Quin parked instead of using the valet. He didn’t like other people’s hands on Tina—the name his brothers had jokingly given the Tesla after seeing Quin treat it better than any female he’d been seen with. Well, any female since her.
Since Josette.
He was such a wuss. He didn’t even want to say her name in his head. One would think, after a century of licking his wounds, he’d be over it by now.
He wasn’t.
Quin rearranged himself, so he could walk inside the club. As he approached the front door, he admired the scenery. It was something straight out of a movie.
Nothing about Club Shadow gave away its secret. It was a social club to the outside world, situated on a plantation-looking estate not far from downtown Charleston.
It was the perfect place to hide it.
The large door opened before he reached it and Amelia, the siren who ran the club, smiled from behind the hostess’ podium. It looked like the sort of thing found in a restaurant, but, instead of tracking tables and servers, she was tracking rooms, guests, and employees.
Quin nodded at the security guard standing inconspicuously off to the side of the door before greeting Amelia. Security was all over the manor.
It was a precautionary expense Quin had refused to budge on and his siblings didn’t fight him. They knew why he was so adamant and readily agreed.
He kissed both of Amelia’s cheeks, as he always did when saying hello to her.
“Your suite is ready, Q.”
“Thank you, my lady,” he replied, heading for the stairs.
“You’ve been here an awful lot lately.”
Quin looked over his shoulder and shrugged. What was he going to say? His libido had taken over his life?
“Just blowing off steam, doll. You know how it is.”
“I do, indeed. Enjoy your evening.”
Quin tipped his head and continued his path. He was already rock-hard again. His balls tightened, excited, knowing he wouldn’t have to take care of himself this time. Knowing the person tugging on them would have a painful grip, as was his preference.
His door was open and Blake, one of his usual choices, was standing in the center of the room awaiting instructions. His lack of clothing would save time.
For the majority of Quin’s life, he’d only been with females. He’d had a taste, here and there, when sharing a partner, but he’d never fucked a male.
It wasn’t until Shadow, Inc. had started running clubs, to cater to their insatiable appetites, that he’d decided he wanted to try. He had a newfound desire to be extremely rough and believed a male body could better handle his whims.
Quin still took on women, but when he did, there was always a male involved. It lessened his anxiety over being with a woman again.
He walked up to Blake, shutting the door behind him with his telekinesis. Blake loved when Quin did things to his body without using his hands. But that would have to happen later. Quin was desperate again.
“On your knees, Blake.”
Blake dropped to the floor, licking his lips.
“Remove my shoes and socks.”
As Blake carried out the order, Quin shrugged out of this jacket and let it drop. He undid his tie and made quick work of his shirt.
“Now my pants and boxers,” he commanded.
Blake teasingly rubbed the front of Quin’s slacks before getting the belt lose. He slowly pulled it out from the loops and placed it next to his knees on the floor.
Blake had a fondness for the belt. Quin used it on him occasionally, but only after Blake begged.
“Don’t tease, Blake,” Quin warned, releasing some of his power.
Blake was a nymph—and immortal like Quin. This meant persuasion didn’t work on his mind. But it did feel good against his skin. Quin sneered as Blake’s cock hardened.
“I want this first one to be fast.”
Blake shuddered, knowing he would be rewarded for his efforts.
He jerked down Quin’s pants and underwear, the enormous erection springing free. It was so long, it almost reached Quin’s belly button.
Blake grabbed it at the base with one hand and cupped Quin’s balls with the other. He rolled his tongue around the tip, dipping it slightly into the meatus.
“Fuck,” Quin gritted. He both loved and hated the teasing. “Careful, Blake. You’re asking for punishment.”
Blake’s eyes smoldered. The little devil wanted a punishment. Quin grabbed the head of hair below him.
“Open your mouth wide and relax your throat.”
Blake did and Quin, using his hold on Blake’s hair, brought the younger male’s head forward. He could feel his throat swallow once the crown touched the back wall.
Yes. This was so much better than spanking it in the car.
“That’s it. Stay relaxed while I fuck your mouth.”
Quin’s hips punched forward as he pulled Blake closer. Blake’s eyes watered, but he gave no sign of distress, so Quin continued.
He pumped brutally, his body tense. He would punish Blake and they would both get off on it.
“I want you to touch yourself. If you come when I do, I’ll let you invite another to join us.”
Blake began jacking off. Quin watched, getting more and more incited, looking forward to coming in Blake’s mouth.
Having a large, virile male choke down his monster cock was provocative as hell.
Quin picked up his pace, and so did Blake. They built towards their own crescendos in unison.
Blake’s body tensed, and semen spurted from the tip, landing on his hand and dripping to the floor.
“I’m going to spill down your throat and you’re going to swallow every last drop,” Quin rumbled, coming hard and fast.
Blake swallowed and rubbed Quin’s testicles, knowing it would keep him aroused. Blake wanted to keep him aroused. Quin was one of the club favorites for a reason.
When the last drop was gone, Quin pulled out of Blake’s mouth.
“Very nice,” he praised, caressing the side of Blake’s head.
He walked to the phone.
“Now, whom shall we order from room service?”
“Greta? We haven’t shared her, yet.”
Quin waved his hand, as though wiping the name out of the air.
“No redheads, Blake. And definitely no succubi.”
“Ava then.”
“Good choice,” he agreed. Ava was one of the more adventurous females. He was in a mood today and she would do nicely.