Chapter 5
5
COLT
The Courtesan was known for its luxuries, and it was the perfect place for me and Baby Girl tonight. Quin deserved to be treated like the princess he was, and after my spiral and the words that had stupidly spilled from my mouth, I owed him the best of the best. Bringing him here had always been on my to-do list, but Jackson’s visit had upped the timeline.
I had Quin exactly where I wanted him, sprawled out on his back across the largest bed I’d ever seen, wrists locked in handcuffs and chained to the flower hook attached to the wall. He was a meal that I wasn’t only going to eat but demolish, too. He’d always tasted delicious, and I was going to take a very long time tonight to explore every inch of his skin until he was writhing and begging me to finally take him. I was going to edge him, make him scream, and then cream.
With him locked in place, I took a step back from the bed and slowly shed my suit. He watched, gaze trained on me and mouth parted, and I took pleasure in knowing I had him hungry for more. The thing about my baby girl? He was always so desperate for it, and his responses to my touches were perfect. He was one of a kind, and there was no way in hell I was letting him go.
If Jackson tried to come between us, I’d get rid of him permanently.
“Daddy....” Quin lifted his hips off the bed, directing my stare to his hard cock nestled in the thin red lace panties.
“Look at you.” Now that I was naked, I pressed my knee back into the bed and crawled up the length of his body, studying the way he shivered at having me close. “So fucking desperate for it, aren’t you, Wife? You want to make your husband happy, don’t you?”
He whimpered, tongue poking out to lick his upper lip as he stared at me from beneath long dark lashes. “Always, Husband. I want to make you so happy. Want you to put a baby in me.”
“Yeah?” One of my favorite games. I teased a finger over the outline of his cock, and he jerked his hips up toward me again, a harsh pant slipping from between his pretty lips. “You like your husband playing with your clit, Baby Girl?”
“So good,” he whined as he threw his head back and tugged at the cuffs. He wasn’t always in the mental space to call his dick his clit, and I was glad I’d gauged his mood correctly. The chain rattled but didn’t budge where it was hooked.
I hummed and leaned down to lick a stripe along his lace-covered hard length, and his whining intensified. He writhed beneath me, and I gripped his waist with my fingers, holding him flat on the bed.
“Daddy, that feels amazing. Please. Want your mouth.”
“Do you?” I chuckled lightly. “How my princess has grown confident from the virgin he was.” I laid a gentle kiss on his inner thigh, close to the hem of the underwear. “Spread your legs for me, Lovebug.”
He opened his knees wider. His asshole peeked out between the swell of his ass, barely visible under the lace but enough for me to see, making my mouth water at the thought of being inside him. Not yet. I was going to tease him until he had no choice but to explode.
I slid my finger along his length again before I dragged it lower, slipping the tip between his cheeks and dabbing playfully against his hole.
He moaned, rocking his hips back against my touch. “Please, Husband. Please .”
“Hmm, you like that?” I licked a stripe over the inside of his thigh, causing him to shudder. “Want me to finger your pussy, sweetheart?”
“Yes, oh yes!” He tilted his hips up, giving me more access. “I’ll do anything.”
I softly scraped my fingernail over the lace above his hole before humming thoughtfully. “Hmm, no I don’t think so, Baby Girl.” I grinned up at him, pleasure curling itself in the pit of my stomach as I stared at his flushed cheeks and desperate eyes. “I’ve got something else planned.” I pushed myself off the bed again, drowning in his pleading whimpers as I drew away from him.
“Daddy. Husband. Matt . Please, I need you.” He widened his pretty hazel eyes at me, lips quivering. “Don’t leave me here.” His hunger for me made him even more beautiful, with his mouth red from where he’d been sucking on his lips and his cheeks flushed. His tongue darted out, and he couldn’t stay still, wriggling and whining.
“Shh, Baby Girl, I’m not leaving you. I’m just getting a toy to play with.” I winked at him as I stalked to a large trunk on the right side of the room.
I’d been here a few times, so I’d requested the toy box. What was inside consisted of the largest array of sex toys known to man. The Courtesan catered to all their clientele, especially those who veered into kinky territory. I wasn’t the kind of person who experimented in the rougher types of sex, but I did enjoy the use of a good toy when the occasion called for it, which happened to be now.
I opened the lid and perused the collection until I came across two of the toys I wanted. I grabbed the pink vibrator and a matte black prostate massager. Perfect. I walked back over to the bed and threw the toys on the mattress beside his knee.
