The Thing With the Fried Chicken

THE THING WITH THE FRIED CHICKEN

A VILLAINOUS V-DAY SPECIAL

Butch POV

“You look radiant as always, Chantal.”

At this point in our relationship, I usually just rolled my eyes when Xander shamelessly flirted with the willowy hostess of Ars and Invenio.

Since he only does it for the VIP treatment.

And I’m the one he goes home with.

But tonight, I couldn’t help my powers from flaring possessively when Chantal responded with flirty banter of her own while seating us at the bar.

Mine.

“You’re so cute when you get jealous, sweetheart,” Xander cooed once she glided away. “That Blue Steel stare makes me hard as a fucking rock, you know.”

“Xan!” I hissed, furtively glancing around to see if anyone overheard. “We’re in… public! ”

I knew better than to protest—and that my uncontrollable blushing was only making things worse—but my nerves were already shot.

For… reasons.

Xander chuckled before turning his attention to the drinks menu—as if he wasn’t just going to order the most expensive bourbon on the shelf.

“So, how was work today?” His tone was conversational, but I spied the way his full lips twisted.

Smirking was Xander’s signature expression, but after the extremely frustrating day I’d had, it was the last thing I wanted to see.

“Fine,” I gritted out, shifting uncomfortably on the leather bar stool and studying the menu myself.

Loud silence followed my reply, and how my body instantly reacted to it only irritated me further.

Punish me, Daddy.

“Hmm…” Xander hummed, pulling his phone out of his pocket and setting it face up on the bar. “I wouldn’t expect such an attitude from someone who was given a Valentine’s Day gift the instant they woke up this morning.”

I blew out a slow breath, willing my half-hard dick to settle down. Of course, it didn’t, because it had been half-hard all freaking day.

Because of Xander’s ‘gift.’

“Perhaps you need a reminder of how good boys should behave.”

No…

My eyes widened as Xander’s pointer finger tapped his phone screen, bringing up an app I didn’t recognize .

Nonononono…

“F-f-fu-dge,” I choked out as the heart-shaped butt plug—the gift in question that I’d been wearing since this morning—began to vibrate.

Holy fudge!!!

“Uh-uh,” Xander tutted, waggling his finger over the phone screen. “Not fudge. Fuck.”

“Fuck?” I croaked.

The vibration stopped.

Oh, no.

“That’s right, baby.” He turned on his stool to face me but kept his hand hovering over his phone. “When you act bratty, it starts, and when you swear for Daddy, it stops. Do you understand the rules?”

“Yes,” I immediately replied, even if my brain was so clouded with lust, I could barely think.

His hand twitched. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered just as the bartender appeared to take our order.

“Good boy,” Xander praised before turning to our audience. “A bottle of Mo?t, please. We’re celebrating tonight.”

“Of course.” The bartender smiled with the familiarity of someone who recognized all the regulars with deep pockets. “And what are we celebrating tonight, Mr. Marin? First Valentine’s Day?”

Xander’s smirk had me shrinking into the bar stool, which only caused the butt plug to rub my p-spot.

Here it comes …

“Oh, we’re definitely celebrating a big first tonight,” Xander chuckled, low and dark. “But the love of my life here won’t discover what until we get home.”

Fudge.

I mean… fuck.

Simply thinking the swear word made my heart rate increase exponentially, and not knowing how long Xander was going to drag this out had me sweating.

Safe to say, it will probably be a long night.

My inventus sharply glanced at me before adding, “Make that bottle to go. I just remembered we have an appointment elsewhere.”

We do?

The bartender left to grab the Mo?t while I exhaled in relief. I had no idea if Xander was responding to the emotions he could feel through our bond, or if leaving was part of his evil plan all along, but I was thankful I’d no longer be sitting on the unforgiving stool.

And that I won’t be coming in my pants in front of Chantal.

Five minutes later, we were in Xander’s Audi as he drove us across town—unhurried and decidedly not in the direction of home.

