Nightfall (30 page)

“I figured we could make use of what’s left of the night
after we land, before I have to leave.” She tightened her thighs around his
hand. “I’m sure we can think of something creative to do with the rest of the
night.”

Yeah? Quinn wished the damn plane had an accelerator so he
could make it go faster.

“That sounds like a plan.” Hell yeah, it did.

She ran her fingers the length of his extended arm. “I think
we both need a little tenderness, don’t you? A respite from last night?”

Fuck yes, he did.

“So,” she murmured, “
can
you make this plane go any
faster?”

He laughed. “Fortunately we aren’t far from home.”

Thirty minutes later they were over the Last Chance Ranch.
He flipped the switch in the cockpit that turned on the landing lights and
brought the plane in on a smooth approach, touching down and taxiing up to the
steel hangar. When he pressed another button the wide door slid up and he eased
the plane inside.

“Very clever,” she commented.

“Pretty basic,” he told her. “But it suits my needs for
whenever I get to use it. Come on. Let’s get up to the house. I see someone
left a light on in the kitchen for us.”

Quinn reined in his impatience while he did his post-flight
check on the plane and locked everything down. He’d ferried them to the hangar
in the four-wheel-drive and he used it now to get them back to the house. When
he ushered Selene through the mud room and into the kitchen, he saw Annette
with a glass of iced tea standing by the counter. It was close to midnight. He
lifted his eyebrows in silent question.

“I wanted to make sure you and the young lady got back
okay.” Her voice, as usual, sounded like gravel rolling around on metal. She
held out her hand. “Call me Annette.”

A tiny smile played at Selene’s lips as she shook Annette’s
hand. “I’m Selene.”

“I figured.” Annette looked his Mistress up and down.
“You’re the one who’s got them all chasing their tails at After Hours, right?”

Quinn tensed, but Selene touched his arm in a reassuring
gesture. “That’s me. I think their tails needed a lot of chasing.”

Annette gave a hearty laugh. “You’ll do. Yes, you’ll do.”
She inclined her head at Quinn. “You take care of this roughneck too?”

“Hey,” Quinn protested.

Selene just ignored him. “And he takes care of me.”

Annette nodded. “All right then. I made a chocolate cake, in
case you two were hungry. I’ll be going down to my place.” Pausing at the back
door, she raked her gaze over them. Quinn felt his cheeks heating at her
regard, as if she could read their intent like they were already stripped naked
and ready to go at it like rabbits. “You kids get right on to bed now.” She was
chuckling as she closed the door, went down the walkway.

Quinn shook his head. “Sorry about that.”

“I like her. She’s quite a character. How old is she?”

“She always says somewhere between sixty and a hundred and
sixty. I’m not sure I’d know what to do here without her. She gets stuff done
that I don’t even think of.”

“A good person to have.”

He looked at the cake tin. “Want a snack before we head off
to the bedroom? I mean, I know you can only have a bite, but…”

“You’re hungry. I have a better idea.” Mischief flashed in
her eyes. “Why don’t I go to the bedroom and you get yourself a snack?”

“I’m okay. I can wait until—”

“No, you can’t.” She gave him a look full of heat. “You’ll
need your energy as my servant, Quinn. If you learned one thing the other
night, it’s that you never skip meals if you want to be ready to serve your
Mistress.”

“I don’t know.” He gave her just as thorough an appraisal
head to toe, lingering on her thighs, the thrust of her breasts, the graceful
line of arm and throat. The cocky challenge to it made her eyes spark in
response. “She seemed to like feeding me herself. Got her nice and wet.”

She tossed her hair. “Fine then. Get a snack, lapdog, then
bring the cake back into the bedroom to share. We can give new meaning to the
phrase eating in bed.”

At the thought of all the things he could do with Selene and
the sweet treat, his balls tightened and his blood hummed. She pivoted and left
him, heading down the hall with a great deal of hip action, the hem of the
short skirt flirting just below her ass. She was already slipping the straps off
her shoulders, making him want nothing more than to follow. But his Mistress
had commanded him to eat, for good purpose. He wanted to fuck her senseless all
night long, and no way in hell would he risk running out of steam.

