Quen’s arms came around my neck, the cuffs cutting into the nape and pulling me close as she tried to find stability. I was happy to oblige, pressing my face into her pussy. Her back was flat against the wall as my tongue eagerly lapped at her. All the patience I’d conveyed had been wiped away the moment I had her alone. While her body writhed against the wall, grinding her pussy against my face, Quen let out strangled whimpers.
Pulling away, I looked up at her, feeling her wetness around my mouth. “I want to hear you, Quentin.”
“Then you’ll need to work harder,” she bit back in response.
Her temper was still too close to the surface. Of all the things she was good at, holding a grudge could have topped the list. Stubborn even in the face of pleasure; Quen refused to let it go. She wouldn’t get her way. Not yet. Not until I figured out how much to tell her without making her situation worse.
“I’m not afraid of a little hard work,” I replied.
Even in a collar and cuffs, she was trying to run the show. Submission wasn’t something that came easily to her when it fought against her stubborn nature and search for answers.
“Not when it suits you!”
Her voice rose an octave on the word ‘you’ as I sucked on her clit. My cock strained painfully against my trousers at the taste of her. Seven days may have been a drop in the ocean in the millennia I’d existed, but without Quentin, without her body in my hands, it felt like an eternity.
My teeth nipped at the bud of nerves before my tongue soothed the rough play. Sweet, salacious moans filled the room. It was the melody that played through dark nights when she was away from me. Nothing compared to the knowledge that I elicited those noises from her. Coaxed this beautiful and strong woman into a quivering mess under my ministrations.
Reaching up, I pushed a finger into her slick heat, pumping it before adding another. Quen bucked her hips, grinding against my face, attempting to use me to find the high she craved.
“Please,” she moaned, “don’t stop.”
I would have loved to oblige. Watching her come undone at my hands was something that gave me immense pride—greater than any of my other work. But she wasn’t getting rewarded when she’d given nothing but attitude since the moment we arrived home.
As I pulled away from her again, she whimpered, and I almost caved. That fucking sound… the one she made because she depended on me to bring her pleasure no one else could, would be my downfall.
I removed my fingers just as her walls started to tighten around them and ducked out of the chokehold she had me in.
“Gray?”
The look on her face was vulnerable. Beautifully reliant. That was how it should be. The way I relied on her, craved her presence in my life, should be reciprocated. There was a bond between us that proclaimed it to be the case.
Carefully, I unhooked her legs from my shoulders and slid her down the wall until her feet touched the ground. Quen kept her focus on me, waiting and wondering what the next step was. When I turned her around, she placed her bound hands against the wall to stop from being pressed against it.
“Tell me again,” I said, undoing my trousers and pushing them down so my dick was finally free. “Did he touch you?”
Silence.
Stubborn woman.
Quentin tried to turn around, but I caught the lead on her collar and tugged hard to keep her facing the wall.
I began the question again. “Did he—"
“I’ve already answered you, haven’t I?” The fire had reignited, and the fight flooded her body again.
“You did,” I replied, running the tip of my dick along her pussy.
It was pure torture not to drive right into her, but Quen mirrored the agony I felt. She pushed her hips back, desperate to fill herself.
“Pure bliss,” I repeated her words. “Best you’ve ever had.”
More silence.
“Which means you don’t need me or my subpar cock,” I continued through gritted teeth.
My free hand replaced my dick, running along her pussy, dripping wet with her arousal, until I pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger. Quen yelped and rested her head against the wall.
“I should just tie you up and leave you here,” I considered.
