She’d given me a smorgasbord of places to mark her. But I had a better idea.
The man coming over to us appeared to be in his early fifties, with gray hair kept short and neat. He had on an army-green trench coat, with a uniform underneath, the beige suit kind decorated with all sorts of pins and patches. It was in surprisingly good shape, unlike Boden’s and Nolita’s uniforms, which were worn to the nub.I’m so glad to see you. He grinned broadly at us. It’s been too long since I’ve seen other people. I got separated from my group after we left the quarantine, and I’ve been wandering alone.
You were at the quarantine? I asked.The snowflakes were sticking to my eyelashes, and everything looked blurry. I tried to blink them back, but my eyesight was still blurry. Then I realized the snowflakes weren’t the problem.Yes, I’m General Clark. He held his hand out to me, but I didn’t shake it because I was holding Stella. He smiled understandably and put his hand back down. You were at the quarantine? I don’t remember seeing you there.
Yeah, I’m Remy King, I said. I kept to myself a lot.Who is this pretty little girl you have with you? Clark asked, bending down to Stella’s level. She shied away from him and buried her head in my shoulder.
This is Stella, I said. We found her outside of the quarantine.
We? Clark looked around. Is there more to your group?I may be a masochist, but I wasn’t a submissive, and that’s why Q needed me.
Once the strap was tight across my throat, and I was truly immobile, Q dragged his finger from the tip of my nose, down my lips, over my throat and br**sts, dipping past my ribs and belly right to my pu**y. He stroked my clit, once, twice, before moving lower.I trembled with every millimetre he touched. The need to have him took over every thought.
His eyes tightened as his finger dipped inside me ever so slowly.My jaw went slack and I moaned at the leisurely possession. His finger felt like pure ecstasy. I shuddered around his touch, sucking him deeper, my body begging for more.