Annette had left a couple turkey sandwiches in the oven as
she usually did, and he wolfed them down faster than he’d ever eaten anything.
The slice of cake he cut was nice and thick, with lots of frosting. As he
hefted the two bags in one hand and strode back to the bedroom with the cake
plate, his mouth was already watering, but not necessarily for the cake alone.

At the bedroom door he came to a complete stop, frozen in
his tracks, awed by the sight of what awaited him. The covers were folded
neatly at the foot of the bed and Selene lay stretched out on the sheet, her
entire body tinted gold by the lamplight. She was naked, her knees bent and her
legs spread wide so her pussy was temptingly open to him, the pink folds
already glistening with arousal.

She grinned at him. “Come here, cowboy, and I’ll show you
the proper way to eat dessert.”

“Yeah? Give me just a minute here. Savoring and all that.”

“I don’t repeat myself, and I don’t like waiting. Get over
here.”

He’d started to set the plate down on the nightstand, but
she stretched out an imperious hand. When he gave her a wry look but
nevertheless dropped the bags and came forward, she took the plate from him and
rested it on her stomach. “Strip,” she said.

Quinn kicked his boots in a corner of the closet and dropped
everything else in a pile. Then he was on the bed beside her, his cock dark and
throbbing, his heart pounding.

“How are you with frosting?” She gave him an impish grin.

He licked his lips. “That depends on what’s involved.”

“I think you could do a great job decorating my nipples and
my pussy, don’t you? I’m sure you’ve got some very creative ideas.”

“Oh yeah,” he breathed. “Do I ever.”

“Show your Mistress how clever you are. How talented.”

Scooping a generous amount of the thick frosting with his
fingers, he painted first one nipple then the other, covering each tight bud
and the areolas completely. He took his time, enjoying the feel of her and the
way her body reacted to his touch. Her breath caught in her throat, blue eyes
going to half slits. Her knees quivered. Damn. Those third mark enhanced senses
told him her arousal was increasing, the scent perfuming the air more densely
around them.

“Last night was very intense,” she whispered, her fingers
playing with the hair along his nape, a half-reverent, half-erotic stroke.
“Especially for you. You fought Dix so hard. My heart was pounding, just
watching you. My pussy was so wet I knew Butch had to be smelling me, but he
was just as absorbed in the two of you as I was.”

Quinn wasn’t that interested in the Butch side of that
equation, but fortunately she didn’t linger on that. Her touch trailed over his
biceps. “Knowing all your strength is mine to command, knowing your dick was
just getting harder as you fought…” She watched him, eyes glittering with
desire. “I won’t ever stop wanting you, Quinn.”

Her voice was throaty with desire, but her eyes shone with
that overwhelming need that twined with her ownership of him and made him
understand at a gut-deep level that it tied them to each other. She was right,
about them needing this. Though lust was pulsing in the air, there was a deep
tenderness here, a thick wave of emotion that was a big change from what they’d
handled the past twenty-four hours.

He bent his head back to his task, continued to swirl the
dark confection in wider circles, covering part of her breasts. Breaking off a
piece of cake, he crumbled it over the frosting like scattering sprinkles onto
an ice cream sundae. She held herself so still, yet he saw her pulse pounding
in the delicate hollow of her throat and felt that energy in the air, like a
heat spreading over his skin. The more still she got, the more powerful her
reaction.

Shifting his position until he knelt between her outspread
thighs, he gathered another generous portion of frosting and began to paint her
pussy. First the smooth skin at the top, covering it completely, then carefully
down the outer lips. Liquid seeped from her, her slit shining with it, and the
scent of it teased at his nostrils further, driving him nuts. When she let out
a moan, turning her head to press her cheek against the pillow in involuntary
aroused response, he was tempted to toss the rest of the cake and put his mouth
on her right now.

The thought was so tempting it apparently penetrated the
haze of lust he saw reflected in her gleaming eyes.
I don’t think so.

Her mind voice had a breathiness that turned him on even
more. He would follow her desires, because no matter what he could think up,
whatever she demanded only made him harder.

It was just an idea, Mistress.

You are such a horny bastard, Quinn. I think that’s why I
enjoy you so much.