Give me strength.

“Let’s try this again,” he murmured as we stopped at a red light he definitely could have made it through if he’d tried. “How was work today, Butch?”

I briefly closed my eyes, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear. “I had to stop a robbery at Awakener’s Bay First Bank and Trust and it was… torture.”

Fighting crime with a boner is never fun .

Xander hummed again as the light turned green. “Yes. I watched your press conference with the mayor afterward. Your tight little supersuit was looking… extra tight.” His hand landed on my thigh and squeezed. “Especially around your enormous cock.”

Sugar…

“Xan!” I squirmed, unable to keep the needy whine from my voice. “Can we just go home? I’m dying here and?—”

My plea ended with a strangled sound as the plug vibrated to life once again.

“FUCK!” I shouted.

HOW DID HE EVEN TURN IT ON?!

In a flash, the punishment stopped, and his hand was back on my trembling thigh—this time with a warning squeeze.

“Good boy,” he praised, which only made me clench around the toy. “We have a quick stop to make before we can go home, and I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

I won’t survive this.

As Xander turned down another street, I realized we were back in my old neighborhood. Closing my eyes again, I silently prayed to whoever was listening that the love of my life wouldn’t be dragging me up to my mother’s condo to interact with her and Sylvano Ricci.

I definitely won’t survive that.

“Here we are!” Xander cheerfully announced. “I ordered some takeout. Won’t you be a good boy and run in to pick it up?”

Blinking open my eyes, I saw we were double-parked outside the massive front windows of the Tick Tock diner.

The site of our first date .

I shot my inventus what I knew were heart eyes before scrambling out of the car.

In and out, Butch.

Simple.

“Well, hello there, stranger!” Barb called out before violently coughing up one of her smoker’s lungs. “I was wondering when you’d be back for our famous fried chicken…”

She shuffled behind the counter to retrieve a to-go bag that smelled of greasy goodness while I vaguely wondered why Xander had ordered from here. He regularly made it clear he thought Felix’s fried chicken was far superior…

And the Sun-Mart deli is right downstairs ? —

My thoughts were interrupted when the plug turned on—at a lower setting, which was no less shocking.

“Shit!” I yelped before slapping a hand over my mouth in embarrassment.

Which stopped the vibration immediately.

Not in front of Barb, Xan!

“Are you all right?” The seasoned waitress smacked her gum and looked me over curiously.

“Y-yeah,” I stuttered, snatching the bag. “I just thought I forgot my wallet in the car.”

Barb waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, that sugar daddy of yours already paid for it. Run along and enjoy your Valentine’s Day, sweetie.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. The bell over the door was already jingling before she’d finished her sentence.

“Doesn’t that smell good…” Xander purred as I practically th rew myself into the passenger seat. “And sorry about what happened in there. Itchy trigger finger.”

Suuure…

He didn’t look sorry at all, and if I wasn’t one more buzz away from exploding, I would have said so. But I was more interested in getting home without having to lick my own cum off the Audi’s leather interior.

It has happened before.

“You’re not the only one who’s been tortured for hours.” Xander smoothly switched gears as he merged into traffic. “I’m also wearing an… accessory that has made it hard to concentrate on work today.”

What?!

“What?” I squeaked, jamming the heel of my palm against my crotch and almost sending the fried chicken to the floor. “W-what kind of accessory?”

If he’s also wearing a plug, I will explode on contact.

Xander was a natural top—which meant I was usually the one with a dick or toy in my ass—but he did occasionally bottom for me, usually as a reward.

So that can’t be the big first he was talking about earlier…

“Hands off my cock, Butch,” he warned, his lips twitching when I scrambled to put both my hands where he could see them. “Be good.”

Okay.

I can be good.

I hope…

The rest of the drive home was uneventful, if you didn’t count how Xander’s hand crept further and further up my thigh until his fingertips were brushing over my aching dick.