Quin tugged at the restraints and stared down at the devices carefully, mouth parted in a small huff. “Is that?—”
“A vibrator and prostate massager? Yes, they are.” I grinned and slid between his legs, my cock bouncing and slapping me on the abs with the action. “I want to play, Lovebug. Let me play with you?” I grasped his leg in my hand and laid a kiss on the inside of his knee, then trailed up his thigh until I nosed his trapped cock. “What do you say? Let your husband take care of you? I can destroy you without even entering you, Baby Girl. Just say the word.”
He stared at me from under dark lashes, eyes shining with moisture. “Please, Matt. Unravel me.”
That was the permission I needed. I grabbed the vibrator first and opened the container that stated the toy was freshly sanitized. The Courtesan was known for their professionalism, and having everything perfect was their top priority, so I trusted them to provide us with the best toys.
The vibrator was a wand, with a rounded bulb at the end. I showed him and grinned. “How would you like this on your clit, Princess?” I was convinced I had his mood judged correctly, and relief ran through me when he nodded and gave me a small smile. This was his clit right now, as far as the dirty talk went, not his cock, and we were both on the same page. I always wanted him to feel good with me.
He moaned and tilted his hips up again. “Yes. Please.”
Pleasure simmered inside me, starting in my stomach and expanding out into my chest. The more I stared at him, the more I needed to watch him fly apart under my fingers. Mouth curling into a grin, I hit the button on the vibrator and the wand began to pulse. A low humming sound filled the room.
I laid the bulbous end against the tip of his cock, and the reaction was instantaneous. He arched off the bed, a strangled cry ripping from him. He keened and gasped, writhing like someone in heat.
“You enjoy that, Baby Girl?” I slid the vibrator along his length in a slow glide. I worshiped this part of him. Long and lean like the rest of his body—just right. “You love this on your clit?”
He squirmed more violently, as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to get closer to me or farther away. “Oh God, Daddy. Please.”
“What do you want, Princess?” I upped the intensity of the vibrator and skimmed it down to the base of his cock and across his balls. He shouted raggedly and yanked at the cuffs.
The air thickened as I studied him, a charged tension making it difficult to breathe. His forehead gleamed with sweat and he clutched the chain between the cuffs desperately.
“Hmm, speechless?” I teased, ignoring the ache in my cock. I drew the wand back up his length again and grazed it over his slit. Precum soaked the front of his panties, and it was the most I’d ever seen him leak before coming. The sight made my balls tighten. “Nothing to say?”
He whimpered and whined in the back of his throat, then kicked a leg up, which I caught by the ankle and trapped on the bed. “I can’t take it, I can’t.”
I kissed his knee as I danced the wand over his tip. “Then, tell me, Baby Girl, how you feel? Let’s do traffic light colors. Red for stop, yellow to ease off slightly, and green to keep going. What’s your color?”
He sobbed and threw his head back, tears sliding down his cheeks. I went to yank the wand away, and then I heard “Green, Daddy. Green.”
“Good girl,” I whispered, trailing a line of kisses up his thigh. “ Such a good girl, aren’t you? So good for your husband.”
He whimpered, nodding. “Anything for you, Daddy.”
“Yeah?” I turned up the vibration level, and his back shot off the bed in a tall arch as his sobs intensified. I grabbed his hips and pressed him into the mattress, holding him down as he mewled. My cock throbbed, leaking a trail of precum over my abs. “Look at you. So fucking pretty.”
He panted and moaned, an even deeper flush rising up his neck and cheeks. “T-t-too much, Daddy.”
“Color?” I asked seriously.
He whined and threw back his head while rolling his hips to grind against the vibrator. “Green.”
“Good girl.” I licked a trail along his length next to the wand, and his whimpers grew louder. “Fuck, you make me so hard, Princess. I’m like a fucking rock.”
He pressed his chin to his chest and stared down his body to get a look at me, and I smirked, rising to my knees so I could show off exactly what he did to me. My cock bounced, the tip shiny with precum.
He moaned and licked his lips. “Can I taste you, Daddy?”
“No, sweetheart. Not yet. Let me take care of you first.”
He pouted, and I laughed, kissing his knee again.
“Patience, Baby Girl.” I drew the wand down his cock and over his balls, going even lower across his taint.
He gasped, and the chain attaching him to the wall rattled as he tugged at it. His legs trembled.
I stroked my thumb over his ankle bone and shushed him. “You’re okay. You can handle this, can’t you?”
I dragged the vibrator lower until it buzzed over his hole, and he shouted, kicking out a foot.
He twisted and struggled against his bonds, sobbing. The leaking at his slit drenched the thin material of his panties.
“So wet, Baby Girl.” I sucked the panties and the head of his cock into my mouth, licking at the moisture. The musky flavor made me want more.
