“Yep,” Quincy said, his earlier buoyancy returning. “Quincy Barber, slutty omega, at your service.”
I frowned a little. “Liking sex doesn’t make you slutty.”
“But I am slutty,” Quincy said, the impish sparkle in his eyes only going so deep. I just knew there was more to him than that.
Or maybe I just wanted there to be more to him. Some people were just shallow and hedonistic. Maybe that was Quincy Barber.
“Mmmm,” he hummed, long and low, writhing against me. “I love these Heat Lightning pills. I can feel another wave coming on already. You ready?”
“Ready when you are,” I said, kicking at my trousers.
Part of me was already convinced I’d been ready for Quincy Barber for a long time.
CHAPTER FOUR
Quincy
It wasn’t the scene I thought I was going to play, but it was pretty fucking hot.
“So what’s it gonna be this time?” I asked breathlessly, rising to my knees on the bed beside Jack. “Do you want to continue being the slave or do you want to take a turn being the master?”
“Um,” Jack answered, pushing himself to sit.
As he leaned forward to finish pulling off his trousers and underwear, then his shoes, I studied his body. Jack was fit, that was undeniable. He had alpha biology working in his favor where that was concerned. He wasn’t overly huge, though, which I appreciated. He didn’t have bulging muscles sticking out everywhere, making him look almost unnatural. He had just enough hair on his body, which I drank in the sight of as he dropped his shoes off the side of the bed, then leaned back on his elbows, as if trying to decide what to do next.
Jack looked like a normal, gorgeous alpha, not a gym-pumped, trying to compensate for something asshole like Chester.
“Have you ever been the receiver of impact play?” I asked, scrambling off the bed and over to the bureau and its selection of toys. Anything to distract myself from thoughts of the man I literally couldn’t get out of my head.
“No,” Jack answered slowly, swinging his legs around so he sat on the side of the bed. “Does it hurt?”
I laughed as I picked up a simple crop. “Of course, it hurts,” I said, smacking the crop down across my hand. “That’s the point.”
Jack blew out a breath and shook his head. “I’ve never understood why people like to feel pain when they’re having sex. Isn’t the whole thing supposed to be about pleasure?”
I arched one eyebrow at him and smacked the crop down on my palm again. “Are you sure you’re a member of the Dark Fantasies Club?” I asked.
Jack softened into the most adorable, sheepish smile I’d ever seen. “I don’t know why I’m a member,” he said, half to himself.
He drew in a breath and sat straighter.
“Alright,” he said. “I’ll give it a try. Smack my ass with that thing or something and I’ll let you know what I think of it.”
“Perfect,” I purred, breaking into a toothy smile. “On your stomach, alpha.”
Just like that, we were back in the scene. Jack flipped to his stomach, and I strode over to the bed, settled the crop under my arm, and gave one of his legs a tug. He was bigger and stronger than me and could have resisted at any time, but I had no problem pushing him around to get him into the position I wanted him, feet spread and planted on the floor, hips tilted up to show off his ass, and growing erection swinging free and hard off the edge of the bed.
“Very nice,” I said, stroking a hand up one of his hairy thighs, then playing my fingers in a circle around one of his asscheeks. “There’s a lot of meat here.” I smacked his ass hard with my hand.
Jack jolted, and a drop of precum streamed down from the head of his cock. I watched his back muscles ripple, tensing and releasing as he dealt with the new sensations. He had his arms spread out in front of him again, and he gripped handfuls of the bedcovers.
“You liked that, didn’t you,” I said, then smacked him again.
“Yes, master,” he said in a strangled voice.
He did like it. Go figure. Alphas weren’t naturally bottoms, but Jack was getting off on the new experience. Maybe it wasbecauseit was new. I wouldn’t really know if it was something he liked in general until we’d been together for a while.
That thought came at me like a needle scratching on a record. What was I talking about? There wasn’t going to be any “together for a while” for me and Jack. The auction was a weekend event. By Monday, he’d be back in his life, whatever it was, and I’d be back in mine.
