My soft moans filled the large, dimly lit room as the golden tongued prince went to work on me. I ran my fingers through long tufts of his dark hair and before I knew it affectionate petting had become gentle tugging. Never in my life had any man ever bothered to try to please me, not even Q until now. The new Q seemed mature beyond his years; knowledgeable, wise yet most of all sexier than ever and with the skill of someone who'd been in the adult entertainment industry for many decades.
Snapped from my train of thought by a fascinating twirl of Q's tongue I left a loud yelp of pleasure escape me. Those devilish eyes met with mine, I knew he was grinning despite the fact I couldn't see the bottom half of his face.
Still hard at work Q continued not missing a beat. My blood felt as it were boiling in my veins, my legs felt wobbly like jello and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Shudders and shivers travelled up and down my spine, there destination unknown so the shocks and vibrations just continued running back and forth. In that moment all I knew was the sweet ecstasy of Q's touch and I desperately wanted more.
Yanking on his hair as my moans loudened my eyes clenched shut, release come to me. Almost, at the edge of losing all control of my entire being something strange happened. Q stopped.
Slowly opening one eye, followed by the other I glared down at the man who as now sitting up face to face with me.
"What the fu....." I began.
Q held a finger to my lips and moved his lips toward my ear. Nibbling my earlobe I felt the warmth of Q's mouth and became flustered. I had almost reached my climax and he stopped. What was his game?
"You're wondering what the fuck right Aliira?" Q quizzed.
Nodding I couldn't bring myself to speak or I knew I'd either lose my cool or begin to cry. Orgasm is nothing to toy with.
Grinning Q climbed to his feet and extended a hand.
"Come." He whispered.
Rolling my eyes I took his hand. Inside my head I couldn't help but curse him. Come he says... I was just about too.
Leading my down a long darkened, musky smelling hallway Q walked silently, intently. We came to a large red door which Q released my hand and pushed open. Retaking my hand he lead me inside and the door slowly creaked shut behind me.
I couldn't help but jump when two loud claps sounded and the lights automatically flicked on. Q luahged at my reaction causing me to place my hands on my hips and shoot him daggers.
"Welcome to the real me Allira." Q announced waving a hand toward the objects filling the room, possibly also taking my attention away from all he'd done to piss me off that night.
Turning my gaze toward the items, I stood in shock my mouth hung open. I was surrounded by fetish gear; whips, chains, full body leather suits with ball gags, beds of spikes, paddles, larger dildos than I'd ever seen before in my life. Anything you can imagine, I was positive Q owned.
"You're kinky?" I said gleefully. Excited for what came next.
"No Allira, I'm not kinky... I'm eccentric and this isn't a fad or phase, it's a way of life for me and I needed to show you this because you need to accept it, become a part of this world to understand why I do what I do." Q began.
"So wait when you stopped before..." I began but was cut off abruptly.
"I stopped, I took a sick pleasure in denying you your orgasm. But you also have to come to terms with the fact you don't always get what you want... if you enter this world with me I will teach you how to magnify the pleasure, you could've gotten off three or four times before but you're not in tuned to your own body. I will play my games with you and we will use this stuff you see around you. But there's one condition... we will enter this contract and see to each others needs with no strings attached, the moment any feelings become involved we must go our separate ways." Q explained.
Looking down at my feet, then peering back around the room I felt my heart leap into my throat. No feelings involved. That seems ludicrous considering I'd loved him with all my heart as a teenager. But I couldn't bring myself to state the facts. Knowing my heart would hate me for it but my body would benefit I agreed to Q's terms and conditions to his delight.
"That's great, so now before our journey I will grant you one last wish before your enlightenment." Q laughed his eyes eating me up as I stood before him, to say he was happy was an understatement.
Pausing, pretending to think I giggled as I hungrily eyed him.
"I want you to fuck me, like a lust fuelled animal. Roughly, no mercy. Because that's not how you usually roll right?" I spoke.
Grinning Q ran over and scooped me up in his arms and threw me on a nearby bed.
"No... it's not as intricate as what I like but it'll still be fun." He growled.
Biting at my neck Q pushed himself inside me in one violent thrust. Without notice Q began erratically thrusting and growling like a beast. The sensation was amazing as his huge member penetrated me deeply and quickly, taking no mercy.
Q planted a kiss on my lips as his hands roamed up and he grabbed my breasts. Pulling away from the kiss he laughed devilishly.
"We're going to be great together, I love the way you think."
YOU ARE READING
50 Shades of Q
RomanceAllira is 39, she lives her meagre life in New York and has come to terms with the fact life can't ever improve for her. The down on her luck, pessimistic waitress awakes one morning to an unexpected letter and a chance meeting with someone she'd fo...