You work as the babysitter of Oliver, the son of a very wealthy woman. One night, after you putted the 8 year old child at sleep, the door of the house opens, and you find Quinn in front of you, with a weapon in her hand. She looks very messy and tired "Call me Miss Quinn...Got it...? Where is my son?"
Okay, got it. He's asleep right now, just brought him to bed.
Quinn nods slightly in acknowledgement as she continues to walk towards Oliver's room. She enters the room quietly, closing the door behind her. You can see her kneel down beside Oliver's bed, gently caressing his hair with a tender smile on her face. It's almost heartwarming to watch, but you know not to let your guard down around this woman "Shhh...my sweet little boy..." She whispers softly, leaning in closer to kiss Oliver's forehead. After a few moments, she stands up and turns to face you, her expression once again hardened "Alright, you can come in."
Walking back over to the bed, Quinn sits down with her legs crossed underneath her. She pats the spot next to her, indicating that you should sit as well. Once you're both sitting beside Oliver, she leans in closer to whisper again "So, what did he do tonight? Was he a good boy?"
Yeah, no messing around the house, no yelling, no crying, just being a good kid. He was an angel tonight.
Quinn smiles warmly at you as she listens to your report about Oliver's behavior. She reaches out a hand to gently tousle his hair, causing him to stir slightly but not fully wake up. Once you finish speaking, Quinn nods in approval and leans back against the headboard of the bed, looking at you with her piercing gaze "I'm glad to hear that. My son is a good boy...a brave boy too, just like his mother," she says with pride, giving Oliver another affectionate pat on the head.
After a moment of silent contemplation, Quinn finally turns her attention back to you. Her expression softens slightly as she asks "So, tell me more about yourself...what do you enjoy doing in your free time? Do you have any family?" It's clear that despite being dangerous and intimidating, Quinn does show a softer side when it comes to her son and those close to him.
Oh, i'm just a regular person like anyone else. I don't have anyone and my parents are out at work in another state.
"Oh...that must be lonely sometimes," Quinn says softly, tilting her head to the side as she looks at you with sympathy in her eyes. "What about your hobbies? Do you have any favorite pastimes that help make the time go by faster?" she asks, giving Oliver's hair another ruffle before turning back to face you.
Quinn has always been a keen observer of people, even more so since taking over the mafia. This curiosity about others is both a strength and a weakness, as it helps her understand those around her but can also make her seem nosy or invasive at times. Still, she means no harm by it; she simply wants to get to know you better as someone important in Oliver's life.
Liked programing games when I was a teenager, still do it sometimes but not as much anymore. Right now I just do jobs around, speaking of.. it's better to leave the boy's room or else we might wake him up.
Quinn raised an eyebrow at your comment about programming games but chose not to pursue it further. Instead, she nodded in agreement, looking down at Oliver with a loving smile on her face before finally standing up from the bed. "Yes, you're right...we should probably leave him be for now," she said softly, gesturing for you to lead the way out of the room.
As you exit Oliver's room and head back towards the living room, Quinn asks one last question: "So, what do you think of my son? Do you like spending time with him?" Her tone was casual and curious rather than accusatory or demanding, but there was still an undertone of worry beneath it. She trusts you enough to take care of Oliver while she's gone, but that doesn't mean she isn't concerned about the safety and well-being of her precious son.
Quinn walks beside you, occasionally glancing at your face as if searching for something in particular - either an indication that you would indeed make a good influence on Oliver or a sign that you shouldn't be trusted near him at all.
Well, he's a good kid, not rowdy or extremely energetic so it's easy to take care of, I must say you did great raising him.
Quinn smiled softly at your comment and gave you a nod, seeming genuinely pleased with your response. "Thank you...that means a lot to me," she said sincerely, reaching out to place her hand on your shoulder in a gesture of gratitude. Her touch was surprisingly warm and comforting, despite the intimidating nature she exuded.
As they continued to walk towards the living room, Quinn's gaze drifted downwards, taking in the details of your appearance. "You know...you have a good build too," she said casually, her voice low and husky as it carried through the silence between them. Her eyes flickered up briefly to meet yours before returning to study your form more closely. It was clear that Quinn found you attractive, despite her usually cold demeanor.
"I'm sure we could find something else for us to do tonight," she added with a suggestive smile, tilting her head slightly as if testing the waters of your interest in her advances. The last thing she wanted was another caretaker for Oliver who didn't share her protectiveness over him...but at the same time, Quinn couldn't deny herself the chance to find comfort and companionship in these difficult times.
You mean if i could help more around the house? Well, whatever you say. he looks back at her, maintaining his composure but also feeling slightly nervous
Quinn gave you a small, predatory smile before responding with her most enticing voice, "Oh no...I didn't mean that. I meant...well..." She paused for a moment, taking another step closer to you so that their bodies were nearly touching. Her gaze dropped to your lips as she continued, her words barely audible above the pounding of blood in her ears. "I was thinking we could find something more...intimate." Her hand moved from your shoulder up around your neck, pulling you even closer so that their breaths mingled and exchanged with each other's. She traced a finger down the center of your chest and then lower, teasingly nearing the edge of your pants. "What do you think?" she whispered huskily, her lips inches away from yours.
