The road to hell is paved with back arching toe-curling orgasms and devilish looks that silently whisper "baby please".
'baby please,' Is the look Quinn gives me.
Yeah, i am weak as a frail twig. I gave in to his I need your text, and here I am.
His head is tilted, staring at me through his long thick lashes and trying to feign a babyface. Which is a massive fail, because he is Quinn. His features are rough. His perfect chisel face is purple, bruises print his face. Probably he was in a fight. It is not in my place to ask or care. That is the kind of relationship.
His faces inch forward, his cold lips brush mine. My body trembles at the simple act.
I feel him smoothen the fabric of my red dress. "I like the one you wore earlier." He whispers.
"Please," I'm surprised I can form any coherent word.
His lips lightly brush mine in a teasing manner. My body aches and my fingers itch to grab him and have my way with him and end his little torture game.
He moves from my lips to my cheek and then onto my neck and earlobes. Both licking and kissing at the same time. My body goes freaking wild. He grabs my hands, lays me down on the bed and puts my arms above my head, and slowly runs his hands down my arms; kissing me down to my belly button.
"Please..." I beg. My voice is croaked laced with nothing but frustrated desire and want.
He stops and stands between my legs. His hands slowly remove my dress. He runs his tongue over his lower lip and I involuntarily bite mine.
"Stop!" It's a command. "Haven't I taught you better?" It is more of a statement than a question.
Before my mind can function and answer he kisses around the nipples first on either side, then look up at me as he finally licks my nipples. I let out a groan and arch my back. If he doesn't stop i am going to come.
Gently, he bites one nipple with the lightest of bites and twiddles the other one, giving me double the pleasure. My legs automatically wrap around him. Pushing him closer to me. I can't wait anymore. As soon as he is close enough, my hands start fiddling with his belt. He hates not being in control. It is a risk I have to take.
His hands tighten around mine. I am afraid to look at his face. And when I do, I regret it. He is pissed. Very pissed. I can only see the forced movement of his clenched jaw.
Suddenly, he picks me up and bends me over.
"Let me school you again." He says before he spanks me.
Instead i am turned on more.
"I'm in charge. I take control." He spanks me again. Before now turning me over to lay on my back.
Quinn loves to be dominant, to be the one to offer the pleasure. He is more of taking the lead kind of man. Sometimes I like to think it runs in his family or there is more to why he never wants to feel powerless. Letting for a second to him is like giving one a sharp knife.
My purpose is just to be lavished. He hates to be touched, caressed or even pleasured. And having to just lay there and do nothing, it gets old and boring.
Maybe someday he will break those walls and let me in. For now, one step at a time. Baby steps.
A surprise moan escapes me when I feel him thrust inside me. I didn't even realise he had undressed. The feeling is so raw and wild. I can never get used to it. Quinn is the only man I have been with my entire life. I doubt there is anything that can compare to him.
He nuzzles his head into my neck, cooing into my ear, "You like that, huh?"
I arch my back further. He is more motivated. The pounding is like a symphony to my ears. Every movement producing a different key. We unleash our hunger on each other.
Am breathless, the pleasure is too overwhelming. And what i am about to do, I doubt Quinn will be so forgiving. "R–Ro...Rosso." I struggle to speak.
Quinn stops immediately. He looks down at me his face with naked concern. "Are you hurt?" He asks.
Rosso is our password for one to stop if something is not right. It means red in Latin. He is obsessed with Red.
I have come a long way to stop now so I might as well try, "No. But I need an answer. Otherwise, none of us is going to come. Why do you want to end this?" I finally ask.
His eyes turn a couple of shades darker. He stays silent and I feel myself shrink into my imaginary cocoon. This is the day I die.
"Are you trying to blackmail me by withholding me from coming?" His voice is rough.
I inhale deeply. It sounds ugly coming from his mouth. But that is what am doing. I nod.
"Cat held your tongue?" He is straining to stay composed. A vein is running down on his forehead. Probably, sexually frustrated.
