Quin grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted more onto his swollen cock, stroking it as he looked down at his beautiful Little Fawn.
Vanessa was currently face down on their bed. Her arms restrained, secured to the headboard with soft cuffs he’d had installed while they were in Miami.
Her ass was up in the air, legs spread wide. He’d just filled her pussy with his come, not allowing her to climax.
She whined in frustration, but he promised it would be better if she was desperate for release.
This was their first night in their Charleston home, and he was determined to have her in every way. He was also determined to make her very agreeable to his demands.
Quin squirted some of the lube onto the top of the crevice between her cheeks. She jolted, and he smacked her ass.
“Don’t move, Vanessa.”
She snorted, and he spanked her again. He loved her honest reactions, but he was going to fuck her tiny hole tonight and he didn’t want it to hurt.
“Whose ass is this, Vanessa?”
“It’s yours, Big Guy.”
“Quin. Stop calling me Big Guy in bed.”
“Ten-four.”
“Damnit, Vanessa,” Quin laughed. He couldn’t help it. She was too adorable.
“Sorry, Quin. I’ll be serious now. Seriously.”
He was glad she couldn’t see his face, which was fighting a smile, while he shook his head.
Quin smeared the lube down and around her tight bud, pushing his thumb in and out about half an inch to get some of the lube inside.
Vanessa groaned. The bastard hadn’t let her come earlier and she wanted to so badly.
She’d been able to take two fingers their second night together. In Miami, he’d tried a variety of plugs. All of them had felt wonderful.
She’d tried to get him to go ahead with what he wanted, but he insisted on preparing her.
Quin was an anal sweetheart. She laughed inside her head, not wanting another spanking. She’d ruined the moment enough as it was.
Vanessa closed her eyes, giving herself over to the feeling of her lover’s hands.
The longer he touched her, the more excited she became. She rocked slightly, knowing he wouldn’t want her to move, but unable to prevent it.
“My Little Fawn likes this, doesn’t she?”
“Yes.”
Quin knelt behind her and put the blunt head of his cock at her back entrance.
“Breath out while you push back.”
Vanessa exhaled and pushed out towards the heat behind her. His head effortlessly slipped inside. She knew it would.
Quin pushed further in, then paused, allowing her to adjust to his size.
“Ah, love, you’re so fucking tight. Are you ready for more?”
“Please. It feels amazing.”
His fingers dug into her hips, pleased with her response. His hips propelled forward, and he found a steady rhythm.
Quin leaned forward. One hand wound around her to find her clit. He didn’t tease as he’d intended. She was too worked up.
“Tell me you love me, Vanessa.”
“I fucking love you, Quin.”
He bit her trapezoid, then licked overtop of the mark. She whimpered.
Quin’s heart was full. She was perfect. She was the other half of his soul. He’d bind her to him for eternity.
“Marry me,” he suddenly demanded.
“What?” she whispered.
“Say it. Say you’ll marry me.”
He hadn’t really planned on proposing like this. It wasn’t the most romantic way to do it, but fuck it. He wanted an answer.
“Vanessa,” he snarled, frantic for her to say she would.
He pressed hard into her clit with his fingertip and slammed his cock all the way in, retreating then doing it again.
“Yes!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, finally coming after his cock after hours of torture.
“Yesyesyesyesyes,” she recited into the pillow.
Her words did him in. He spilled his seed inside her virgin ass, feeling her contractions draw it out of him.
When they both were spent, he pulled out and flipped her over, kissing the shit out of her.
Vanessa giggled at his playful enthusiasm.
“You said yes. You can’t take it back.”
“Never,” she said, feeling abruptly serious. “I’ll never take it back. I love you. I’m yours.”
Quin smiled.
“But your timing could use some work.”
He laughed.
“Balls deep in your ass not all that romantic, eh?”
“No, I meant you didn’t hold out very long. Got a little excited in there, did ya?”
Vanessa barely got out the words because she was laughing so hard at her own joke.
Quin’s face blanked for a second. Realizing she was making fun of him, he ruthlessly tickled her, and she screeched like a hyena.
Perfect. She was fucking perfect.
He’d give her a better proposal this weekend.
* * *
Aphrodite rolled her eyes. Though pleased with the match she’d made, she’d never understand the lure of this sassy girl’s ridiculous jokes.
But the Fates had assured her it was what super-serious Quin needed, so she’d rolled with it. He did look happy, which was all she wanted.
She disappeared, off to help the next little bugger. This one was going to be trouble, she just knew it.