But I never did.

Because Q, no matter his low thinking of himself, was so much more than just a monster.

He was a lover.

A protector.

A giver and friend.

He was so much.

However, he wants more.

But what?

What more could he give me?

What more could I give him?

“I agree with your offer, esclave.” Q’s cock wedged against my ass as he tightened the blindfold around my throat. “How much do you want me to fuck you?”

“This much.” I bucked backward, standing on my tiptoes to slip up over his erection and position my pussy directly over his crown.

He jolted; the blindfold cut into my windpipe as shock and lust stole him. “Fuck, you’re too flexible for your own good.”

I arched my hips, forcing the tip of him to enter me.

The room littered with filthy curses from my French master. “Shit, Tess. Having you spread, seeing every inch of you, feeling your wetness while watching my cock disappearing inside your body—your body that’s red and welted and marked and tattooed with everything belonging to me—Christ, it makes me want to fucking come all over you.”

His body sandwiched mine from behind as his cock shot into me with one swift thrust.

I cried out, but no oxygen got past the blindfold. Softness teased my vision and lack of air made every sensation exquisitely consuming.

My body was so full. Too full. His hips punished mine, pulling out and driving back in.

His tight hold around my neck relaxed a little.

I sucked in a noisy breath.

His weight slipped to the side as he grabbed the magic wand and switched it on.

I moaned loudly, “Q, if you touch me with that—”

Too late.

He positioned the vibrating animal right on my clit just as he thrust deep and hard.

I didn’t stand a chance.

The earlier denial of my orgasm. The fear of what would happen when I let go.

None of it mattered.

I screamed.

And came.

My spine bolted into one electric rod of bliss. My inner muscles clenched greedily around him, over and over with mind-deleting pleasure.

I screamed and came for I didn’t know how long. My spread legs made the torture all the more painful. The thick control of Q fucking me made my entire body clench and shudder.

He turned the vibrating devil higher, pressing harder against my clit.

“Shit!”Another bomb arced down my spine and detonated through my womb into my legs and toes.

I sobbed as I crashed back to earth. But Q didn’t remove the vibrating nemesis.

“Q…please.”

“Another, Tess.”

“No.” I bit the sheets as he angled the device even harder against me. He bruised me both inside and out. Slipping the wand from my clit to my asshole, he held it against us. Torturing his cock as well as me.

“Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He bucked harder as the wand turned its magic on the sensitive flesh of his erection.

I rose again, screeching and trembling to another breath-wrenching orgasm.

He grew impossibly harder inside me. One hand held the blindfold around my neck while the other ran the magic wand over us—over his balls, my clit, his cock, my asshole.

I couldn’t keep up. I couldn’t tell where the head of the machine was and where the echoes of vibrations began. All I could tell was the mattress was soaked beneath my cheek where I panted and drooled and my throat burned for a proper breath.

When Q pressed me deeper into the mattress, sandwiching my pussy against the wand and the end of the bed, I gave up again.

I screamed as every molecule exploded in my extremities.

His voice filled my ears. “Goddammit, esclave, you fucking undo me. Feeling you come around me. Knowing I could take your life and you would die right here in my arms because you love me and wouldn’t fight. Shit, that’s the worst kind of turn-on. The best kind of turn-on.”

His hips pistoned harder and harder.

I couldn’t hold on.

I came again.

And my undoing was his.

With more dirty curses, he followed me, slamming into me. Letting go of the blindfold to hold my hips, he forced me to take every damn inch of his huge size.

By the time we both came down from paradise, I couldn’t move.

Literally, I could not move.

It took us ten minutes to find the energy to stand and another ten to untangle the ropes and flop onto our sides to face each other on the bed.

Our breathing remained out of control, and our touches wracked and shook as we stroked and petted, turning violence into tenderness.

Finally, once our jagged, scattered pieces were glued firmly back into order, I murmured, “As much as I want to, I don’t think I can tattoo you tonight unless you want words as jittery and unreadable as a baby’s.”

Q chuckled, gathering me close and spreading me on his naked front. We stuck together with sex-sweat, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. “You’re excused until tomorrow.”

My eyes fell on the champagne bottle on the nightstand. “You brought dessert?”

His smile was wickedly sinful. “Oh, that’s for breakfast, esclave. We haven’t had dessert yet.” Spanking my sore ass, he ordered, “On your back, I haven’t nearly had my birthday fill of you yet.”

“GOOD MORNING, BIRTHDAY boy.”

My eyes narrowed at Frederick as Tess and I entered the breakfast hall. Screw him and his eternal optimism. I didn’t care to be reminded another year had gone by. The life I treasured with my wife and business ventures close to my heart was rapidly running out.