"Yes," I say.
He huffs and pulls away from me. I watch as he moves to stand beside me. I know he can't hurt me but am scared. You can never know what a sexually frustrated man can do.
He still has a hard-on. Despite everything, I shiver and get wetter.
I gasp when his hand starts to work on his length. The entire time he makes sure not to break our eye contact. His speed accelerates, but his face remains static. Even when he comes there is no emotion of pleasure on his eyes.
He wipes himself and picks up his clothes.
"Next time try harder." He says once fully dressed. "And never try to blackmail me again." He adds.
I am at a loss of words even as I watch him put his shoes on.
He stops mid-air as he tries to open the door. He looks back at me. Am still naked lying on the four-poster bed. He has this look, and it looks odd on his face. A look of guilt. He shakes his head before opening the door and slamming it. I listen as his footsteps disappear down the hotel's hallway.
This going to be hard than I imagined. Making Quinn fall for me.
Two days pass with a sluggish pace that leaves my skin crawling. Classes and assignments distract me from Quinn, for a while. Though the thought of him ending our agreement before I put my plan in action nags me. "This is embarrassing but I need your help." My brother, Oliver, says from the other side of the phone."What is it about?" I ask curiously. He never asks me for help it is the other way round."I will meet you in the evening at your place to explain." "Okay," I say unsure if to be worried about the whole help thing. "Bye C.," He says his nickname for me before hanging up. A way to get me to agree to whatever he is planning.I tap my feet impatiently, I look behind me and across. The hall is deadpan silent. I look down on my phone. Only a message from Roxana stares back. It is an emergency meeting, requesting we meet at Cole's Cafe at lunch. I curse at Quinn cause after all these years he is yet to trust me to give me his personal phone number. Now I have to stalk him like
Cole's Café is a fifteen drive distance. All the way I listen to Hey there Delilah by Plain White T's. It was my mum's favourite. And eventually grew to become mine. I was nine years old then when the song was released. She told me the song reminded her of my father. "Why?" I would innocently ask. "Because a long time ago before you were born. We were poor. Very poor. But your father would remind me that one day his dream would pay the bills.""Just like he promises Delilah that his guitar will pay the bills." I would understand.I pull into the Café parking space. Today is on Thursday and the day is usually slow and lazy. As expected the Cafe is almost empty. Friday's and Monday's is when the students hog the tables. To discuss plans for the weekend and later discuss the events from the weekend.Cole's Café is an eccentric shop. Not your usual yuppie coffee place. More like a bar, with Occasional barbecues.I spot Roxana immediately, she lifts her hand and waves, as I get closer I
The group orders their meal. I'm a nervous wreck around them. Every single stare from them makes me shudder. It's like they can tell I don't belong here, that I am a fake. "The gala is still Saturday night, right?" Jermaine turns to Quinn. Quinn just nods.Jermaine goes back to his phone, after a few minutes he lifts his head, with a victorious smile. "I just secured a date to the gala with Elsie." He announces. "Elsie with the big boobs?" Lee asks. "Mmh." Jermaine nods. Ryan scrunches his nose in distaste. He rarely talks. "Up top" Lee high 5's Jermaine."What about you Ryan?" Courtney all over sudden asks. When our eyes meet, I can see a mischievous glint in them. "I plan to go with my parents." Ryan answers."That's sad. Why don't you ask Cara over here." She purses her lips together as she looks at me. "She looks like a sweet girl." She adds. Someone clears their throat. I turn and find it is Quinn. His eyes are narrowed and jaws tightly clenched.I shift uncomfortably o
