Seducing Sarah (16 page)

Veronica reclined until her head rested on the floor, her ass pointed at Dom. “Yes, sir.”

Dom glanced at Quinn, who nodded. He then pulled Sarah back until she was cradled in his arms. “First, we watch,” he whispered in her ear.

The temperature in the room instantly heated a few degrees. It was good to know Quinn had been paying attention to what she’d marked on her questionnaire but she hadn’t expected him to bring someone in to make love in front of them. Desire warred with her innate shyness. It was so weird to watch people that she knew being so intimate.

“Look at how he touches her. He knows exactly what to do to get her ready for him.” They watched in silence as Dom shed his leather pants, then pulled a small bottle of oil from the pocket. He smoothed it over his fingers and then gently rubbed it in circles around Veronica’s little puckered pink asshole. She moaned and rocked back into him as he took his time, slowly pushing the tips of his fingers in, coating her inner walls with the oil as well.

“It’ll feel so good, Sarah, when I’m oiling you up. I’ll take my time, make you feel things you didn’t know were possible.”

Veronica cried out then and Sarah watched as Dom notched the tip of his cock in her ass. “More, please Master. I’ll be good.” Veronica dropped her head back down and moaned as Dom pushed another inch in and then withdrew.

“Are you ready to try it, baby? I can hardly wait to get my cock in you,” Quinn rasped.

Sarah shivered, half in anticipation, half in fear. Watching Veronica moan under Dom’s cock was one thing but taking a cock in her own ass was another.

Trust, remember. You have to trust him.

“Yes, Master Q.” She got down on all fours and mimicked Veronica’s position. She saw his look of surprise which quickly became a look of lust.

“Damn, you really are perfect for me.” He massaged the oil over the globes of her ass, stopping when she jumped at his touch. A few seconds later, he picked up his rhythm, stroking over her ass and then down, this thumbs leaving a trail of forbidden sensation over her asshole.

Veronica was moaning with abandon by now. Sarah looked back to see Dom powering into her, sheathing his huge cock in her ass with each stroke. “Show Sarah how good it feels, Roni. Show her how much you love taking this big cock up your ass.”

Sarah moaned then, unbelievably turned on by his dirty words. Veronica obviously loved it too because she repeated it while looking back at him with a “fuck me” expression in her eyes.

Sarah wiggled her own ass and then yelped when Quinn inserted one long finger. It took a minute to adjust to the new sensation but he’d used so much oil that his finger moved back and forth easily. Each time he pulled back it left her with a strange, achy sensation.

"Master, yes. Oh…" She pushed back against him, his finger sliding in until he was knuckle deep. He pumped her a few times, working the oil deep.

He picked up the bottle on the floor and poured a little more in his hand. He rubbed it between his hands to warm it before turning back to the bed. He blinked a few times as if the sight of Sarah on her hands and knees with her well-oiled ass pointed at him was too much.

“Now I’m the one who’s dreaming. I’m probably sitting back at my desk in D.C. staring out the window and fantasizing,” he murmured.

“I don’t think any dream could ever feel like this.” She bit down on her lip, overwhelmed at the feeling of two fingers slowly pushing past her rim. The oil was so warm it almost felt like it was heated, leaving a nice tingle in its wake as he moved his fingers gently back and forth.

“You’re taking my fingers so well. I wish you could see what you look like, all oiled up with your ass just waiting for me.”

“Do it, Quinn. I want you to.” She wanted something to stop the spiraling knot of energy that clenched in her belly each time he moved.

He pulled his fingers back gently and then she felt the first push of his cock at her rim. It burned and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Then he pushed past the rim and the pain changed to something else, something darker.

Pain blended with pleasure blended with need. He moved slowly, giving her small, shallow thrusts. Then he pushed deeper. The feeling of being completely invaded by him, surrounded by his arms, wrapped completely in his love rushed through her.

Dom pulled Veronica up on her knees so Sarah could see his hand working on her clit. He flicked it back and forth in time with his thrusts until she came, shrieking his name.

Quinn squeezed her sides and then reached around to stroke her clit. It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did but all the need she’d built up from her punishment on the statue to watching Dom and Veronica to having her first anal experience all coalesced into a swirling storm that broke.

“Quinn, I’m… ooohhhhh.” It was a different sort of release, sort of a warm, tidal wave washing over her. It started small but the combination of Quinn’s strokes in her ass and his finger on her clit led to an earth-shaking orgasm that left her shattered from its force. She collapsed and he caught her, holding her up so she didn’t fall on her face. He thrust deeper, his own desire obviously ignited by the clenching muscles of her ass still working on his cock.

“Yes, Yes, fuck…” He grunted and squeezed the sides of her hips as he came. His cock seemed to get bigger as he emptied himself inside her. He pulled out slowly and she winced at the friction against her sensitive tissues. She’d probably have bruises the next day and she didn’t even care.

