Come on, Ruth. This place is a house of horrors. Life is a house of horrors. You should know that better than anyone, Tom. I've always worried about you. You've-You've worried about me? Why? You avoid the truth. I mean, you want this to be Martha's Vineyard. It's never gonna be. There's no bliss waiting at the finish line. Even if there was, it would just be taken away from you.
WIDOW'S BAY | 2026 —
S01E10 ("We Hope You Enjoyed Your Time")
We will be traveling south through the hinterlands to the ruin of Ostagar , on the edges of the Korcari Wilds . The Tevinter Imperium built Ostagar long ago to prevent the Wilders from invading the northern lowlands . It's fitting we make our stand here , even if we face a different foe within that forest .
This blight must be stopped here and now . If it spreads to the north , Ferelden will fall .
Summary: In an exclusive LA hotel, you and your sugar daddy (aka Colby Brock, YouTuber) find yourselves immersed in luxury and desire.
Rating: EXPLICIT! Tags: use of toys [vibrator], dirty talking, possessive behavior, daddy kink, bondage, dominant and submissive behavior and dynamics, hair pulling, choking, cock warming, safe sex.
To note: Y/N is around the same age as Colby in this.
“Sippin' on vodka, let's go hit the slopes
Drippin' in Prada, get caught up in the snow
Bonnie and Clyde, you know I carry a knife
You should be scared for your life
You know I don't play nice
Ooh, mami, this a new 'Rari
Hit one-fifty on the dash, I bent the corner
Now, now bend it for me sideways, uh
I might have to fuck her on the highway”
- Oh Mami by Chase Atlantic featuring Maggie Lindemann
The balcony felt like another world, suspended above Los Angeles, and it echoed with the sounds of Y/N's moans. The hotel itself was decadence embodied with velvet curtains falling like shadows, chandeliers dripping gold light, and artwork in heavy gilded frames watching from the walls. Even the furniture seemed haunted by what Colby had already done to Y/N, bending her over its glossy surface hours before.
Inside, the bar gleamed with alcoholic bottles. Colby had pried them open with a wicked grin, pouring edge and heat into the night until everything blurred into something feral and sweet. It was luxury twisted into sin, and Colby thrived in that space.
He leaned lazily against the balcony rail, leather hugging his body like it was made for him. He wore a black jacket, tighter pants, and the glint of Gucci at his waist. But the clothes weren’t what held Y/N captive. It was the look. The way his ocean-blue eyes locked onto hers and refused to let her go. The way a single flick of his wrist promised ownership.
“A night like this,” Colby said, casual but dangerous, “calls for more than ordinary fun.”
His grin cut sharper as the toy nestled against Y/N’s panties came alive, buzzing to life. The vibration hit her clit instantly, pulling a gasp from her lips that she smothered with her teeth.
Colby saw. He always saw. His fingers brushed hers, deliberate, grazing across the Cartier rings he’d bought her. He adored watching her wear his money, his brand etched onto her hands in jewels and gold.
“Let’s kick it up a notch,” he murmured, smooth as smoke.
The world shrank to just them: the hum between her thighs, the heat of his gaze, the moon caught in the corner of his grin. Colby leaned in, his breath sliding over her ear, tongue flicking her lobe before a low growl whispered against her skin:
“Beautiful. My little angel.”
His hands claimed her ass, nudging her until the toy pressed deeper, making her tremble. She arched into it without thought, chasing the relief of friction. Then the vibrations cut off, and the silence burned.
Colby smirked, eyes alight. “Run.” His voice was velvet-wrapped steel. “Run, baby.”
Y/N bolted, heels clicking across immaculate floors, pulse wild. She slipped into the bedroom, stripped of her shoes, and perched on the bed. Her dress slid high up her thighs, baring skin like bait. She waited. Watched the door. Nothing.
Then the vibrator lit up again, stronger this time. A cry burst out of her, head thrown back, body arching helplessly.
A laugh, deep and amused, slid through the room.
Colby stood in the doorway, shirt gone, lean muscle tattooed in shadow. Jeans hung low on his hips to highlight the smooth skin of his dangerous 'V' muscles, his cock already straining against the fabric. He leaned there, arms folded, eyes dark as they devoured her unraveling body.
The toy thrummed harder. Y/N’s fingers clawed the sheets, her thighs trembling as arousal dripped down her folds.
“Colby—”
The bed dipped beside her before she could finish, his weight pressing into the mattress. Her hand shot out, clawing at his thigh, needing him closer.
He chuckled darkly. “So needy.” His mouth crushed hers, and she opened instantly, drowning in him. Whiskey, leather, Colby. His hand tangled in her hair, anchoring her as he stole the sound from her throat.
