he positioned the dildo close to her opening. It gave off a faint hum as it vibrated.

  The expression on his face was half serious, half devilish as his glance flicked from her wide-open cunt to her face, watching her as he gently inserted the tip of the vibrator.

  She couldn’t hold back a gasp as it slid inside her. He held the dildo with one hand and with the other began to stroke her breasts, nipping and plucking at her nipples. She slid down in the bed, raising her knees so the tip of the vibrator reached deeper into her sensitized core. Her face was on a level with his penis, and he rose up on his knees and bent over her, bringing the shining end of his cock to her lips. She took him in her mouth.

  Elaine lost all sense of time as she sank into a storm of sensations. Quinn wielded the dildo inside her, now fast, now slow, now lingering deep within, now teasing her with withdrawal and gently rubbing the lips of her opening. At the same time his other hand and his mouth were all over her, plucking, stroking, nipping and sucking. Her whole body was on fire as waves of exquisite pleasure snaked along her nerve ends, all culminating in that core of fire deep inside her. The dildo stroked her passage, shivering against quivering flesh, nudging the far reaches of her vagina, creating waves of pleasure so intense she thought she might faint.

  Totally mindless, all her thoughts banished and all her feelings concentrated on what he was doing to her, she uttered inarticulate sounds as he drove her wild and his cock swelled and stretched in her mouth. Drawing back her head as far as she could, she held him between her teeth, tracing the outline of the weeping slit with her tongue.

  The salty tang of his semen made her want more of him. She opened her jaws wide, as wide as she opened her legs and he thrust inside her, claiming her with the dildo he controlled and with his own flesh. She felt the tip of his penis bump against the back of her throat and the trickle of his cum on her tongue.

  Pinned to the bed by his cock in her mouth and her own dildo between her legs, she gave herself over entirely to the demands of her body. The dull ache between her legs became a sweet pain and she bucked and twisted under his hands. At that moment Quinn’s thumb found her clit and exercised a gentle pressure on the tiny nub.

  Impossible as it seemed, more shards of fire flashed through her, centering on the spot where his fingers massaged and teased.

  She drew in a deep breath and he eased his cock from her mouth, allowing her to moan aloud. He positioned himself to watch her as he spread her pussy lips with his free hand, baring her clit. He pushed the dildo deep inside her once again and at the same time squeezed the nub of her clit, bringing her to a shattering climax as she screamed and broke into a thousand pieces.

  Through half-closed eyes she saw Quinn lay aside the vibrator. Her body throbbed and tingled and she felt weak, boneless. He let her lie still for a few moments as she recovered her breath, all the time stroking her, showering kisses on her face and breasts.

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  As her breathing slowed, he lowered himself to nuzzle her belly button, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. To her surprise, the ache started again between her legs. She would break in two if he made her come again.

  “No more.” Did she mean it, or was she wanting him to overrule her yet again?

  “Of course, more,” he growled. “It’s my turn, or hadn’t you noticed?”

  He guided her hand to his cock. “This will be beautiful,” he said. “Slow and lovely, my sweet. We’ll save some of the other games for later. Put me inside you.”

  He positioned himself between her spread knees. She opened her pussy lips with one hand and guided him into her. He gave a great sigh as his engorged penis slid deep into her.

  He was true to his word. He fucked her gently, easing his cock into her, starting a slow, intoxicating rhythm that forced her to move her hips in the same cadence. She felt his every tiny movement inside her, touching and massaging the secret places that led to her core. He fastened his lips on hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth, stroking the sensitive skin inside, crushing her under him.

  She gave herself up entirely to what he wanted. The throb grew between her legs, spreading into her belly, demanding release. She felt him convulse and stiffen and then the hot spurt of his seed deep against her womb as her thighs tightened around him and she lost herself in her third incredible orgasm.

  Elaine lay with closed eyes and swallowed hard, waiting for her racing pulse to resume its normal rhythm. She felt the pounding of Quinn’s heart on her chest. Their two heartbeats synchronized and meshed as if they were one body. Gradually their breathing slowed.

  She ran her hands over his back, feeling the lines of the thin white scars. “Who did this to you?” she whispered against his ear. He moved his head slightly and his hair brushed her sensitive nipple, making her quiver.

  He was silent for a long moment and she feared he was angry at her prying question. She’d felt so close to him it had seemed natural to ask, but—

  He drew in a deep breath. “My father.”

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  Chapter Four

  Oh my God. What kind of father was it who beat his son to mark him for life and then shipped him off halfway around the world?

  Quinn raised himself on one hand and looked down at her. “It was usually a horsewhip,” he said. “Sometimes a cane.”

  Elaine winced at the thought of the switch cutting into young flesh. “But why?”

  “All kinds of reasons. For what I did, for what I didn’t do… Sins of omission and commission, you could say.”

  She smoothed the lock of hair from his forehead and stroked his cheek. He turned his face to kiss her fingers. “Eventually I decided that since he would beat me anyway, it didn’t matter much what I did.”

  “He sent you away—”

  Quinn nodded. “Margaret is ten years older and always used to look after me when she coul
d. When she arrived in Canada, Father decided he could get rid of me and all my problems in one fell swoop. Not exactly cutting me off completely, but keeping me a long way from home. Father is a good politician. So here I am—or rather here I was.”

  He gave a short bark of a laugh.

  Elaine’s fingers dropped to his shoulder and she felt the smooth curve of his muscles. “Here you are indeed,” she murmured.

  He bent lower and touched her mouth with his lips. “Where were we?” he whispered.

  Her insides melted again and she felt the answering spark between her thighs.

  Surely he couldn’t bring her to orgasm yet again? It seemed as if he might have a darn good try. She smiled at the growing pressure of his mouth while his hand sought her breast.

  Suddenly she heard girls’ voices from outside, and the sound of feet on the wooden steps of the porch.

  In a reflex she ducked under Quinn’s arm and shot out of bed.

  “Hallo-o, Mrs. Christie,” someone called. “Are you there?”

  She poked her head ‘round the bedroom door. “I’m upstairs, Shelly. What are you doing here?”

  “We’ve finished our exams. No school. So Marnie and I thought we could help.

  Shall we start in the stable?”

  The girls came to help most Saturdays and any other time they were free.

  “Yes, yes, please do. I’ll be down in a moment.”

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  “No rush. We’re cool.”

  The murmur of voices faded with the sound of their footsteps.

  She turned back to Quinn. He lay on his back on the bed, one arm behind his head, his eyes on her, open invitation in his gaze. She refused to think of joining him. She found underwear in her drawer, opened the closet and grabbed for a shirt and a pair of overalls. Her clothes lay scattered on the kitchen floor with Quinn’s. Had the girls noticed?

  “Cool?” Quinn asked.