Seducing Sarah (9 page)

“What a way to wake up.” She bit her lip when his fingers found their way beneath the cotton. He traced the opening to her pussy gently a few times before coming up to circle her clit. She bit her lip and tried not to whimper. She was already so wet and he hadn’t even entered her.

There was something about the way he touched her. As if she were fragile but so sexy that he couldn’t help just diving right in. It was overwhelming in the best way. Something she’d never had before.

“Believe me, I love touching you.” He spoke as if he’d read her mind.

There was the sound of foil crinkling before he pulled her leg up and hooked it over his. She was glad he could think of protection because she was still too hazy and sleepy to care. He squeezed her leg and she stopped breathing for a moment. The position he had her in was so erotic, leaving her completely vulnerable to his cock entering her from behind.

“Oh yes,” he hissed in her ear as he slid in all the way to the hilt.

He gripped her firmly, one arm under her supporting her head and the other held her leg up and open. She felt completely carnal as he fucked her slowly, his cock hitting spots of sensation that aroused all her nerve endings. He took her slowly at first, licking behind her ear and biting the delicate line of her collarbone. It was raw and beautiful to be so exposed to him, to feel the heavy pressure of his cock plunging into her over and over again as his hands held her captive.

“That feels so good.” She reached up with her free arm to caress his face and neck. He captured her hand and sucked the tip of her index finger into the warm cavern of his mouth. She shivered when he bit down, the nip of pain only intensifying the pleasure she felt.

“I love you so much. So much,” she cried. He was so deep, overwhelming her senses, her emotions, her mind. He turned her chin and claimed her mouth, his tongue plunging into her mouth with the same hard punishing rhythm as his cock. She came hard, all her muscles tensing as she shuddered in his arms.

When she opened her eyes, she took in his appearance for the first time. Her eyes widened as she saw the closely shorn hair and the thin strip of leather covering the top half of his face.

He took in her expression with knowing eyes. “You forgot where you were, didn’t you?”

She nodded wordlessly, completely mortified and slightly heartbroken.

God, I wanted it to be Quinn.

He nuzzled the back of her neck. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed. He’s truly lucky, you know.”

She looked up into the hazel eyes that seemed to see everything. “Who is?”

“The man you were responding to before you realized it was me.” An expression crossed his face then, something that scared her. Then just as quickly it was gone. He kissed the top of her head softly before rolling over and climbing out of the bed. She watched him draw on a pair of black boxers before he padded over to the bathroom door.

“Wait, Master Q—“ she stopped abruptly when he kept walking, closing the bathroom door behind him with a definitive
click
.

Well, okay then.
She sat up, pulling the sheet to her neck. The look on his face had been… she wasn’t even sure what to call it. He’d seemed so subdued. Like he’d been hurt that she was thinking of someone else. But if he did this all the time, surely that couldn’t be the case, right? She was just one more pupil out of many. Or was she?

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and reached for her cell phone. Now that she was rested and the fog was cleared from her brain, she wondered how she could have ever forgotten the events of the previous day. Flying across the country to a gorgeous mansion filled with sexual excess should have been imprinted on her memory. She’d done and said things in the past twenty-four hours that she’d never thought she’d say or do.

Including sexing up a total stranger.

Her cell phone was still on the top of her bag where she’d tossed it after calling her friend Pam the previous night.
Oh no!
She groaned and dropped her head in her hands when she remembered their conversation. This very minute Quinn could be listening to a voice mail telling him where she was and what she was doing.

But Pam said he was on vacation, remember?

The prior night she’d been overwhelmed and sleep deprived otherwise she’d never have gotten the insane idea that Quinn might really be Master Q in disguise. Not only did it make no sense for him to go to such lengths to see her but there was also the fact that Quinn wouldn’t
want
to see her this way. They’d worked together for over a year and he’d never even looked at her twice. Why would he fly across country to seduce her when he could do that any day of the week?

Before her disastrous split with Ian, she’d changed one night after work into a slinky dress to meet him for dinner. Quinn had come out of his office and he’d seemed almost
pained
at the sight of her cleavage. Then there was the telling fact that of all the beautiful, wealthy socialites he’d dated in the past, only one of them wasn’t blonde. So, she was pretty sure she wasn’t his type. Ninety-nine percent sure.

But that one percent possibility is going to torture me all day!

She snatched her cell phone and searched through her contacts until she found Quinn’s personal cell phone number. Normally she’d just call the office and leave him a message but if she was ever going to put her overactive imagination to rest she needed to actually talk to him. If he picked up then she could prove to herself that she was delusional and imagining things. She bit her thumbnail as the phone rang.

