Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (13 page)

She writhed, but he pulled his hand
away from her cunt. "Bad girls are punished, not rewarded."

"Quinn…"

"Yes?" he asked, sliding
his hand to her ass to give her another hard slap.

A cry lodged in her throat as the
sound carried in the breeze. "I need you to touch me. I’m so close. Put
your fingers inside me. Now," she demanded.

He exhaled slowly. "You don’t
get to make decisions or demands, Rebecca. Have you already forgotten that I’m
in charge of you and I’ll decide when you come?"

Hot and wet, her liquid heat
glistened in the sun as her pretty pink pussy cried out for his attention. As
much as he wanted to put a finger inside her, to stroke deep and bring her to
orgasm, it wasn’t part of his training. He removed his hands from her body,
leaving her aching for more.

Ignoring her cries of protest, he
lifted her from his lap. With her hair in disarray, and her dress gathered
around her hips, she stood before him, her chest heaving, her mouth opening and
closing in gasping fits. She flicked him a glance, her expression a mixture of
embarrassment and frustration as she stood there, like she was waiting further
instructions.

Good girl
.

He studied her for a long time,
then said, "Fix yourself."

She obliged and when Ester came out
with their food, Quinn stood and pulled a chair out for Rebecca. He leaned into
her and whispered, "Please sit and enjoy this lovely food that Ester has
once again prepared for us."

Looking mortified, Rebecca glanced
at the food, then averted her gaze. "I…I have to go."

"Sit down, Rebecca."

She visibly shivered as she lowered
herself in to her chair, and when Quinn put his mouth close to her ear, and
whispered, "You did good, Rebecca," his words of praise seemed to do
something to her, give her a sense of purpose.

"When you learn to obey,
you’ll be rewarded. But in the meantime, don’t even think about touching
yourself to finish what I started. If you do, I’ll know, and punishment will be
twice as severe."

Chapter
Three

Rebecca paced inside her room, having
endured one of the most confusing, yet exciting mornings of her life. She sat
on her bed, only to rise again, the sting on her ass cheeks a blissful reminder
of her punishment.

Her punishment
…

Oh God how could she have liked it
so much? How could she have submitted to him, putting herself at his mercy and
allowing him to do whatever he pleased to her?

She shook her head hard and wrung
her hands together, and as she thought about the way he dominated her a barrage
of emotions coursed through her veins.

She didn’t want this.

She couldn’t.

Intelligent, successful, driven
women like her didn’t hand themselves over to a man. No, they took control, set
the pace and parameters in a relationship and made all the decisions, inside
the bedroom and out. Right? They surely didn’t tolerate spankings or readily
submit upon command.

But you know you want to
.

Confused and still quivering all
over, she walked to the window to look out. When she spotted Quinn near the
shore, standing at the wharf looking pensive with his legs wide and his arms
behind his back, her breath caught. Wondering if he still had her panties in
his pocket, she stared at him for a long moment, her pussy quivering, in
desperate need of attention after their sexually charged brunch together.

Widening her legs slightly, she
slipped a hand between her thighs, touching herself through the silk material.
Her pussy quivered, and her clit swelled beneath her touch, but then she
quickly pulled her hand away, wanting to please him and obey his every command.

Oh God, she really did want this
…

A knock sounded on her door, and
she spun around. She pulled it open to find Michael standing there, a package
in his hand. "Mr. Montgomery would like you to wear this to dinner
tonight. You will dine on the beach, eight sharp. I will come collect you ten
minutes early. Until then, please explore and enjoy the island."

The second he left she hurried to
her bed, far more excited than she should be to see what he wanted her to wear.
She pulled open the package and inside found an exquisite cocktail dress, and
pair of high heels, along with a black bustier and matching thong. She fingered
the sexy outfit, one she never would have had the nerve to buy for herself, but
had to admit, couldn’t wait to try on. As a jolt of excitement moved through
her, she worked to tamp it down, but she was well past the point of denying
that she wanted to submit to Quinn…wanted him to take full control.

