4

The road to hell is paved with back arching toe-curling orgasms and devilish looks that silently whisper "baby please".

'baby please,' Is the look Quinn gives me.

Yeah, i am weak as a frail twig. I gave in to his I need your text, and here I am.

His head is tilted, staring at me through his long thick lashes and trying to feign a babyface. Which is a massive fail, because he is Quinn. His features are rough. His perfect chisel face is purple, bruises print his face. Probably he was in a fight. It is not in my place to ask or care. That is the kind of relationship.

His faces inch forward, his cold lips brush mine. My body trembles at the simple act.

I feel him smoothen the fabric of my red dress. "I like the one you wore earlier." He whispers.

"Please," I'm surprised I can form any coherent word.

His lips lightly brush mine in a teasing manner. My body aches and my fingers itch to grab him and have my way with him and end his little torture game.

He moves from my lips to my cheek and then onto my neck and earlobes. Both licking and kissing at the same time. My body goes freaking wild. He grabs my hands, lays me down on the bed and puts my arms above my head, and slowly runs his hands down my arms; kissing me down to my belly button.

"Please..." I beg. My voice is croaked laced with nothing but frustrated desire and want.

He stops and stands between my legs. His hands slowly remove my dress. He runs his tongue over his lower lip and I involuntarily bite mine.

"Stop!" It's a command. "Haven't I taught you better?" It is more of a statement than a question.

Before my mind can function and answer he kisses around the nipples first on either side, then look up at me as he finally licks my nipples. I let out a groan and arch my back. If he doesn't stop i am going to come.

Gently, he bites one nipple with the lightest of bites and twiddles the other one, giving me double the pleasure. My legs automatically wrap around him. Pushing him closer to me. I can't wait anymore. As soon as he is close enough, my hands start fiddling with his belt. He hates not being in control. It is a risk I have to take.

His hands tighten around mine. I am afraid to look at his face. And when I do, I regret it. He is pissed. Very pissed. I can only see the forced movement of his clenched jaw.

Suddenly, he picks me up and bends me over.

"Let me school you again." He says before he spanks me.

Instead i am turned on more.

"I'm in charge. I take control." He spanks me again. Before now turning me over to lay on my back.

Quinn loves to be dominant, to be the one to offer the pleasure. He is more of taking the lead kind of man. Sometimes I like to think it runs in his family or there is more to why he never wants to feel powerless. Letting for a second to him is like giving one a sharp knife.

My purpose is just to be lavished. He hates to be touched, caressed or even pleasured. And having to just lay there and do nothing, it gets old and boring.

Maybe someday he will break those walls and let me in. For now, one step at a time. Baby steps.

A surprise moan escapes me when I feel him thrust inside me. I didn't even realise he had undressed. The feeling is so raw and wild. I can never get used to it. Quinn is the only man I have been with my entire life. I doubt there is anything that can compare to him.

He nuzzles his head into my neck, cooing into my ear, "You like that, huh?"

I arch my back further. He is more motivated. The pounding is like a symphony to my ears. Every movement producing a different key. We unleash our hunger on each other.

Am breathless, the pleasure is too overwhelming. And what i am about to do, I doubt Quinn will be so forgiving. "R–Ro...Rosso." I struggle to speak.

Quinn stops immediately. He looks down at me his face with naked concern. "Are you hurt?" He asks.

Rosso is our password for one to stop if something is not right. It means red in Latin. He is obsessed with Red.

I have come a long way to stop now so I might as well try, "No. But I need an answer. Otherwise, none of us is going to come. Why do you want to end this?" I finally ask.

His eyes turn a couple of shades darker. He stays silent and I feel myself shrink into my imaginary cocoon. This is the day I die.

"Are you trying to blackmail me   by withholding me from coming?" His voice is rough.

I inhale deeply. It sounds ugly coming from his mouth. But that is what am doing. I nod.

"Cat held your tongue?" He is straining to stay composed. A vein is running down on his forehead. Probably, sexually frustrated.

"Yes," I say.

He huffs and pulls away from me. I watch as he moves to stand beside me. I know he can't hurt me but am scared. You can never know what a sexually frustrated man can do.

He still has a hard-on. Despite everything, I shiver and get wetter.

I gasp when his hand starts to work on his length. The entire time he makes sure not to break our eye contact. His speed accelerates, but his face remains static. Even when he comes there is no emotion of pleasure on his eyes.

He wipes himself and picks up his clothes.

"Next time try harder." He says once fully dressed. "And never try to blackmail me again." He adds.

I am at a loss of words even as I watch him put his shoes on.

He stops mid-air as he tries to open the door. He looks back at me. Am still naked lying on the four-poster bed. He has this look,  and it looks odd on his face. A look of guilt. He shakes his head before opening the door and slamming it. I listen as his footsteps disappear down the hotel's hallway.

This going to be hard than I imagined. Making Quinn fall for me.