Begoodbegoodbegood.

By the time we parked and took the elevator up to our apartment, I was vibrating with need—no plug required.

“Put the fried chicken on the nightstand, sweetheart,” Xander absently instructed as he grabbed two champagne flutes from the cabinet. “I want you stripped down to your tight little supersuit by the time I get in there?—”

Faster than a speeding bullet, I booked it for the bedroom, almost tripping over Neil deGrasse Meowson along the way. But I was a pro, so when Xander strolled in a minute later with the now opened bottle of Mo?t, I was down to my supersuit and kneeling on the floor.

Ready for him.

“Fuck…” Xander groaned as his gorgeous amber gaze took in my position. “Seeing Captain Masculine submit for me will never get old.”

A shiver of anticipation danced down my spine. “Only for Doctor Antihero,” I whispered reverently, meaning every word. “Only for Daddy.”

My inventus smiled adoringly as he set the champagne and glasses on his dresser, along with his phone.

Thank goodness.

“So perfect,” he crooned, slowly removing his button-down shirt and reaching for his belt. “Would you like to see your next surprise?”

“Yes, please,” I rasped, my gaze riveted on his elegant fingers as he deftly unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped before dropping his pants to the floor .

Revealing fishnet stockings.

Suuuugarrrr…

He huffed a laugh. “I can only imagine the sordid non-swear running through your pretty little head.” His gaze darkened. “Now, pull your supersuit down to your waist and get those muscles on the mattress.”

Yes, Sir!

I hustled to obey, unable to stop the moan that escaped me when Xander stepped into high heels before joining me on the bed.

This is torture.

The best kind of torture…

To my disappointment, he was still wearing black briefs beneath the fishnets, but the layers of fabric couldn’t hide how turned on he was.

All for me.

Even knowing exactly how Xander felt about me—since he told me every day—I still couldn’t get over the fact I’d managed to land him. Doctor Antihero, a villainous Suarez, the most attractive man I’d ever laid eyes on…

My inventus.

“I love you,” I blurted out, unable to hold it in.

Xander froze as he straddled me. Then, he relaxed and smiled. “I know you do, baby. I love you too.” His smile turned into a smirk. “And I’m really going to love eating fried chicken off these chesticles.”

What?

I’d honestly forgotten all about the fried chicken, but then Xander grabbed the takeout bag off the bedside table and reached inside.

“Oh, thank fuck Barb turned up her hearing aid this time.” He triumphantly brandished a handful of hot sauce packets. “Because it would be tragic if things didn’t get spicy on our first Valentine’s Day, hmm?”

I could only gape as he ripped open a packet with his teeth and squeezed out the contents.

Directly onto my chest.

“Perfect,” he praised, even though all I was doing was lying here confused. “I knew these enormous pecs of yours would create the perfect dipping tray.”

Has he… thought about this before?

For as flustered as I often got, I was always on board to try whatever kink or scenario Xander presented to me, but I was struggling to see the appeal at the moment.

Until he took a bite.

“Oh, fuuuuuck…” he moaned orgasmically around a mouthful of hot sauce-slathered fried chicken. “Fuck, baby, you’re such a perfect snack.”

He leaned forward to dangle some chicken over my face, making my eyes cross as his fishnet-covered ass rubbed along my aching dick. “Wanna bite?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I opened my mouth, suddenly one thousand percent on-board with our latest kink.

Why have I never thought about this before?!

What followed was a few minutes of us eating fried chicken off my chest while chatting about our respective days. You would think this would cause my erection to settle down, but it did the opposite. It was partly because Xander simply existing turned me on, but also because the friction he provided every time he moved was inching me perilously closer to the edge.

Knowing him, it’s probably intentional.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he purred, tilting his hips in a way that made me hiss. “Do you need to come?”

Definitely intentional.