Her fingers shook as she neatly
folded the clothes and put them back on her bed. She checked the clock, and
wondered how she would ever make it to eight. Needing to occupy her mind to
pass the time, and keep her thoughts busy with something other than what might
happen tonight, she slipped from her room and made her way to the water. She
explored the grounds and exchanged greetings with a man, who she could only
assume was Mario, as he tended to the foliage. Her glance kept straying to the
wharf to where she’d spotted Quinn earlier. Disappointment settled in her gut
when he was nowhere to be found.

The rest of the day passed slowly,
much too slowly for her liking. The drawn out afternoon merely served as
tortuous foreplay, sexual tension growing in her body with each passing second.
She forced herself to explore the island, waving to those cruising by on their
sailboats. With surrounding islands, occupied by vacationers, Quinn’s estate
wasn’t as isolated as she had first thought, and if she really wanted to, she
easily could have flagged down help and gotten herself off this island.

But you don’t want to
…

That thought had her rushing back
to her room. She took a quick glance at the clock, and jumped in the shower to
get ready. After cleansing her body with some delectable strawberry scented
shampoo and soap, she towel dried, and out of habit gathered her hair in a
ponytail to tie it back, but a fine shiver moved through her when she remember
he hadn’t left her an elastic band.

She let her hair dry naturally, her
curls more pronounced as they cascaded down her back. Naked, she stepped into
the bedroom and her heart picked up tempo as she slowly began to dress in the
clothes he’d laid out for her. As she put each piece on, she wondered if Quinn
would removed them, and if so how. Slowly? Furiously? Pressure brewed deep
between her legs, and her clit throbbed…
throbbed
for his attention.

Once she was dressed, feeling
desirable and sexy in the frilly underthings that fit her body to perfection,
she gave herself a once-over in the mirror. She had never felt so feminine in
her entire life. When the knock came at ten minutes to eight, she drew a breath
to steady herself and slipped into her sexy shoes.

Michael smiled as he looked her
over. "Mr. Montgomery will be pleased," he said, and as soon as the
words left his mouth, she realized how happy that made her, how much she wanted
to please him, wanted his praise. With a wave to set her in motion, he led the
way to the beach, to a gorgeous, candlelit table in the sand, the ocean
providing a breathtaking, romantic backdrop.

She was about to take her seat at
the empty table, when a hand on the small of her back stopped her. "I see
today’s punishment has taught you a lesson about tardiness."

"Yes," she murmured breathlessly,
although for a brief moment she had considered coming late, knowing full well
what the punishment would entail. Quinn pulled her chair out for her and she
sat. He then moved to the other side of the table, and when she caught his
glance, her heart leapt. With heat and hunger on his face, his eyes moved over
her.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank you. But how did you
know my size?" She looked at the expensive designer cocktail dress. "Where
did you get all these clothes?"

Instead of answering, he just
smiled, poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her. "Are you hungry?"

As soon as she nodded, Ester came
with salads. Rebecca took a sip of wine in an effort to settle her anxiety,
then picked up her fork, but the nervousness, the excitement in her stomach
made it almost impossible to eat.

"Did you enjoy your day?"
Quinn began, and she sensed he was making small talk in a bid to relax her.

"Yes, it’s beautiful here. The
view is breathtaking and the sea air is rejuvenating."

He arched a knowing brow. "I
thought you could use some time to yourself after brunch, which is why I left
you alone for such an extended period."

He was right, she did need time to
examine what had happened between them, and come to terms with how this weekend
would play out, how much she
wanted
it to play out.

"But do know that for the rest
of your time here, you won’t be left alone. You will be under my care at all
times."

Under his care
…

Her throat tightened and she
couldn’t believe how much she liked the sound of that. She picked at her food,
too excited to eat as she thought about putting herself in his hands again.
Quinn seemed to notice her anxiety, which she couldn’t seem to hide.

He wiped his mouth with his cloth
napkin, then set it beside his plate. "Have you lost your appetite,
Rebecca?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

She looked at him, and said, "Maybe
a little."

He pulled his chair out from the
table. "Come here."

Oh God
.

He cocked his head, his eyes
assessing her. "What has you so nervous?"

"This…you," she admitted
quietly, lowering her eyes.

"Does this make you so
uncomfortable that you want to use your safe word?"

She exhaled slowly. "No."

"Have you been thinking about
your punishment earlier today?"

"Yes."

"Is your pussy still hot and
wet, like it was when I put my hand to your bare ass?’

"Yes," she croaked out.