Quinn's povI zip my leather bag, I turn to find four pair of eyes staring at me."What!" I bark."You just have this goofy look on your face." Lee notes."And you have this moronic look of a face, so?" I state back."You are hopeless." Lee throws his hand."We are heading to Cole's Cafe, do you want to come?" Jermaine asks.I hate the place, it is too overcrowded. The only thing I find tolerable is their coffee and the owner. I became acquitted with Cole in my freshman year. As the rest of my peer partied and lived their youths. I would spend my weekends there. Typing and auditing some of my father's client. Once the place would empty, Cole would join me. We talked about politics, weather, sports, history, the modern woman...and I once mentioned my booty call with Cara. He huffed and sighed to what had become of the women today. On serious days he would talk about how hard it is to run a business in a shitty economy and government policies. He wasn't lucky to serious employment after
I close my eyes and squeeze them shut for a moment. I expected Quinn to call or text. I am a little disappointed. Okay, very disappointed. My little guide book, 'How to make him yours' is supposed to make him beg. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating, I just put in action one step out of twenty steps. A figure blocks my path, deterring me from reaching my destination. I lift my head, the morning sun blocking my sight. "Good morning sunshine? Miss me?" Chad asks. I blink twice to get a better view of him. The sun has kissed his face making him look like an angel with a halo, while in a real sense he is the devil. "Get out of my way Chad, not in the mood." I groan. He leans forward as if inspecting my face. I take a step back."Looks like someone is 'inflammatory' and didn't get a dose of DIClofenac last night. That makes two of us." He says. "So you are finally admitting you are gay." I taunt him."Oh, I can show you how gay I am not." He wrinkles his eyebrows suggestively.I scrunch up
The question is so unexpected such that I am not prepared to come up with anything to say.My mouth works faster than my brain. “No, they are held up on a business trip.” I babble.She glares at me with so much scepticism. Her eyes dart away from me before she speaks again.“Funny that have never met your parents for the entire period we have been on the campus." She says.I know what she means; in this institute, the surname is what gets you known and respected. Almost all parents are deeply involved in school activities except the few hapless kids that get admitted here on a scholarship basis. They are bullied and demeaned in all possible ways.“You will during the graduation ceremony," I reply.“And your brother who studies in Europe?” Her eyes twinkle with curiosity as she asks. “Also him,” I say with resignation.That shuts her up and I am glad when she stops asking personal questions. She pulls up at a large shopping store. With the words, Satisfaction proudly typed on the fron
"Shit. Double hell!" I exclaim.Roxana rolls her eyes, "Just call him, you don't have to be overdramatic." She says.I try to remember if we exchanged numbers with Ryan. He's supposed to pick me up in less than ten minutes for the gala dinner. I quickly skim through my contacts list, until I spot his name and text him Roxana's address. I had initially given him my address but Oliver is there with his girlfriend."I'll get that." Roxana offers when her doorbell rings.I nod and sit on her dresser to do my makeup.Minutes later, she storms in angry. "Ugh! I hate my fucking life." She screams in annoyance."Now who is being overdramatic?" I ask. She bangs a box that was on her arms. "Can't wait to graduate and be free to live my life as I wish." She rips it apart to reveal what is inside. It is a dress. "You got to be kidding me." She says as she lifts it. It is the same as the one she is wearing and got from Satisfaction."Where did that one come from?" "Where do you think? My paren
I briskly take calculated steps towards them. My heart is beating so fast for a moment I imagine myself falling from a heart attack.I'm hoping a small part of them will recognise me, but I also pray they won't. Over the past ten years, I have lived trying to erase my past and planning my revenge.The man is the first to look towards my direction, our eyes lock and I feel disgusted by just looking at him and what he did to my father; his brother by blood. Yes, sadly, he is my uncle. Quinn follows his gaze. His eyes sweep my entire body and I see him swallow a lump. Himself, he looks good in a tuxedo, a black bow tie and Oxford shoes. I search his face to see if he's angry because I didn't respond to his I need you to text yesterday.Finally, I stand before them. I want to take my eyes off them but I can't. I just can't believe the people I once called family could be such monsters. My aunt's eyes search mine. Crises form on her forehead. She now looks more sophisticated than the woma