Je Suis a Toi (Monsters in the Dark Book 4) (15 page)

I swallowed around the slight bruising of my larynx, blinking back swirling need. “Where are we—”

“No questions.” His face darkened as he escorted me from the library.

With our hands interlocked, he guided me down the corridor to the indoor swimming pool.

We used this place often. I loved to exercise in the mornings and indulge in a few laps before breakfast. Q preferred to work out at night, removing the stress of the day and any other problems in his mind before obliterating the rest of his concerns by making love to me. 

He doesn’t believe what we do is making love.

Silly, silly man.

It was. Through and through.

I touched my bruised lips, tasting strawberry jam as Q locked the door, leaving us in echoey silence with the tang of salt in the air. The pool wasn’t chlorinated but kept clean and filtered using liquid as salty as the sea.

His eyes flashed with shame before being swallowed by blazing darkness. “Tonight, there are no rules,
esclave
.
As-tu un problème avec ça
?” Do you have a problem with that?

My body loosened, melted, giving into his wishes before he’d even begun. Q’s ferocity was gasoline to the already curling fire turning my blood into dust. “No.”

“Good.”

Removing the distance between us, Q placed both hands on my cheeks. His fingers would’ve been loving and tender, but they bit with silent need. “I’m going to fuck you, wife.”

I sucked in a hopeless breath as Q bowed his head and kissed me.

His tongue lashed out with demand, forcing me to follow his lead. I tensed for pain, for a bite or claw, but he kept himself sweet. The kiss granted a false sense of security and romance as his hands left my face, dancing over my breasts.

Arching my back, I pressed my nipples into his touch, moaning for more.

His lips tightened in a feral smile beneath mine as he ignored my request and moved his fingers to my shoulders.

He hovered there.

Kissing me.

Loving me.

I didn’t move.

Knowing this wasn’t the end but merely the beginning, I held my ground as Q looped his touch beneath the spaghetti straps of my negligee. With a harsh breath, he tore at the material.

I cried out in pain as the satin cut into my shoulder blades, fighting his desire to destroy it.

The nightgown put up a fight, but it was useless.

Q wanted me naked.

He wanted to butcher my outer shell and strip me nude because he couldn’t hurt my flesh in the same way. This was his only outlet, and I had no problem replacing yet another negligee with new.

My stomach flipped as his lips landed on my brand, his hand fisting my hair to tilt my head the way he needed. He licked me, keeping his teeth sheathed as my nightgown slipped to the damp floor.

The air inside the pool dripped with humidity. The carving of jungle and parrots decorating the walls were the only witnesses as I stood naked and wanting.

Our breaths were lost in the liquid music of a waterfall spilling into the pool, leaving the water rippling and broken.

Taking my hand, Q paced toward the control panel where light switches and temperature gauges rested. Selecting only one form of illumination, I smiled as the LED lights in the pool sprang bright. Hidden at the bottom they filtered through the water, bouncing of crimson mosaic and turning the salty depths a blood, blood red.

Q smiled as he guided me toward the shallows. “Get in.”

Not giving me a choice, he pushed.

I stepped off the edge and held my breath as the warm water lapped over my head. Pushing off from the bottom, I broke the surface and wiped away droplets to watch Q undress.

Not that Q undressed.

He tore like a beast shedding its winter coat.

He was as violent with his own clothes as he was with mine. Ripping his shirt, not caring about buttons, and tearing at his fly to kick away expensive shoes and tailored suits. The minute he was naked, he stood over me proud and glorious.

Taking his cock in his hand, he stroked the steel-hard length. “Take a good look, Tess. Because soon this will be so far inside you, you’ll be screaming for mercy.”

Water cascaded off my arm as I reached for him. “Can I touch you?”

“Tu peux me sucer si tu le souhaites.”
You can suck if you wish.

I licked my lips. “I do wish.” Shivering, I couldn’t look away from him. I stared at both my husband and the monster I would never be able to tame. To think Q would try to shackle this part of himself and win? It was inconceivable. He was wild at heart. It would break him to be normal.

“You have to come closer,
maître.
” My eyes dropped to his lips. They were wet from his tongue, making my mouth water at the thought of kissing him again.

Never looking away, Q bent his knees until he crashed on the edge of the pool. His fingers grew white as he fisted his cock. “I’ll only ever accept instruction from you, my sweet wife.” His free hand dropped to my nipple, tugging it hard. “You have me on my knees. What do you intend to do with me?”

My breathing turned shallow as I pressed my body against the side of the pool. My mouth was so close to his erection—a willing vessel ready to taste.

But I paused.

Fluttering my eyelashes, I whispered, “My intention, dear master, is to suck your cock until you snap. I want to taste the whiskey you’ve been drinking, I want to bite you so you rage, and then, when you’ve had enough of my mouth, I want you to fuck me like you were born to do.”

His jaw clenched; his five o’ clock shadow darker in this gloomy water world. Letting go of his cock, he grabbed my head, bringing me toward him. “When you talk like that, how am I supposed to say no?” His teeth flashed as his touch turned brutal, inserting his hot erection past my lips. “Suck me like a good little
esclave
.”

My tongue swiped around his crown. We groaned in unison.

Once upon a time, I’d taken it upon myself to break Q. Believing, that until he gave in to me and trusted my love for him, he’d never be free. This reminded me so much of that. He wanted something more from me. Something I was achingly ready to give. But he was afraid.

And Q afraid was not a good thing. He would be volatile, mercurial, and impossible to predict.

Slackening my jaw, I inserted his length past my gag reflex.

Q half-grunted, half-growled as I cupped his balls and squeezed. His body swayed forward, teetering on the edge of the pool while I stood waist deep in warm water and sucked him.