Her heart sped up as it rang a second and a third time. Quinn
always
had his cell phone with him. He usually had an earpiece in so he could answer no matter what he was doing. There was only one reason he wouldn’t pick up.

Oh my god, he really is Master Q!

“Hello? Hello, is anyone there?” The deep voice on the other end sounded slightly slurred and incredibly annoyed. It was also unmistakably Quinn’s voice.

Sarah wasn’t sure it was possible to hurt any more than she did in that moment.

“Mr. Sanders? It’s Sarah. I’m so sorry I woke you. I didn’t think…” Tears welled up in her eyes that she angrily wiped away. “I shouldn’t have called so early.”

“It’s cool.”

She stopped, unsure how to respond. He was being, not curt but definitely weird. “Well, I just wanted to apologize for a strange voicemail you may have received from a friend of mine. She drank a little too much last night and well, you can just delete the message. I’m very sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Uh, okay. No problem.”

“Goodbye.” She hit the END button on the phone and placed it on the night table next to the bed.

The shower was still running so Master Q wouldn’t be out for a little while. Hopefully long enough for her to get herself together. Even though he’d been understanding so far, it wasn’t fair to make him feel like she was wishing he was someone else or like he was letting her down in some way.

She hopped up, untangling herself from the sheets. The reason for this whole trip, for enrolling in The Madame X School, was to get over everything holding her back sexually. Her inhibitions, her hang-ups with her ex-fiancé and her unresolved feelings for her boss. It was time to start living in the present.

She padded naked to the bathroom door and pushed it open.

QUINN STARED BLANKLY AT the polished white marble wall as water rained down around him. The bathrooms in The Madame X School spared no expense in the instructor’s wing. He should know, he’d helped design them. Long hours of bed play led to tense, strained muscles so the expansive showers and deep whirlpool tubs were considered basic necessities. He rolled his neck and water sluiced over his hair and down his back. The hot water should have been relaxing but it was hard to unwind knowing Sarah was on the other side of the wall crying over her pencil dick fiancé.

Ex-fiancé.
Not that the distinction really mattered since she was still dreaming about the guy.

“Shit, I really need to get a grip.” He looked down at his straining dick. The thing was so hard it was pointing straight up. Which was crazy since he’d just had a massive orgasm.

Sliding into Sarah from behind was a dream come true. He’d gotten the visual treat of watching the round globes of her ass move as he’d pushed up against them and then there was the physical sensation of being so deep. He gritted his teeth and palmed his cock. It was so sensitive that even his slightly rough palm sent a shiver of sensation up the shaft.

Damn.
Thinking about the perfect ass he wanted to sink into was not the path to take if he wanted his dick to go down. He was caught between wanting to punch something and wanting to climb back in bed with Sarah. They could stay there until he was positive she knew who was getting her off. Screaming his name a couple dozen times would probably accomplish the goal.

Except he wasn’t the one she wanted.

“Master Q?” Her voice came from the other side of the closed door. Even with several feet and a closed door between them she had the power to slay him. For a moment he imagined ordering her to come in and join him. She could kneel in the shower and he could take out his frustration in her wet, eager mouth. Because everything he was feeling now didn’t stand a chance against the contact high he got from her presence.

Even as he thought about it, he disregarded the idea. Not only because it would be an abuse of her trust but also because it would only be a momentary fix. He could lose himself for a while in her mouth, her pussy, hopefully soon even her tight ass but it didn’t change anything. Sooner or later he had to come down from the high and when he fell, it was harder each and every time.

“Fuck me,” he muttered, before turning the shower dial all the way to the left. The cold blast of water hit him just as the door to the bathroom opened. Sarah stood in the doorway, curvy and golden and completely naked.

“Perfect timing.” Now that he was freezing and pissed off, he flipped the water off and climbed out. He didn’t look at her as he snatched a towel from the stack of clean ones on the towel rack. He could feel her heated gaze on his shaft. It was long and hard from all his fondling in the shower. The cold water hadn’t accomplished anything other than annoying him.

“It’s all yours. I hope there’s some hot water left.” He looped the towel around his waist and brushed by her. A soft but audible gasp was his only indication that she heard him. He paused, shame bringing heat to his face. He was being an ass, deliberately brushing her off.

He turned back to see that she’d crossed her arms over her breasts. She looked like she wanted to sink into the floor. He softened for a moment, wanting nothing more than to pull her into his arms, stroke her hair, take one of her stiff nipples against his tongue and make her moan again. It had taken a lot of courage for her to come in after him, especially nude.

But he’d already chased her halfway across the country. His business, his friends, his entire life was on hold because of his obsession with her. Now, after making love to her only to realize that she’d come to thoughts of another man, all he could think about was self-preservation. He had to get away from her before he lost any more of his soul.

So he kept walking.

CHAPTER VIII