The Red Wing Mansion

The Pearl Wing Mansion : Chapter Sixteen

Alix's POV

After we came together, Claudius left a trail of hot and slow kisses up the valley of my breasts as he pulled off and then moved away from the couch, disappearing back into the bedroom without saying a word. He had large closets back there, I hadn't explored much but I figured he would have a lot of hidden toys for BDSM clubs and such.

I stretch my arms above me, my core warm and throbbing, my inner thighs tingling. I wanted more and Fontaine was delivering everything I craved.

Warm, sweet, gentle love. From the man.

I lay my cheek on the edge of the soft couch as Claudius reappears, still naked, skin straining over his aching incubus body. He could be glowing with lust actually, his veins almost sparkle with red lava, a light source all on its own. Bayux was within, keeping the man alive, knowing Claudius could seduce his victims easily. A good pairing, really... Claudius' blue eyes trail over me as he walks into view, the light only coming from the moon. It's not much, even as the rain eases a little.

Dangling from his finger is a pair of black fluffy hand cuffs, hanging from a chain link. I could imagine them dangling from a mirror in a car, which is a little funny, but then I see the other thing. In his other hand, my Dom holds a large vibrator.

This has me moving from lounging like a cat to sitting upright in a hurry, "Claudius, I don't think you need to use that," I blurt this, if I had any experience with pleasure during this lifetime, it was self-pleasure and I had a secret vibrator at home. I always thought of them as for my own use because they could be so powerful... honestly, an incubus didn't need one. Is my point. Like, in the hands of a sex demon it was an instrument of torture, really.

That seemed like a – huh – a dangerous combination. I rub my sweaty palms on my knees, then up and down my thighs as I sit at attention.

"It's only Fontaine or Sir, darling," Claudius doesn't even sound pissed as he stays in the kitchen. His sweetness almost makes my skin crawl in warning not to trust it, "Try again."

Hmm... but he's being very patient tonight.

With the lights off and the night shadows covering some of our nakedness, I feel a little more safe from any insecurities too.

Fontaine turns the vibrator on and the noise makes me jump a little as it couples with more distant thunder, the worst of the storm now passed.

I gulp down the fear I hold for my clit as I tap my fingertips along my skin, trying not to be distracted by Claudius' perfect physique. He's just waiting by the bench where our mess still remains, even his lean to the side as he places his hand on the corner of the counter is sexy. Then my eyes wander over his hard cut abs, to the v of his hips...

Focus, Alix.

Do what the Dom wants.

I try to rephrase my concern more politely to my sex demon possessed husband, "Fontaine, you're quite adept at making me cum. Your presence alone makes me very happy," I smile but I'm sure it doesn't dispel the fear in my eyes.

"Show me how happy you are," Claudius motions to my thighs and I automatically recline back into the comfy couch as I lift my knees up and spread my legs, pressing the soles of my feet together as I spread myself with my fingers. Our cream leaks out of me, my clit under my finger.

"See?" I whisper, "You're enough."

"If I'm enough to make you so wet, then you'd think you'd obey your husband without question... but you don't, you're ungrateful," Fontaine walks to me, vibrator still on, as he just stands over the couch and casually presses it to my clit as he looms over me, holding my eye, "I like some things about the 21st century," he's having way too much fun! I slip my fingers away as my eyes flicker from the head of the vibrator to Fontaine's smokey eyes, which check on my progress. Well, fuckity. Time to beg, because that vibrator is already accelerating things way too fast.