I knew how he liked it. I knew what turned him on.

I hummed low in my throat.

The vibration of my voice rippled over his erection, activating the muscles in his lower belly. Q breathed hard, sending his sparrow tattoo fluttering like crazy.

He groaned as he fisted himself, working deeper into my mouth. “Fuck, I want to climb inside you.”

I pulled away for a second. “Get into the pool and do it. Please, God, do it.”

“So fucking demanding tonight.” He throttled his length. “I don’t remember agreeing to obey you.”

“You obey me because I am your wife.”

His face arranged into a roguish smile. “And my wife needs to remember her place.”

Pointing at his glistening cock, a small droplet of pre-cum hovered on the tip. “You haven’t finished with your first task.” His balls sat high and tight, straining with the urge to come.

Reaching for my hair again, he jerked my face onto his erection. “Use your pretty mouth for more important things,
esclave
.” With powerful hands, he gripped my nape, locking me into the perfect position to be used.

I shivered.

Our eyes burned holes in each other, but we didn’t say a word.

I inched higher, opening my mouth and latching my fingers around him.

His head fell back, as I slipped him onto my tongue. “Goddammit, Tess.”

I opened wide and sucked Q deep, deep
, deep.
He threaded his fingers tighter into my hair, holding me prisoner as my tongue lapped and licked.

He rocked into me, pressing down on my head. “Take it. Fuck.”

My pussy clenched. I saw stars with how much I wanted him inside me. My teeth teased his velvety skin, hinting at my need to consume him.

His cock rippled as I sucked harder. 

He shuddered as I sank back down on him, waiting for him to snap, sliding my hand once again between his legs and caressing his balls.

He twitched as his muscular thighs quivered.

I flexed my fingers, ignoring everything but getting Q to lose control.

“Fuck, Tess.” Q trembled. “I’m so damn close.”

My mouth leaked saliva, unable to do anything but accept Q’s thrusts. Curses rained in the muggy humidity as his body fought my possession and battled to release.

His body jerked as I sucked particularly hard, determined to drive him to the brink. However, his fingers yanked my head up with danger in his gaze.

I held eye contact as his face contorted with need. “Fuck, you’re too good, too pure, too beautiful.” His teeth shone in the darkness. “Fucking your mouth, your body…every part of you gets me so fucking hard.”

His dirty eloquence puddled into the pool, raising goosebumps on my arms as he jerked me onto his cock. I became more than his wife and pleasure slave. I became his fantasy as he used me.

Throwing his head back, the first taste of salty musk coated my tongue. Instantly, Q shoved me away. I fell backward, disappearing under the water for a moment.

When I stood, he’d launched himself into the pool and shoved me against the mosaic wall. His teeth clamped onto my collarbone as he thrust his cock against my slippery lower belly. “What were you trying to do,
esclave
? Make me come in your mouth rather than your cunt? Do you not want me to get you pregnant?”

I never thought I’d hear Q say such things.

It made me freaking ecstatic.

I panted as he turned me around, squashing me between his rock-stone body and the wall. Water sloshed everywhere as my hands scrambled at the side, concrete biting into my cheek. “No, I do.”

Tugging away my soaking wet curls, he bit the back of my neck like a wolf. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want it. I want you inside me.”

“And?”

“I want you to get me pregnant.”

“Why?” Grabbing my jaw, he forced me to kiss him. Angling my neck so he could plunder my mouth from behind. The kiss lasted long enough to make me lightheaded and wobbly. If he weren’t holding me so tight, I would’ve floated away like a shipwreck. “Because I want your child.”

He jolted, deepening the kiss until I almost gagged. My heart sunburst in my chest as our bodies slicked against each other with war but our mouths dedicated themselves to utmost pleasure.

Breaking away, Q grunted, “You have no idea what that does to me.” Running his cock up and down the crack of my ass, he gripped my hip with his free hand. “Feel how hard I am for you, Tess? Feel how much I need to fuck you?”

I nodded, pressing my forehead on the edge of the pool. “Yes.”

Words to demand that he do exactly that hovered on my tongue. But I’d learned the hard way. I couldn’t control Q’s pace. I merely had to give in, let go, and grant total power to him.

I never found that a hardship. More like a sensual gift only he could bestow. I fought so hard to be where I was. I’d done things I wasn’t proud of and continued to fight life on everyday concerns. But when I was with Q…none of that mattered. He took every worry and consumed me.

He was more than a master. He was a magician.

Q removed his touch and swam off down the pool. His precise strokes sliced through the water like a blade, his sleek naked form so damn erotic in the welcoming darkness.

I didn’t breathe as he reached the other end and effortlessly hauled himself out. Dripping wet and still hard, he stalked toward the changing room where he disappeared for a few seconds before coming out with two things hidden in his hands.

With a sinful smile, he dove back into the water and powered toward me.

I blinked as he swam around me, breaking the surface only once his arm locked around my waist and his hot mouth licked my spine.

Before I could ask what he’d gone to claim, he wrenched my arms behind my back and secured them tightly.

My senses zeroed in on where he touched me, trying to guess what he’d used as a restraint.
I have no idea.
My voice rippled around the pool room. “What are you using?”

Spinning me to face him, his eyes captured mine. “The elastic band you aqua train with.”

I squirmed against the tight binding. The thick rubber that acted as a resistance while performing water yoga kept me pinioned. There was no way I could get free.

My heart leapt into my throat. I didn’t mind being bound—I loved it. But never in a pool where drowning was entirely too easy, especially in this large space where the bottom shelved steeply into a deep, threatening tide.