“Are you close, Ava?” Quin asked, knowing she was.
“Yes!” she cried.
“Would like permission to come?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Not yet.”
Quin needed another minute.
After several hours of play time with Quin’s wide range of toys, he’d decided he’d allow Blake to pleasure Ava with his talented tongue.
All three of them were on the giant bed. Ava on her back, tied to posts, unable to move. Blake was face down in her pussy, teasing her mercilessly. Neither of them was allowed to come without permission.
Blake was propped on his knees with his fine-looking ass in the air. A fine-looking ass that was currently full of Quin’s cock.
He’d probably tortured the duo for long enough and was already growing tired of the scene. Time for things to be moved along.
Quin spoke, allowing his power to crawl over their skin, overwhelming their senses.
“As soon as I release inside Blake, you both have permission to let go.”
Ava whimpered as Blake thumbed her clit and licked up and down her cleft. Quin lowered his torso to meet Blake’s back. He reached around and got a hand on the male’s phallus.
He started a tempo sure to satisfy them both.
Quin hammered in and out, chasing down completion. When he felt the stirring at the base of his spine, he quickened his hand’s movement.
“Ah, yes. Take it, Blake,” he bit out, erupting inside the nymph.
Blake, who’d barely been holding back, came all over the bed. Caught up in his own pleasure, he’d paused his ministrations on Ava.
Quin withdrew and went to the shower, leaving Blake to finish his job with Ava.
As he stood under the water, he felt better, but the restlessness wasn’t completely gone. Shit.
He could hear Blake and Ava, who sounded like she was getting pounded hard and he didn’t want to hang around for the happy ending. He washed, rinsed, and dried fast.
Quin glanced at the bed when he walked to the closet. Blake had apparently untied her and now had her bent over the bed.
It was hot, and the sex hormones smelled great, but Quin no longer wanted to participate.
After dressing and returning to the main room, the two were still going at it. He must have overdone it with his power.
“I’ll be back in an hour,” he said on his way out. “You know what to do with clean-up.”
Blake gave a nod, not once breaking his rhythm. The nymph was talented and could go on forever. But Quin wanted his room to himself when he returned.
Quin went down to the bar and was surprised at how busy it was for a Wednesday night. He ordered a scotch, determined to dull his senses one way or another.
Drink in hand, he went to the small table in the corner. He didn’t feel like socializing quite yet, but he did enjoy people-watching.
Looking around the room, he saw the back of a familiar head in a booth. His brother, Eriq, was back in town.
Choosing to not be a total asshole by ignoring family, Quin grabbed his drink and strode to the booth. He was not at all surprised to see a female with raven hair bobbing her head up and down in Eriq’s lap. Fucker was getting head in the bar.
While acceptable, Quin wasn’t inclined to watch Eriq train the new girl, which was his specialty and one of his main roles at Shadow, Inc.
Quin shook his head after Eriq finally noticed him standing there.
“Q!” he blurted in surprise. “Hey. Have a seat,” he motioned across from him.
“I think I’ll wait until you’re finished.”
“No, no. Sit.”
Eriq grabbed the female’s hair and pulled her head back.
“Thank you, Lucy. I am pleased with your work, but I’d like to have a minute with my brother. Why don’t you go find Amelia and ask her if you can finish with Adam?”
“Yes, Sir,” she purred.
Quin rolled his eyes. Eriq loved his job as House Dom. It was the one thing he was really good at. Every girl he trained came out submissive as shit.
However, Club Shadow catered to all types, so they needed some of the employees to be dominate. The applicants with such tendencies were never given to Eriq for training.
Quin studiously ignored Eriq as he stuffed his junk back in his jeans. He wondered how many in the bar were now disappointed they’d be missing the show.
“When did you get back?” Quin asked.
“Yesterday.”
“And you didn’t call?” Quin teased.
“Sorry, I was too busy with work. Demand is high, and Amelia is hiring several new females.”
“Yes, always at work, aren’t you?” Quin grinned.
“Hell yeah,” Eriq said, flashing the dimple that made him look so innocent.
Quin knew better. Eriq might be a lover and not a fighter on the surface, but the dickhead was dangerous. He’d inherited a power from their grandfather he had no business wielding.
Thankfully, Eriq was a control freak and rarely acted out.
“Are you here for the auction?” Eriq asked, eying his brother. It wasn’t really Quin’s style. Surely, he wouldn’t pull one of these girls into a threesome?
“What auction?” Quin’s focus had been on one thing this week. He hadn’t been paying attention to the club’s schedule.
“Vendita di Innocenza. We’ve three going up on the block tonight.”
Sale of Innocence. A godsdamned virginity auction. Just to attend one, members had to cough up ten grand.
They always brought in large sums of cash and everything was done consensually, but Quin took issue with some of the men who typically bid.
Well, one in particular. Cosmo. His preference was for those who were untouched or who looked extremely young. It was disturbing.
Here at the club, he behaved and followed the rules. None of the girls had complained aside from being left hanging. Cosmo was a selfish bastard and probably got off on denying gratification.
Quin had heard rumors Cosmo’s activities outside Club Shadow were starting to toe the line between consensual and consensual because of coercion.
Cosmo was famous for buying up immortals’ debts, especially those who had pretty, young daughters willing to do anything for their families.
There had never been any proof, of course, and most families would never let it be known they’d pimped out one of their daughters. So, Quin hadn’t said much.
His gut told him the greasy bastard was here tonight and Quin couldn’t stomach the idea of Cosmo taking anything from one of those females.
“Are you working it?” Quin asked.
“No. Amelia is MC tonight. I’m here to deal with everything while she works the auction.”
“I’ll want to be there.”
“Why?” Eriq didn’t think it was such a good idea, especially tonight.
If Q bid and won, Eriq might have to intervene when it was over. He loved his brother, but he didn’t trust what sort of scene Quin thought would be appropriate for a female’s first time.
He wouldn’t hurt her, but he always had another person involved when he fucked a female. Quin would feel a tremendous amount of guilt if he pushed one past her boundaries.
Trust was important during intimate acts, even if it was just fucking. No one knew that better than Quin, who still hadn’t answered Eriq.
“Q?” he prompted
“Take the attendance fee from my account. There’s more than enough.”
“That’s not the issue and you know it. Why do you want to attend?”
Quin stood, setting his tumbler down on the table a little more forcefully than intended.
“I don’t know. Call it morbid curiosity. Just make it happen.”
He rapped his knuckles on the table then left, leaving Eriq to ponder what in the hell had gotten into his big brother.