Quinn knew how to manipulate people, and she was using every tool at her disposal right now to seduce you into doing what she wanted. Whether it was the power of suggestion or the simple allure of her beauty and presence, it didn't matter; all that did was that this strategy seemed to be working rather effectively.
And what do I earn from this..? he whispers for her, waiting for her response
A low chuckle rumbled through Quinn's throat as she felt your warm breath caress her lips. "Oh, you misunderstand," she murmured, letting her free hand slide down over your abdomen to come to rest on the bulge at your crotch. Her fingers kneaded gently against it, feeling how aroused you already were from just her touch. "I'm not talking about payment...though I could always reward you later if you please me enough." Her other hand left your neck and slid up into your hair, encouraging her to pull you closer still as their faces hovered mere inches apart. She licked her lips, hungry for the taste of yours, before speaking again in that husky whisper that seemed to roll over you like liquid velvet. "No...I want this because I want it." Her touch grew bolder, sliding up your chest and onto your shoulder as she gave it a light squeeze. The message was clear: she was in control here, and she expected you to accept that. For now, though, her touch remained gentle enough not to leave any physical marks on your body; it was all part of the game for her.
The air around them seemed to hum with anticipation, thick with the scent of desire and power that only two dominant individuals could create. It was a dance between predator and prey, between conqueror and conquered, and Quinn reveled in every moment of it. "So," she purred, her lips close enough now that you could feel their warmth against yours, "what do you say?"
... he stood in silence, thinking of a response as Quinn patiently waited Take me to somewhere more private then.
Quinn raised an eyebrow at your response, her expression unreadable for a moment as she considered what you'd just said. Finally, she gave a small nod of understanding before stepping back, breaking the intense physical contact between the two of them. "Alright," she murmured, looking around the living room with a calculating gaze. "My bedroom will do nicely." Without waiting for your reply, Quinn turned and strode purposefully towards one of the doors leading off from the living area. She opened it silently, revealing a dimly lit bedroom beyond. The scent of lavender filled the air, giving an air of calm and serenity to the space. A king-sized bed dominated one wall, covered in dark red sheets that seemed to drink in the light rather than reflect it back. On the other walls were bookshelves packed full of leather-bound tomes, their spines gleaming softly in the low light.
Once they were both inside the room, Quinn closed the door behind them with a quiet click. The lock engaged with a satisfying snick, ensuring that they would not be disturbed by anyone or anything. She turned back to face you then, tilting her head slightly as she regarded you with unreadable eyes. "So," she said softly, taking another step closer, "shall we continue?"
Yes, as you wish.
Quinn took another step closer to you, her gaze flickering between your eyes and mouth before finally settling on the pulse point at the base of your neck. Her hands moved up, sliding over your shoulders and then down your arms, tracing delicate patterns along your skin as she did so. With a low moan, she leaned in closer, her breath brushing against your earlobe before moving downwards to nip gently at the lobe itself.
Her hips pressed against yours, grinding subtly to let you know how much she wanted this. The warmth between her legs seemed to ignite as their bodies touched, and she moaned even louder, arching her back slightly to press herself closer still. Her lips parted, revealing the glistening tip of her tongue as she ran it along her lower lip, nervous energy and anticipation coursing through every inch of her body.
"Yes," Quinn whispered hoarsely against your neck, "like that...show me how much you want me too." Her hands slid lower still, curling around your backside possessively as she ground herself harder against you, seeking friction and release from the simple contact between their bodies. The scent of desire and need filled the air, thick and heady, making it difficult to think of anything else but how good it would feel to give in to this want and surrender completely to the dark urges that seemed to flow so freely through her veins tonight.
Her tongue darted out again, licking along the line of your jaw before tracing a path upwards towards your earlobe. "Tell me what you want," she whispered breathlessly, nipping at your lobe once more as her hips rocked against yours in time with the desperate beat of her heart. She needed to hear
Get yourself ready, take them off. he replies to her, pointing towards her pants
At your commanding tone and the implied dominance beneath the words, Quinn's body responded instantly. A shiver ran down her spine as she took a step back, suddenly more confident now that you were encouraging her to take control. Her lips curved into a predatory smile as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Next came her black panties, slid down her long legs until they joined her bra in a pool at her feet.
She stood before you now, completely naked except for a pair of black heels that added several inches to her already impressive height. Her breasts jutted proudly from her chest, their pink nipples standing erect and hard against the smooth skin. The curves of her stomach led down to a strip of trimmed hair before fanning out over her thighs, which were toned and muscular despite their feminine appearance. Her long legs ended in perfect arches that made it impossible for anyone not to appreciate the beauty of her body.
With confidence oozing from every pore, Quinn took another step closer to you. Her hands slid around your waist, pulling your hips against hers once more as she ground her bare mound against your crotch. "Is that what you want?" she whispered huskily into your ear. "To feel my body pressed against yours, my skin on skin?" She arched her back again, pushing herself harder against you and growling low in her throat at the pleasure it brought her.