“Fuck,” he whispered against her lips, kissing her again, softer this time. “Look at you. All mine.”
“Yours,” she breathed. And he swallowed it whole with another kiss.
His hand slid under her dress, fingers climbing her thigh until her muscles seized. His lips left trails of heat down her jaw, her neck, biting, sucking, marking her with little bruises that would still sting in the morning. His grip on her ass shifted her against his jeans, and he groaned low as her wetness soaked through the denim.
“So fucking good,” he growled into her ear.
“Colby—,” The plea came out wrecked.
His only answer was to rip her panties off in one sharp motion. The sound tore through the air, leaving her bare and gasping.
Then he was gone.
Y/N blinked, dazed, watching as he strode to his suitcase. He already knew what he wanted. Toys. Ropes. His cock straining against his jeans. Her body shifted restlessly on the bed, the ache unbearable, fingers slipping down between her thighs to soothe it.
Colby’s growl thundered through the room when he caught her. In two strides, he was on her, hand clamping around her wrist and yanking it away.
“Bad girl,” he cooed, voice soft, dangerous.
“Please, Colby,” she whispered, wild-eyed, desperate.
He only shook his head, binding her wrists with silk, tying them tight to the headboard. The fabric bit just enough to remind her she was his.
“You said no toys,” she managed, bratty through the haze.
“I lied.” His smirk was sharp enough to cut.
“Piece of shit,” she muttered.
His nails dug into her thighs. “Language.”
He lowered his mouth toward her cunt, blowing softly against slick folds until she whimpered. His grin widened. The toy pressed back against her clit, buzzing mercilessly, tracing lazy circles over her swollen flesh.
“So hungry already,” he teased to her cunt.
“Please, daddy…” The word broke from her lips before she could stop it.
That was all he needed. His dominance snapped into place like iron.
“On your hands and knees,” he ordered.
Y/N obeyed instantly, trembling as she presented herself with wrists bound and body bared.
Colby’s hand slid down her spine, savoring every curve before spreading her thighs wider. He prepped her with lube, fingers working her open until she was panting into the sheets, gasping for more. His teeth grazed her neck, sucking another mark into her skin as she whined.
“Always wanted to fuck you in that little Gucci dress,” he mused against her throat. “Always wanted to ruin hotel sheets with our cum and let someone else clean up the mess.”
She shivered, cunt clenching around his fingers, dripping for him.
Colby spanked her ass lightly, pulling his fingers free. “I wanna fill this hole.”
Her whine was feral, hips bucking back, begging.
The condom tore open with a snap, the slick sound of it rolling down his cock echoing between them.
“Ready?” he asked, careful but dark.
“Yes—fuck!”
Colby shoved into her in one slow, merciless thrust. Heat and tightness clamped around him, dragging a groan from his chest. He bottomed out, buried to the hilt, and stayed there just to watch her squirm.
His hand slid up her spine, into her hair, twisting. He yanked her upright, tied wrists dangling, body molded against his chest.
She panted, drooling, lost in headspace, her trust written in every trembling line of her body.
Colby wrapped an arm around her waist and began to move in long, deep thrusts that punched the breath from her lungs. Each one a claim, each one a promise.
“Don’t cum till I tell you to,” he snarled into her ear.
Y/N dropped to her elbows, Colby’s grip hard on her hips as he fucked her mercilessly. The sounds of their bodies filled the room: skin slapping, breathless moans, Colby’s low groans vibrating against her spine.
“You won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” he promised, voice feral.
“Colby,” she cried, repeating his name like a prayer.
His hand circled her throat, choking her lightly, forcing her upright again. Her vision dotted, her mouth fell open, and Colby growled at how perfect she looked unraveling in his hands.
“Close,” she whined. “Please, daddy…”
“Almost,” he grunted, hips slamming harder. “So fucking good. My girl.”
“Colby—”
“Five,” he started counting, pace brutal.
Her cunt clenched.
“Four.” He twisted her head, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss.
“Three.” He pulled back, foreheads pressed together, groaning into her mouth.
“Two.” His hips lost rhythm, chasing his own high.
“Cum for me, baby. One.”
Y/N shattered with a scream, walls clamping around him as her body convulsed. Colby followed, groaning into her skin, cock twitching inside the condom as he spilled into her.
“All yours,” he whispered, holding her tight as she trembled through aftershocks.
They collapsed together onto the sheets, tangled and messy. His weight pressed half over her, still inside her, hands loosening the ties without pulling away.
“So good,” he murmured into her hair, kissing her temple. “Gonna spoil you rotten after this.”
She hummed weakly, still floating, and Colby stayed with her, stroking her down from headspace. Later, there would be a bath. Gifts. More pleasure. But for now, she was his, undone in silk ropes and sweat, luxury turned into ruin.