“Please, Daddy, I’m so close. I want to come.” His hips stuttered, and I raised my gaze to his face, taking in the way his mouth quivered and his lashes fluttered. I pulled back with the wand, eliciting a disappointed whine from him.
“No, Wifey, you aren’t coming right now.” I switched off the vibrator and threw it onto the bed beside me. With a smirk, I grabbed the tip of his cock through the panties, squeezing it until he gasped. “You can’t come just yet.”
Quin squirmed and pouted down at me. “I’ve been good. You’re supposed to be apologizing!”
“I am. And yes, you have, but we have a lot more fun planned.” I winked at him and flicked his cockhead, earning a sharp whimper. “Now, color?”
He sighed out a “green,” and I grinned.
“Good girl.” I shuffled down the bed and lay on my stomach, trapping my shaft between me and the mattress. “Bend your knees.”
He did as I’d ordered and stared down at me as I began to kiss up his pale thighs. He was so beautiful, and his thighs were one of my favorite parts of his body. His skin was smooth and flawless, and it begged for bite marks. He had strong muscle tone, but it was subtle, similar to a swimmer’s.
“I’m going to mark you as mine,” I growled out.
His cock twitched beneath the thin lacy material, and he moaned as I began to kiss his inner thigh gently. It was all foreplay of the lips before my teeth came out. The first bite, close to the junction where his leg met his groin, provoked a sobbed shout of pleasure. There was nothing gentle about the way I claimed him. By the time I was done, he was going to be littered with bruises.
I worked my teeth into his skin, nibbling and kissing and everything in between. I spread my marks across his inner thighs and as low as his knees, claiming each inch as my own. No one would ever see this part of him, but if they did, they’d know he belonged to me .
The sounds that left his mouth were downright sinful, a combination of moaning, whimpering, and begging. He was on the verge of ecstasy, his eyes rolling up into the back of his skull, and I wished I could take a photo of him so I would forever remember this moment.
“Color?” I asked when I put a final bite on him.
“G-green.” He exhaled shakily. “Green, Daddy.”
“Good. Good , because I’m going to suck your clit now, sweetheart.” I didn’t give him time to react before I grabbed the waistband of his panties and yanked them hard. The sound of ripping echoed around the room, along with his shocked gasp.
“Daddy,” he whined, pouting at the sight of his torn underwear. “They were so pretty. I liked them.”
“I’ll buy you more,” I murmured, before taking the head of his cock into my mouth and sucking. I stroked my fingers up his thighs, pressing the tips into some of my marks, and listened to the wickedly delighted sounds that escaped him.
“You always say that.”
“And I’ve never lied, have I?” I ran my tongue along the underside, and he shuddered, spreading his legs farther.
“Please, Daddy, I want to touch you. Release me?” He shook the chain again, and I laughed.
“No, Wife. You’re going to stay right there.” I swiped my tongue across his slit, and he whined, tilting his hips up. “And I’m going to devour you, Princess.”
I took more of his length into my mouth, suckling gently while swirling my tongue over his underside. I scraped my fingers along his thighs and down his knees before I grasped them and threw his legs over my shoulders so I could settle in and eat . How there’d ever been a time when this wasn’t one of my favorite things to do, I would never know. His reactions were perfect, and I drank in every moan, whimper, and sob that left him. He was the epitome of wife material, and I wasn’t going to let him go.
I’d send my brother to hell before I let him touch a hair on Quin’s head.
I took my time to work on Quin’s erection. I still wasn’t the best at it, but I was learning for him, and he never complained when I spent time with his cock in my mouth. At least his shaft wasn’t as big as mine.
The moment I felt him teetering on the edge of an orgasm, I pulled back, and it earned more pouts and whines. I did that three more times, bringing him to the brink—so close that his cock jerked in my mouth—before I leaned away from him.
“You’re so mean.” Quin’s bottom lip wobbled and tears flooded his eyes, making the hazel irises shine brighter.
“I know, Baby Girl.” I kissed his hip. “Color?”
Blobs of tears swept down his flushed cheeks and his chin shook as he mumbled out, “Green.”
I smoothed my hand over his right knee and pressed a kiss to the opposite hip. “Good. Now, how would you like to try this?” I grabbed the black prostate massager and held it up. I shook it at him and grinned, aware of the tremble that swept through him. “I’m going to use this to make you nearly pass out with pleasure, Lovebug, and then I’m going to take it out and fuck you until you do pass out. How does that sound? Color?”
He panted, lips shiny with spit. “ Yes , Husband. Yes. Please. Green. Green , Daddy. Matt. Green.”
I smirked. Perfect.