I undressed as I enjoyed the show, and he turned his head to watch.
“So fucking hot,” he murmured, words slurred as if he were drunk.
I climbed onto the bed, crawling until I could straddle his legs and press my cock against the seam of his ass. I leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of his torso.
He shook his head. “No, please.”
I teased him, working my hips. He was slick with lube, and it would be so easy to slip inside his already stretched hole, but I had patience. I knew eventually I would have all of him.
He struggled under me, trying to free himself, but I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed.
He fought me harder. “You promised you wouldn’t… Please…”
I’d enjoyed his earlier fear of my power, but this fear was too sharp, too real. I leaned over him, running my tongue along the shell of his ear. “Trust me. I don’t break my word.”
I felt him shiver under me, but he quit fighting.
“I want you to know what you’re missing.” I worked my hips again, sliding my cock between his ass cheeks. Seconds later, he started working his hips against the bed again. “You’re still not allowed to come until I tell you.”
“Can’t,” he whined. “Can’t hold back.”
“Yes, you can.” I lifted myself onto my hands and knees. “Turn over.”
He continued to work himself against the bed. I slapped his ass hard enough to make him cry out. That had him scrambling to obey me.
When he was on his back, I lowered myself once again, lining our cocks up so mine stroked over his. Henri gasped and arched up, trying to get more friction. I took hold of his hips and pushed them to the bed. “I’m controlling this.”
“Please… Please let me come.”
I didn’t respond. I just kept working myself against him. The pleasure was intense, and I wasn’t going to last much longer. I let go of his hips, pinning his wrists again. He wrapped his legs around me and worked his cock against mine in the same fierce rhythm I was using.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” I asked. “Barely able to hold on?”
“Y-yes. Please.”
I sat back, and he whimpered, reaching for me, trying to pull me back down by tugging with his legs. I let go of his wrists and clamped my hands around his inner thighs, pushing them to the bed before I took his cock in my hand.
“Watch what I do to you.” I worked him faster and faster as he squirmed and begged. “Come for me now.” He arched up one final time and began to shoot, covering his chest with pulse after pulse of cum.
When he relaxed against the mattress, thoroughly spent, I took my own cock in my hand and raised up onto my knees. Seconds later, I covered him with my own spunk. He was a fucked-out mess, and I loved it.
I ran my fingers through the combined stickiness and held them up to his mouth.
He accepted them with no hesitation, lapping at my fingers, running his tongue in between them, and sucking them as hard as he had my cock earlier.
6
Remington
“That was fucking beautiful.” I believed in giving praise when it was due.
“Thank you,” he said, the words shaky. “You really wore me out.”
I glanced at the clock; it was nearly five a.m.
“I’ll clean you up, then you can get some sleep.”
“Wait,” he said, blinking as if trying to focus. “You want me to sleep here?”
“What was our bargain?”
“That I would stay until at least noon, but I thought…”
“You need to sleep, and that’s what you’re going to do.”
“Yes, sir.” Henri was mostly asleep by the time I came back with a warm, wet washcloth. I cleaned him up and tucked him into bed. He rolled over on his side and curled into a fetal position. I longed to spoon around him and run my fingers through his fiery hair, but I had business to attend to.
I showered quickly, dressed, and found Henri’s phone in his pants. There was no wallet, but I found a driver’s license and cash between the phone and case. I texted one of my security personnel who was standing guard outside and told him to come in and make sure Henri didn’t leave. Then I headed to my office.
I needed to check in. I didn’t dare bother my father at this hour. I would only do that in an emergency. My brothers, Lancelot and Corbin, might be sleeping, might be awake, might be drunk off their asses, but I didn’t care. They were going to have to get used to listening to me now that my father was mostly retired from running the family business.
Our cousin Dax played almost as big a role as I did in our organization, so I summoned him as well. He and his brother, Ambrose, were twins. Their mom was Pop’s sister and their dad had disappeared before they’d been born. They’d been raised to join the family business, but Ambrose had joined the army at eighteen instead. When he came home, he retreated to a shack in the bayou that had belonged to his father, and I rarely saw him unless I needed his particular skill set.
While I waited for all those assholes to arrive, I called Blackjack. He was a dealer for high-stakes games at a casino that was beholden to my family. In his spare time, he dealt in information. His computer skills were legendary. I gave him the info I had on Henri and told him to find everything he could. I expected results within the hour. I was anxious to know Henri wasn’t a spy so I could keep him.
Lancelot, the middle brother of the three of us, arrived first, and as usual, he was in the company of