Actually, the pleasure is all mine.

She laughed, the plate bouncing lightly on her stomach.

When he painted the inner lips, the frosting mixed with her
own juices, shining in the reflected light. By the time he’d covered the entire
area, she looked as if she wore a chocolate bikini and he was afraid he’d spill
himself right there like an excited teenage boy.

“Time to enjoy dessert,” Selene instructed, handing him the
plate.

He looked from the cake to her.

“Put the plate on the nightstand and attend to your
Mistress, Quinn. Eat.”

Yes ma’am.
He took his time lapping the confection
from her nipples and her breasts, first the cake, then swirling his tongue over
each ribbon of frosting. He pulled each distended nipple into his mouth in
turn, heat washing over him at the eroticism of it. He forced himself to go
slowly, giving her every possible minute of pleasure. Reaching over her head,
she gripped the spindles on the headboard, arching her body up to his mouth.

Quinn licked until one breast and nipple were free of the
chocolate, pausing to take the nipple between his teeth and bite gently.

“I thought I did the biting around here,” Selene said, her
voice unsteady.

When he looked up he saw the heat in her eyes. “Then you can
give me instruction if I do it wrong.”

“You’re doing just fine.” Her words came out on a shaky
breath.

By the time he’d cleaned both breasts and nipples he was so
aroused his entire body throbbed. He wanted to say the hell with it and plunge
right into her cunt, chocolate and all. But she wanted a special treat and he
was going to give it to her or die trying. He was enjoying this way more than
having Dix hogtie him or suck his dick.

I would certainly hope so.
The laughter in her voice
made all that seem not as traumatic, yet she was right. This was such a polar
opposite of the night before. No brute strength, no pain, no extremes of
sensation bruising every nerve in his body. He kept coming back to that word,
tender
,
because this moment was laden with it, a tenderness that they hadn’t shared
until now. He was touched that she would offer this to him and wanted her to
know how much he appreciated it.

I do.

He would have smiled but his mouth was too busy at her
pussy, lapping the frosting from the smooth skin. He drew out the process,
gathering every bit of chocolate and every drop of her moisture on his tongue
and licking his lips over the deliciousness of it. By the time he thrust his
tongue deep inside her she was panting and twisting her hips back and forth.
But when he moved his mouth to her clit and thrust two fingers inside her she
jerked hard enough to dislodge him. He looked up at her, surprised.

“Not yet. I’m not going over yet.” She released her grip on
the headboard and pushed herself to a sitting position, lifting the cake plate.
Rolling to her side, she patted the sheet next her. “Come lie down, Quinn. It’s
your turn.”

“But—”

“Obey your Mistress.”

Christ, she was going to destroy him. But he stretched
himself out on his back beside her and waited for whatever came next.

As slowly as he’d decorated her breasts and her pussy, she
was even more methodical as she applied the sweet treat to his swollen cock.

“Mmmm. Love chocolate. We must remember to thank Annette for
being so thoughtful.”

“I’m sure she had no idea the use we’d put it to.” Sweat
popped out on his forehead as he forced himself to lie still beneath her touch.

“I’m not so sure of that, but do you think she’d like to
know exactly how inventive we were?”

“I—No, I don’t think—”

“I don’t either.” Her laugh was soft and low. “But it is an
interesting way to enjoy dessert.”

Her slender fingers stroked in a steady rhythm, coating his
hot shaft, sliding over the skin. Quinn fisted his hands, digging his nails
into his palms as he reached for every bit of control. Her touch was bad
enough, but when she’d covered his genitals to her satisfaction she knelt
beside him and began to swirl the frosting around with her educated tongue. She
stroked over his cock and his balls, following the path of her tongue with her
fingers until he was sure he was at the absolute limit of his control. He was
already so aroused from touching and licking her body. When she probed the slit
at the head of his shaft he nearly came off the bed.

“Fuck, Mistress. I can’t—I’m—

“Ssh, ssh, shh. It’s okay.” She drew a line across the hard
plane of his stomach with the tip of her tongue before moving the plate to the
nightstand. “Lie there for me, Quinn, and let me do the work.”