Hot Heroes – Day Five
Today’s hot hero is from Jenna Jacob’s Sin City Submission. Meet Quinn.
Submission is a journey, not a destination. Sometimes stepping outside your comfort zone is unnerving. Take a peek at how Quinn and Ava begin to embark on a new road of Dominance and submission:
As if gathering his thoughts, Quinn pursed his lips, then flashed Ava a devastating smile. His eyes twinkled as he eased onto the bed beside her. She exhaled the boulder of tension from her lungs, and her heart sputtered. The heat of his body and masculine scent—a mixture of woodsy cologne and soap—surrounded her like a blanket of reassurance. Ava wanted to climb into his arms, curl up against his steely chest, and stay there for all time.
“A Master pushes limits, princess. It’s his job. I’ve been neglecting my duty to you…to us. But I intend to make that up, starting here and now.”
“You’ve not been neglecting me. You’ve been busy… We both have. Besides, I like the things we do. I…” Did she dare say it? “I know where I stand…what my role is, and where my place is in our BDSM relationship.”
“And therein lies the problem. It’s time to move past the things you like, and push to another level to find more fulfillment than we’ve experienced thus far.”
Ava’s heart sank. In a backhanded way, Quinn confirmed her biggest fear—she wasn’t meeting his expectations. What if she never attained the level he desired? What then? Would he kiss her good-bye and seek out another sub…one with more experience, who could make him happy?
The thought made her want to throw up.
Quinn cupped her chin, forcing her gaze. Studying her with his moss-colored eyes, he sliced her open like a scalpel. He’d always possessed an almost freakish ability to read her thoughts. The slash of his brow told her he’d picked up on the guilt and shortcomings that wheedled their way into her brain.
With a frown settled over his mouth, he stood and extended his hand. She stared at his wide palm and capable fingers before accepting his invitation as he helped her from the bed. His skin was hot, setting off a familiar current of electricity that tingled up her arm and sent a low vibration humming through her system.
He moved his hand to the small of her back. A ripple of delight rolled up her spine while Quinn led her across the room to a nondescript wooden door. Funny, she hadn’t noticed the portal when she’d unpacked. Of course, her mind had been focused on other things.
She watched as he lifted a small key from his pocket. With a tiny snick, the lock disengaged and the door swung open. Peering inside, Ava sucked in a gasp.
A hidden dungeon unfolded before her. The scent of leather permeated her senses as she skimmed a gaze over the numerous paddles, crops, and whips suspended by individual hooks along the wall. Every type of BDSM implement, from innocuous to frightening, was at Quinn’s disposal. There were several pieces of dungeon furniture, as well. A thickly padded table, spanking bench, and sturdy-looking suspension frame, but Ava’s eyes stilled on the massive St. Andrews cross, situated in the middle of the room.
Her mouth went dry. While she’d experienced some of the implements in private play with Quinn, like the flogger, nipple clamps, and crop, she’d only seen some of the other toys, like whips and quirts, used on other subs at Club Genesis.
A palpable wave of Dominance rolled off Quinn’s body, lending an air of formality to the atmosphere. Ava knew he’d purposefully acquired this special room for more than a relaxing session with a thuddy, heavy flogger followed by hours of lovemaking. He aimed to make their time together in the private dungeon serious and memorable.
A tiny shudder passed through her. Did she have the mettle to buck up and venture into the unknown without leaving claw marks on the drywall? She wasn’t sure, but she knew she had to try and meet his Dominant needs.
“Before we begin,” Quinn began, placing his strong hands on her shoulders and turning her to face him. “I am pleased with you, princess. You bring me much joy and happiness, and the power you give me…well, I couldn’t be a prouder Master.”
She leveled him with a wide-eyed stare. Yes, he’d read every one of her insecurities as if she were an open book.
“This isn’t a test of your submission, my love. It’s simply an exploration of fantasies…yours and mine.”
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