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“Mmmm,” she sighed as she shifted her legs further apart, which dropped her body slightly.

Kissing the top of her shoulder, he focused on the center of her body his hands moving lower and lower until he slid his right hand down between her legs to cup her mound. Pressing his cock between her ass cheeks that now bore his marks, he pushed her body more firmly against the cross, trapping his hand.

The fabric of her lowered panties was completely drenched against the back of his hand. He took great delight that their little scene had left her clit fully erect and poking from between her lower lips, and her pussy wide open and begging for attention.

Glancing around, he confirmed they were still the only ones in the dungeon. Withdrawing his hand, he worked to open his jeans and shove them down far enough to remove his cock from the fabric. Once it was free, he quickly tore open the condom he’d taken from the armoire and rolled it over his erection. Stepping closer, he slid his hand back between Dolly’s legs, smiling as she moaned when his fingers returned to their play. After a few moments, he maneuvered his cock between her thighs. Though her legs were spread, her panties kept them confined enough so that her thighs lovingly caressed his cock as he slowly shifted his hips back and forth. He was so close to the edge, he hoped he could bring her over the top before he exploded.

Sliding two fingers into her pussy earned him a soft gasp as he began to fuck between her thighs. “You’re going to come on my fingers, pet. I’m close, but you will come first.”

“Oooo,” she breathed as she began to move her hips back and forth in counterpoint to his movements.

Quincy clenched his teeth as tingles raced up and down his spine to gather in his balls.

He thrust his fingers into her pussy faster and faster, rubbing his thumb on the tiny bundle of nerves that made up her clit. If there was one thing he knew as a physician, it was how to manipulate a body in order to bring a woman the most pleasure.

Curling his fingers, he rubbed the tips against her hidden pleasure spot. “Come, pet. Come now.”

Almost instantly, her pussy clamped down around his fingers as her entire body tensed. Her scream as she shot over the orgasmic edge had him smiling. Her jerking against the cross was just the impetus he needed to move his hips faster. Everything in him locked up and, arching his body against hers, he came a millisecond later.

He wrapped his arms around her and the cross, holding himself upright as he recovered. For more than a minute all he could do was breathe and hold onto the wooden cross. When his body finally began to respond to his thoughts, he stepped back, removed the condom, tied it off and threw it into the trashcan before tucking himself back into his pants. Returning to Dolly, he tugged her panties into place and then reached up. After refastening her bra, he unhooked her wrist cuffs from the cross.

Holding her carefully, he turned them as he slid to the floor when his knees refused to hold him up any longer. He ended up sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the cross with Dolly curled in his lap. He grabbed the blanket sitting on the lower shelf of the rolling stand and wrapped it around her as he cuddled her close.

Taking a deep breath, he said, “And that concludes your second lesson in BDSM, pet.”

Dolly dropped her head back to look at him. She blinked, and blinked again, looking like she was still floating somewhere in subspace.

She swallowed hard before whispering, “I can’t wait for my third lesson.”

Quincy laughed as he hugged her. Brushing a kiss on the top of her head, he said, “How about we recover from this lesson before we think about the next one.”

His cock twitched with renewed interest when Dolly giggled and snuggled deeper into his embrace. He held an open bottle of water to her lips and she gratefully drank half of it. Once she stopped drinking, he finished the contents before tossing it into the trash as well.

CHAPTER 11

Time lost all meaning as Dolly floated in a warm, fuzzy universe of her own making. One she had never visited before, but that Quincy seemed capable of sending her into quite easily.

A loud burst of laughter had her settle back into her body with a thunk. Opening her eyes, she looked around and found that they were no longer alone in the Dungeon. Two men and a woman were setting up at a station halfway across the room.

“Back with me?” Quincy asked as he rubbed a hand up and down her spine.

“I think so,” she said, lifting her head and looking around. “What do we do now?”

She looked into Quincy’s eyes and once again lost herself in their deep green depths. There was something about this man that pulled at her so strongly she would be quite happy to sit here in his lap for the rest of the day. Or maybe move their activities upstairs to their rooms. She didn’t care which room since they were identical and right next to one another.

“I’m thinking we go upstairs and take a shower, order room service, and have some vanilla play… and maybe a nap to let this old man fully recover before we move on to lesson three.”

Dolly could not help herself. She giggled as she adjusted her bra so it was a bit more comfortable before rolling off his lap. “You’re not old. You’re perfect.”

She was surprised when his face turned pink at her praise.

“I’m hardly perfect, but thank you for thinking I could be,” he said, rising easily.

She did not fight when he picked her up and set her on her feet. With others in the dungeon, she was tempted to try and hide her body, but one look at Quincy had her standing tall with shoulders back and arms by her sides. What power did he have over her to command without even saying a word?

He quickly redressed her and when she swayed, he sent her to sit on a nearby couch while he spoke with a woman dressed in a uniform appeared to be waiting to clean up the cross and the rest of the station. The woman smiled and nodded as Quincy dropped the towels and implements he’d used into a large basket by the armoire. As Dolly waited, her attention was split between what Quincy was doing, and the action taking place in the middle of the Dungeon.

The woman had stripped and was lying on a narrow leather-topped bench. The men had removed their shirts, but still wore their jeans and cowboy boots. They secured the woman to the bench, attaching her wrist and ankle cuffs to the legs of the bench before standing back and studying her.

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