Chapter 11

Time lostall 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.

She looked up and said something, but her words were so soft, Dolly could not understand them. She looked away when one man began spanking her ass while the other one opened the armoire and studied the contents.

"Ready?"

"Yes, Sir."

Dolly took his outstretched hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. While she still felt a little wobbly on the inside, she tried not to let the feeling show on the outside.

Of course, halfway up the six stairs that separated the main Dungeon from the bar area, she did not lift her foot high enough and tripped. She landed on one knee and her free hand with a jolt to both.

She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out in pain. She was grateful and sorry when Quincy released her hand. Dropping it to the step as well, she took a moment to just breathe as the pain in her knee and wrist eased somewhat.

"Pet?"

"I'm fine," she said softly, even though she knew it was a lie.

A sharp smack on her ass brought her head up and around to look at Quincy who was leaning over her with a frown on his face.

"No lying," he said softly.

She sighed as he helped her stand. Before she could take another step, he swept her into his arms and carried her bridal style to the nearest chair. Setting her down, he knelt before her and took her wrist in his hand. Running his fingertips over and around her hand and wrist, he nodded before lifting it and placing a kiss on the base of her palm.

"I don't think you broke anything, but we'll keep an eye on it. Let me know if the pain gets worse or it starts to swell."

"Yes, Sir."

"I'll have to wait until we get back to the room to look at your knee," he said, pushing to his feet.

Without another word he lifted her once again, this time setting her on his hip and holding her with a hand under her ass.

"You can't carry me all the way to the room," she insisted as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips.

"I'll set you down, once we get away from stairs and steps and elevators that might bite at your ankles," he said with a smirk, making her wonder if he really would or not.

"Thank you, Sir," she sighed as he headed to the door.

"Is she all right?" Jaben asked as they passed him just outside the double doors.

"She's fine, just a little wobbly from too much Dungeon fun," Quincy assured the man with a chuckle as Dolly reached out to push the elevator call button.

Jaben huffed a dark chuckle. "Yeah, we've seen plenty of that over the years."

When the elevator doors open, Quincy stepped in, but did not set his armload down. He liked holding her. He liked everything about her. The fact that they had known each other just over a day did not bother him. In his years in the military, even in this day and age, he had seen relationships begin in hours and last for decades. Even with Janine, he had known after the first date that she was the woman for him.

It did not surprise him that he was feeling the same pull toward Dolly. She was totally different than Janine, but he felt the same attraction to the clumsy submissive. But there was still so much more he needed to learn about the little subbie before he made any long-term plans.

For now, he would focus on keeping things light as they enjoyed a bath and a casual lunch followed by some vanilla sexy play and a nap. Dinner at the Italian restaurant would be soon enough to move into more serious subjects.

"You can put me down now," Dolly said once the elevator doors closed.

"But I like carrying you. Push the button, pet," he said nodding toward the panel.

Dolly pushed the button and then looked at him and shook her head. "You're silly." After a moment's hesitation, she added, "Sir."

"And you're delightful," he said with a smile as the elevator stopped. A moment later there was a soft ding and the doors slid open.

Stepping forward, he ignored the comments as they passed people waiting for the elevator. Dolly dropped her head to his shoulder, hiding her face from anyone they encountered. He continued carrying his sweet armload of woman down the hall and all the way to her room.

Neither of them said a word until they reached her door. "Key," he said, finally breaking the silence.

She reached out and dug her key card out of her pocket and handed it to him. He slid it into place and the door lock clicked. He carried her inside and shifted her so he held her body with one arm around her back and one arm under her legs. He carried her to the bed and dropped her. She bounced twice and stared up at him, her ice-blue eyes wide and sparkling with humor.

"Shower or food first?" he asked with a grin of his own.

She rolled toward him and reached for the waistband of his jeans. "Sex, please. Sir."

"Are you trying to top from the bottom, pet?"