Dom and Veronica stood and gathered their things quietly. Veronica followed Dom as he led her out the door by her leash. She winked at Sarah right before it shut.

“Alone at last.” Quinn pulled her into his arms and she climbed into his lap willingly. She was sticky and exhausted but happier than she’d ever been.

“So, baby, has The Madame X School been all that you thought it would be?” He kissed her behind the ear and she rested her head on his chest. She looked up to find the warm brown eyes she loved so much locked on hers.

“You know, I wasn’t really sure what I was looking for when I came here but I’m pretty sure I’ve found exactly what I needed.” She hooked an arm behind his head and dragged him down for a heated kiss. “I found you.”

THE END

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Jinx Jamison is from New England and loves everything about the North, except the winters! She writes erotica about ordinary women finding out extraordinary things. She blogs regularly with The Naughty Girls Next Door.

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Book List

THE MADAME X SCHOOL OF SEX SERIES

Stolen (prequel)

Seducing Sarah

The Dirty Darcys ~ coming soon

STANDALONE TITLES

Taken by the Boss

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Excerpt from Teasing Trent

CHAPTER 1

“Just keep your hands to yourself and you’ll be fine.”

Trent Townsend climbed the steps to the second floor landing of an older townhouse and knocked a fine layer of snow off his boots. Virginia winters were usually mild, but this year Mother Nature apparently had PMS. It had been snowing for the past three days and more was on the way. He was inordinately happy to be out of his house even if he knew the evening would be one step short of erotic torture.

"Anything is better than being stuck in the house watching reality TV." Cabin fever was like a disease. He couldn’t eat any more cereal or watch one more rerun of Jerry Springer without losing his mind. He patted his pocket, feeling the rustle of the tiny wrapped package. This was also his first chance to give Mara her 25th birthday present since he’d been too busy last weekend.

Too busy coming up with reasons he should stay away from her.

Seeing Mara always made him hard enough to poke a hole through his pants, and he’d promised his best friend Matt that he’d take care of his sister, not drool all over her.

They’d become entirely too close over the past year. Something that had to stop when Matt’s tour of duty ended next month.

“You just have to get through dinner. Keep your hands to yourself and it’ll be fine.”

The door in front of Trent flung open. Mara Simmons stood on the other side regarding him warily. Warm, amber eyes with long, inky lashes narrowed as she leaned against the doorframe. Her thick dark hair was twisted back from her face and left to fall loose and curly on the sides. She looked like a warrior princess ready to do battle. He groaned as his body immediately responded with a salute of its own.

“Are you still wearing your pajamas?” He cursed under his breath as he took in the sight of Mara in a curve-hugging tank top and the tiniest pair of cotton shorts he'd ever seen.

"These are my exercise clothes. I'm doing yoga." She put one hand on her hip. The top stretched across her chest in just the right way, emphasizing her petite figure. "I saw you as I was passing the window. I wasn't expecting you to come so early."

He grimaced at her choice of words. He was about to come where he stood. Her shorts were practically indecent. There were miles, just
miles
of smooth, creamy skin on display. His nails dug into his palm.

She even
smelled good
.

She’s Matt’s little sister. Keep your hands to yourself.

Trent sucked in another deep breath. He needed more than a weak mantra reminding him who would kick his ass if he screwed this up. What he needed was a bucket of ice down his pants and a blindfold.

“Why are you just standing out here talking to yourself anyway?” Mara shook her head and grabbed him by the arm. She pulled him across the threshold and closed the door behind him.

“Just thinking out loud. I do that sometimes.” Trent felt oddly defensive. Having a raging boner could do that to a guy.

“What, think?” She chuckled as he glowered at her.

“Ha ha, smart ass. I’ll remember that the next time you need my help with something.”

He turned to watch her flip the deadbolt, his eyes taking in her long legs and bare feet. She wore bright purple polish and had a little silver ring on the second to last toe of her right foot. A wave of heat almost forced him to his knees. The girl even had sexy feet. Good thing she wasn’t in the habit of going barefoot.

He turned away and busied himself with removing his jacket. He needed to focus on something else or he’d never get through the night.

Damn Matt for putting him in this position. It was just like him to join the military and play the hero overseas. His college buddy was that type of guy and someone Trent felt proud to know. Matt had come through for him more times than he could count, and the only thing he’d ever asked in return was for Trent to keep an eye on his twin sister Mara during his deployment. He wished he’d known in the beginning how hard it would be to keep that promise.

And how hard it would be to keep my frickin’ hands to myself.

“So, how fast can you get ready to go?” Trent folded his coat over the arm of the couch. He looked around her place curiously. She changed things often, bringing home stray furniture found at a thrift store or adding weird knickknacks picked up on eBay.

Her place reflected her eclectic spirit. Bright, wildly patterned furniture clashed with the mint green wall behind the couch. He’d helped her paint the crazy color just a few months ago. She’d said she was going for “energetic.” He thought it looked like the inside of a funhouse.