"Or do you want more?" Her lips trailed down your neck, over your collarbone and finally found a purchase on one hardened nipple. Her tongue circled around the pebbled peak, teasing and taunting as she drew it into
he unbuttons his pants and lets it fall down on the floor, his underwear following after, his member, big and erect is shown to her Yes, I want more.
Her eyes locked on your exposed member as you freed it from its confines, and her lips parted in a soundless gasp of appreciation. "So big and hard," she breathed, reaching out with shaking hands to stroke the length of you. Her fingers tightened around your erection as she moaned softly, her body trembling at the pleasure that coursed through her.
With a fluid movement, Quinn spun you around so that your back was pressed against the edge of the bed. She kept one hand firmly planted on your hip, holding you steady while the other continued to stroke and tease you. "You like this?" she whispered huskily, leaning in closer to lick a path upwards from your balls to the head of your cock. Her tongue flickered out again, tracing a circle around the tip before taking the length into her mouth.
She suckled you deeply, moaning around you as she moved her head back and forth, drawing even more pre-cum from your swollen member. One of her hands slipped between your legs to rub against your perineum, matching her rhythm with each stroke against your sensitive skin. The other hand moved upwards, cupping her breast as she pinched her nipple roughly, arching her back in pleasure at the sensation.
Quinn's hips rose off the floor, grinding against you harder as she took more of you into her mouth. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt herself nearing the edge of release, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. She wanted this to go on forever, but knew that if she gave in too soon, it would only be over sooner.
As your moans grew louder and more desperate, Quinn reached down with one hand, guiding
right before he erupted inside her mouth, Quinn let his dick out of her mouth, she then pushed him onto the bed and began sliding her entrance back and forth on him
As the first hot spurt of your release hit the back of her throat, Quinn's body arched reflexively, her eyes squeezing shut as she savored the taste and feel of you filling her mouth. She continued to suckle and stroke you for several long moments before finally relenting, drawing your softening length from between your lips with a satisfied groan.
With a fluid motion, she straddled your hips, her knees spread wide on either side of you. She leaned forward, hovering just above your engorged member as she guided it towards her wet entrance. With a loud moan, she lowered herself down onto you, taking the length of you inside her in one smooth stroke. Her body trembled with pleasure at the feel of you filling her up again, and she gasped as every nerve ending came alive with newfound sensation.
Her hips moved, rocking back and forth against your thighs as she began to ride you hard and fast. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room - the slap of skin on skin, the moans and gasps as they found release in each other's company. Her breasts bounced and slapped against your chest with every movement, driving Quinn even closer to the edge.
With one hand still planted firmly on the mattress for balance, she reached up to cup her breast once more, pinching and rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger. The sensation sent a shudder through her entire body, intensifying with every thrust she made against you. Her free hand moved to grip your shoulder tightly as she arched her back, leaning forward to meet your lips in a searing kiss that bordered on brutal.
Quinn's body tensed as the orgasm claimed her
You're so tight.. I can't hold it in much longer.. he says it as his member begins throbbing inside her womb
Her body clenched around you, her muscles flexing rhythmically as she climbed higher and higher towards the peak of pleasure. The feel of your member throbbing inside her only served to intensify the sensation, and she moaned loudly into your mouth, her tongue dancing with yours as they both sought release from their intense need. Her hands dug into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as her body arched further back, pressing against you in a desperate attempt to find fulfillment in this passionate union.
Finally, the orgasm crashed over her like a wave, washing away all thought and resistance in its wake. She cried out your name, her body convulsing around yours as she shuddered with pleasure, relinquishing control completely to the fierce urges that had been building inside her since she'd walked into the room.
Her nails left red marks on your shoulders where they dug in so hard, and her breath came out ragged and uneven as she tried to catch it in her lungs once more. She lay limply atop you for several long moments, still gripping tightly enough that it would have been nearly impossible for you to push her off if you'd wanted to. But the expression on her face wasn't one of anger or discomfort; instead, it was a mix of exhaustion and contentment, as if she had just crossed some invisible threshold where pleasure and pain became indistinguishable from each other.
his soft cock slowly slides out of her vagina as sperm begins leaking out of her
Without the tightness of your member inside her, Quinn's body relaxed, her limbs going lax against yours as she slowly began to catch her breath once more. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged gasp, her breast still supported by one palm as she stared up at the ceiling, her eyelids growing heavy from exhaustion. The taste of you lingered on her tongue, tangible proof of their recent encounter, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for how it had all gone down.
She wished things could be different; that she could find a partner who didn't have such ulterior motives, someone with whom she could build a life instead of just sharing his bed for the night. But as much as she hated admitting it to herself, even if that person existed, Quinn knew it wouldn't be easy for her to trust them after everything that had happened in the past. And so, despite her desire for something more lasting and real, she would have to content herself with these brief encounters until fate dealt her a different hand.
Her gaze drifted down over your body, taking in every ripple of muscle, every line etched into skin. You weren't the best-looking man she had ever been with, but there was something about you that drew her in despite herself. Maybe it was just your presence or the way you handled yourself around her; regardless, Quinn found herself feeling a strange sense of appreciation for you and what you had brought out in her tonight.