"Look at me, Rebecca."

When she met his dark gaze he
asked, "You didn’t touch yourself did you?"

"No. You told me not to so I
didn’t."

That brought smile to his face and
her insides leapt with pleasure. "That’s a good girl, Rebecca. And like I
told you earlier, good girls get rewarded."

God, yes
…

He sat back in his chair and
silence hung for a long time. Her inside twisted with desire as she waited to
see what came next, not daring to make the next move, and loving that the
decision wasn’t hers to make. That realization shocked her, but more
importantly, excited her beyond anything she’d ever known. Honestly, she had no
idea how much she wanted this until he’d spanked her, until he asked her to
submit to him. She wasn’t sure how, but the powerful Quinn Montgomery had
somehow tapped into her deepest, darkest desire—ones she didn’t even know she
had until now—and forced her to examine herself from the inside out.

And she was damn grateful he had
…

"I assume you wore the
lingerie I left for you."

She nodded.

"Don’t nod at me. Speak."

"Yes," she answered. "I
wore the lingerie."

"Show me."

Moisture broke out on her skin and
she glanced around, aware that his staff was milling about, and here, near the
ocean, with candles outlining their silhouette, if someone happened to sail by,
they’d be able to see her.

"Show me," he repeated,
only harsher, the warning clear in his tone.

A small noise sounded in her throat
as she released the zipper at the back of her dress, allowing it to slip from
her body and puddle at her feet. Quinn just sat there, taking his time to look
at her body in the sexy clothes he’d obviously chosen with care.

"You have a beautiful body.
You shouldn’t keep it covered." A long pause then, "Come closer."

She stepped toward him, her shoes
sinking in the sand.

"Take off your shoes."

She slipped out of the heels, the
sand warm beneath her toes.

"Get on your knees."

She sank to her knees before him,
and he cupped her chin. He lifted her face until her eyes met his. Then his
hand trailed over her cheek, her neck, until he reached her cleavage. He
lightly touched her, feathering his thumb over her breasts, before trailing his
fingers back to her mouth. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip,
then pushed it inside her mouth.

"Show me how you suck,"
he said.

Rebecca closed her mouth around his
thumb and sucked deeply, using her tongue to brush the rough tip. When she
heard a tortured moan, her body quaked, hoping…
praying
, he’d replace his
thumb with his cock. Her mouth watered for him, aching to be stretched and
filled, pushed beyond her limits.

He pulled his thumb out and ran it
along her neck, wetting her skin with her saliva. "Do you like to suck
cock, Rebecca?"

She nodded, but then remembered she
was supposed to speak. "Yes."

His voice dropped an octave. "Would
you like to suck mine?"

"I would."

As Quinn stood, and unbuckled his
pants, she shivered in anticipation. With his instructions clear, she released
his cock, and when she caught a glimpse of his impressive size and girth, her
womb clenched with need. To know she could make him this hard, to visually see
how much he wanted her, brought her to a whole new level of excitement. He
fisted her hair as she leaned toward him, determined to please him.

She gripped his cock, and he jutted
his hips forward, feeding it into her waiting mouth. She widened her lips,
taking in as much as she possibly could, but when he said, "No hands,"
she let them fall to her sides.

She rocked back and forth, spending
a long time pleasuring him. Her moans grew louder when she tasted the salty
cream dripping from the tip, and she wondered if he’d release in her mouth,
shoot his hot seed down her throat. He growled and his muscles bunched as his
veins filled with blood, but before he gave himself over, he gripped her
shoulders and pulled her off.

"Stand up," he demanded
as he tucked his cock away and zipped up his pants.

She climbed to her feet and he sat
back in his chair as she stood before him, waiting for his instructions.

"Show me your breasts."

Ripples of pleasure moved through
her as she removed her bustier, the misty ocean breeze pebbling her already
hard nipples.

Quinn pushed her hair off her
shoulder, put his finger into her mouth, brushing it over her tongue to wet it,
then scraped it over her pebbled nubs. She bit back a breathy moan and leaned
into his touch.

"Don’t do that," he said,
his voice rough. "Just stand still while I touch you, and don’t make a
sound until I tell you to." She sucked in a breath and he trailed his hand
over her breasts, stroking them gently before pinching her nipple, hard.