Open to: F (fc and muse must be 21+)
Plot: Your muse had agreed to marry one of the wealthiest men in Europe knowing exactly what he was. It’s been weeks since they tied the knot and he’s clearly done waiting for his wife to show him some affection. She’s one of the few that has seen his softer side, one of even less that knows his real name. But is she willing to finally trust him?
There were many facets to Teague, most of which were secrets and more than most were buried in lies. To know the truth about the U.K.’s infamous Kingpin, you had to be let in and he didn’t let anyone in. His life had changed dramatically in the last five years when one of his contracted pets got pregnant and didn’t have an abortion. Though the contract involved a complete financial responsibility on the woman, his attachment to this particular pet resulted in some softening by the time his daughter, Thea Sofia, was born. So, what had been a pristine exterior with no visible connection to the ‘real world’ by outside eyes changed. Thea was Teague’s reason for opening up to something mildly more permanent, but in his world he still couldn’t be bothered to date and when the opportunity rose to take something precious from clients that wronged him, he saw this as another contract. Of course, that ‘something’ just happened to be a someone.
When his cronies brought her to him, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do with the pretty face. He didn’t start a mess, but he knew how to end it. Teague had agreed to keep her under lock and key at his Birmingham estate, where he tasked her with being Thea’s ‘nanny’. He watched her with Thea, initially to make sure his daughter was safe, and slowly realizing she could be a good mother to his daughter. So a new plan was put in place, marry her and solve a problem the Medici way. The thought alone amused him, but he liked the idea of Thea having a mother that wasn’t a waste of space and, sadly for Thea, there wouldn’t be love lost over the change of dynamics. When it came to his own needs, whether the young woman gave in now or later, he didn’t see it as optional but knew that he’d never force himself on someone. There were still his little pets to entertain him if the wife couldn’t.
He wasn’t surprised she agreed to marry him and have whomever she was connected to cleared of debts that would’ve cost them their lives. Settling back in Birmingham, work calming down from a few days of his absence for the wedding- to which she became one of a handful of people to learn his real name was Tarquin ‘Quin’ Kade Watson, not Tarquin Teague. A truth that, if shared would cost her all of her remaining breath. Teague expected her to try and run off again, but he hadn’t visited any of his pets and saw the situation with her as just another agreement. Feelings never came early with him, he could be in a sexual agreement with a pet for years and never use a word other than ‘fond’ for his ‘feelings’ because he was always focused on fulfilling his sexual needs. His expectations for this marriage seemed to be much the same.
Despite what his wife clearly thought of him as they’d had their first row on their wedding night, he hadn’t brought the ropes, handcuffs, riding crops, or any other toys. He’d wanted to enter into this new contract and uncharted territory as a fair trade off for what she wanted, to meet both their needs. Not having sex, however, wasn’t an option. As the weeks went by, the desire to be fair to her needs had given way. Again, he’d never forced himself on her, but the days had gone by with his buying her gifts and waking up to her in his arms, he couldn’t help but be optimistic that things were turning around. If she wouldn’t show him what she wanted, Teague decided, he would show her his own interests. “Don’t.” He’d told her flatly as his blue eyes studied her movement out of the claw foot tub, stopping her from grabbing her robe or a towel. Teague was already by the door and he casually shut it even though he knew Thea wouldn’t come running back into their room at this hour.
With his phone in his hand, Teague messaged one of security to make sure everyone kept out of their north wing of the estate barring any life threatening emergencies. Then, he put on casual lo-fi that echoed quietly through the master room’s mounted speakers, the sort of music he enjoyed to help him focus, and left his phone on the dresser by the door as he crossed the room to his wife. “You’re going to do as you’re told tonight, no more running. If you fight, you’re only going to make this hard for yourself and I want you to understand that it’s not what I want for you.”
The man moved to the armoire and opened a drawer within. It was lined with various items, all toys that he knew well, but he didn’t spare a glance at his wife to see if she was looking over his shoulder. They’d hardly talked enough for him to know if she was a virgin. The four silky ropes he pulled out of the drawer were new and Teague had specifically chosen them for her. Each braided rope matched one of the colors he’d noticed in her eyes. The bundles of rope were lined up on the bed and he summoned her to stand in front of him with a singled fingered gesture. Teague wasn’t one for letting people disobey him. If she chose to run this time, he’d not only have security carry her back, but he’d punish her with a riding crop so every movement for the next week would remind her to behave and that commanding nature was now written on his face while he watched her, waiting for her to come to him. Despite the palpable tension in the room, his actual thoughts were on the harness he was thinking of designing for her, a heart shaped harness that complimented the angles of her face while allowing him to grab and hold on to her.
The man was already anxious to see his wife in it, but the process alone of binding her was one meant to show care and tenderness. Teague found himself surprisingly anxious about potentially being married to someone who plainly wanted vanilla missionary position sex. He took absolutely no pleasure in a mundane bedroom, but he was also loyal to a fault. It was part of the reason he’d not met with any of his pets since they were married- despite the pent up sexual frustration this caused him. Standing in front of her, three piece suit custom tailored and his hair perfectly placed, the stoic man met her gaze and started the evening with a softer question into what he planned to show her tonight. “Have you heard of Shibari?”
The Carlo family had gotten in over their heads. So what else was new? The wanna be crime syndicate had never exactly been good at their hare-brained attempts to get rich quick. And this time, it seemed, they’d made some powerful enemies. So powerful, in fact, that Flossie had offered herself up as a bargaining chip - the few members of her family that Floss cared for would be ensured their safety. In return, she would work for Teague, working as a nanny. (And thankfully not as a cook or a maid, because the woman didn’t know the first thing about keeping house.)
At least, that had been the arrangement, until something altogether...different was offered to her. ‘Offered’ might have been too strong of a word. She would have been a fool to turn down a life of ostensible luxury, a life with the child she had come to care quite deeply for, a life with more opportunities than she ever could have managed back home, even with her effervescent smile and sharp mind. Not to mention, the clean slate offered to the Carlos - though the pessimist in her was certain they’d find themselves in hot water again. At least she had secured the safety of her aunt and nieces with her current arrangement. (The Carlo patriarchs, she was certain, were far too hard headed to walk away from petty crime no matter what deal she managed to broker on their behalf.)
Had the two met under different circumstances, Flossie wouldn’t have hesitated to make a pass at Teague. The man was as intelligent as he was handsome, with an unexpected gentleness Floss was one of very few to get to see when he interacted with Thea. But for a year, he had been her boss. And now, though she technically found herself in the role of “wife”, Flossie had been hesitant to truly behave as though they were married. In part, because she feared that physical intimacy between the two might lead to something more - a genuine connection. And anything genuine in his world, Floss had learned, did little more than make you vulnerable. And yet...when she moved to lift her fair frame from the tub as Teague made his interest, the soft yet commanding tone of his voice stirred something in her, an auburn eyebrow arched curiously as she stood naked before her husband for the first time. Every soft and supple detail of her pallid form was on display, from the rosy hue of her nipples to the well kept patch of copper curls styled into the shape of a heart between her thighs.
“Yes...” she spoke with hesitation, sizing him and the situation up the way she always did. Though her heart was racing, she attempted to act in that same casual, uninterested way she so often did with him. A behavior, she’d found, that seemed to make his blood surge - with anger or arousal, she couldn’t be sure. She wrung out her hair across one shoulder, water rolling down her body, and she swallowed before she spoke, lips curling upward in a small smirk as she posed a question she already knew the answer to. “Have you been hoping I’d tie you up?”