Chapter 6

Dolly hadno idea what to expect after Quincy had blindfolded her, but it was not that he would gently turn her around until she was pretty certain they were face-to-face. She took a deep breath and relaxed as his spice and citrus masculine scent wrapped around her. He smelled delicious and just as she always imagined a Dominant should. She would have to ask later if he wore cologne or if that was just all him.

She tensed when he pulled her to press against his body. He then wrapped his arms around her and lifted her several inches off the ground. She held perfectly still in fear of him dropping her. He shifted them and then set her down. When he released her, he placed his hand in the center of her chest and pushed until she was forced to step back a half-step in order to maintain her balance. Something unyielding pressed against her back and stopped her retreat. Remembering his mentioning a tree, she guessed he'd pressed her against its surface.

"Hold still." The order was issued in a soft, deep voice and she remained frozen.

A good half-minute later, he took her hands and pulled them behind her before wrapping a cloth around and between her wrists. When he finally released them, she tugged, but found her hands securely tied together.

"I have not had a chance to look at your file, yet, so you'll have to tell me. Are you okay with being tied up?" He brushed a kiss on the side of her neck.

"A little late for asking, don't you think?"

Two sharp smacks to outside of her left ass cheek had her jumping in place.

"Ouch!"

"A submissive should be respectful toward her Dom and everyone else at all times," Quincy's voice dropped to a just above a whisper.

The deep, dark tone sent a shiver through Dolly. In response, her pussy clenched and grew wet. She could feel his breath against her cheek, so she knew he was standing close, but could not tell if he was in front of her, behind, or standing to the side.

Did it really matter?

"Answer my question, subbie. Are you okay with being tied up?"

Dolly took a moment to check in with her body. Her pussy was clenching and dripping to the point she was afraid her jeans would be soaked by the time he finished with her. Her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples had tightened in her bra to the point of pain. The rest of her was aroused, tense, and could not wait to experience whatever he would do to her next.

She nodded her head.

Another slap this time to the outside of her right cheek accompanied his softly growled, "Words, pet. I need words."

"Yes, Sir. I'm okay with being tied up."

Her quick words earned her the brush of lips on her forehead and the tip of her nose before they landed gently on hers. "Very good. And how do you feel about being naked while out of doors?"

"Umm, I don't know. I've never been naked outside before," she admitted, her cheeks beginning to heat at the truth.

"Oh, right. I bet Mr. Vanilla refused to have sex anywhere but in the bed with the bedroom door locked and the lights off, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, after today, you won't be able to say that, though stripping you bare would be difficult in your current position. I'm also not sure what the Ranch policy is about being naked outside the Dungeon or guest rooms. I'll have to check with Derek about that. Later."

"Yes, Sir."

Dolly tensed when she felt fingers releasing the buttons of her blouse from top to bottom. Once he had it fully open, he brushed the sides apart. She sucked in her stomach when a single fingertip traced across the top edge of her bra from one strap to the other.

"Beautiful," he murmured as the same finger brushed over one nipple that pressed against the silky bra.

She released the breath in a huff when he pinched and twisted the bud of flesh before turning his attention to the other one. After that one received the same treatment, goosebumps rose on her flesh as he drew his nail down the center of her body from the underside of her bra to the waistband of her jeans.

"How are you doing, pet?" he asked as he traced a line across her lower belly.

"I'm okay, Sir."

"Still green?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. That means I can push things a little further."

Dolly hoped he did not expect her to answer because she was too busy trying to remain on her feet to attempt to come up with a verbal response.

She would never have thought she could be so affected by such simple caresses. But she was so close to an orgasm that it would only take a touch or two on her clit, or a finger in her pussy to send her flying.

When her jeans loosened and were pushed over her hips to her thighs, she pulled in another breath, holding it as that blasted finger slowly traced across the top of her bikini panties. Her breath whooshed out of her when his hand delved beneath the elastic and cotton and between her legs.

"Don't move," he ordered when she tried to pull her legs together. "In fact, spread your legs further apart."

Taking a breath, she moved her legs several more inches apart.

"Good girl."

The praise sent a warm shiver through her as he cupped her mound and his fingertips brushed over her pussy opening.

"Pet, you're all wet down here," he said as two fingers stroked over and then just between her lips.

When he did not slide them further into her, she whimpered and then whispered, "Please."

"Please what, pet? What do you want me to do?"

"Please, Sir. Please touch me. Stroke me. I'm so close. Please, please, please."

She would be horrified by her begging later. For now, all she wanted was to come.

Though he was tempted to give her anything she wanted and more, Quincy forced himself to pull his fingers from her panties. His action earned him a whine from the most responsive submissive he'd ever had the pleasure of playing with. Which just confirmed that she was the one for him.

Lifting his hand to his lips, he slid the drenched fingers into his mouth and cleaned the dew from them.

"Mmmm, delicious," he murmured.

Hearing chatter from an approaching group, he redressed her. He then leaned in to give her a kiss before pulling the bandana from around her head.

Dolly frowned up at him before grumping, "You're mean, Sir."

He could not help but chuckle as he adjusted his hard cock to a more comfortable position. His action drew her attention and her eyes widened at the bulge pressing against the front of his jeans.

"Don't you want me…" she trailed off, obviously unsure how to offer to take care of his erection.

"Not here, not now, and not until you agree to be my submissive for the week."

When she looked like she would argue, he shook his head. "You'll not make that decision now. You need to consider it carefully, and without the excitement of your first scene and being horny influencing your thinking. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to stay away from you, but I'll give you as long as I can. How's that sound?"

She took a moment to think about his proposal before nodding. "Sounds like a smart plan. Besides, you might be the one to change your mind about wanting me."

"I don't think so, pet." He drew the backs of two fingers down her cheek.

Stepping around behind her, he untied the bandana that secured her wrists together, taking a moment to rub each and confirm the cloth had not damaged her skin. Slipping the two bandanas under his belt, he stepped back around the tree.

Holding out his hand he gave her a smile and said, "Shall we continue on?"

She laid her hand on top of his and nodded. "I guess we shall."