“Xan!” I gasped, trying to think of anything besides his hard dick and taut ass wrapped in fishnets. “I’m trying to be good, but… if you keep this up, I’m going to come in my supersuit…”

He chuckled darkly and gave another thrust. “Oh, but I would love nothing more than you coming all over the inside of your official Captain Masculine supersuit like the needy little slut you are.”

He knows me so well.

I whined as he leaned forward to lick what remained of the hot sauce off my chest. “So why don’t you come for Daddy like a good boy?”

Xander dragged himself over my dick at the same moment his hot sauce-covered tongue tangled with mine, and my vision whited out. Arching my back, I moaned into his mouth and pumped what felt like a bucketful of cum into my very official, Big City-commissioned Captain Masculine supersuit.

Sugar honey fucking iced fucking tea!

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I panted, boneless and spent—literally—as Xander gracefully slid off my body.

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear… and see,” he praised, pulling down my supersuit to inspect the damage. “So fucking messy. Such a good boy. ”

The pride that shot through me eclipsed any shame I may have felt, which pretty much summed up how Xander made me feel on a regular basis.

I just love him so muuuuch!

“Okay, enough of those heart eyes.” He chuckled before offering me his hand to haul me into a seated position. “Now I want you to go remove the plug, take a quick shower, and put on some slutty gray sweatpants. I have another surprise for you.”

My brow furrowed when I noticed discomfort on his ridiculously handsome face. Xander was nothing if not completely in control at all times, with stamina that put other supes to shame. So just why he was sending me off to shower— alone —instead of dragging me in there to put me on my knees was a mystery.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” He smiled reassuringly, no doubt picking up on my concern through our inventus bond. “But I’d really like you to move your tight ass and get cleaned up so I can feed you dessert.”

Ooh!

I cranked up my superspeed to hop off the bed and hustle into the bathroom, grabbing some sweatpants along the way. Less than five minutes later, I was freshly washed and ready for whatever Xander had planned for us next.

Exiting the bathroom, I found him sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing my favorite sea turtle underwear and holding what looked like a large box of chocolates in his lap.

“C’mere, baby. On your knees.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my reply as natural as the air I breathed.

The answer will always be yes .

I kneeled in front of him and placed my hands on my thighs, awaiting instruction.

He smiled so proudly, I shuddered. “Are you ready for dessert, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I repeated, licking my lips. “I’m ready.”

Ready for your dick, too.

As usual, Xander was already ten steps ahead of me as he lifted the lid to reveal exactly that.

His dick.

Nestled in a box of chocolates.

With a very familiar accessory…

I gasped as I recognized the ten thousand dollar, 18 karat yellow gold cock ring with channel set princess-cut diamonds he’d proposed to me with last autumn.

Because lavish gift-giving is the Suarez family’s love language.

My eyes filled with tears at the significance. “You’ve been wearing this all day? F-for me?”

Xander gently wiped away an errant tear with his thumb. “Well, not all day. That wouldn’t be completely safe with this model, but the last few hours, yes.” Rare vulnerability passed over his face. “I figured… since I was mercilessly edging you all day, maybe I should have a taste of my own medicine.”

I smiled softly. “Oh, Xan?—”

“…plus, I really wanted to hear you choke on my cum.”

Of course.

“The answer will always be yes,” I murmured before daring to see if he’d give me one more gift. “Should I pick which chocolate I want? ”

Permission to take control?

Even though we knew each other inside and out at this point, it was still difficult for Xander to give up control. But he’d already done so much to make this Valentine’s Day—our first!— so special, I wanted to give him something in return.

And I also want to choke on his cum.

He silently observed me for a moment before nodding once, and I did a little happy dance on the inside.

Time for dessert!

“Hmm…” I tapped my bottom lip thoughtfully. “Which chocolate should I pick?”

“Butch…” Xander gritted out, making me laugh.

“Oh! This one looks good!” I took pity on him, unclasping the cock ring before setting it—and the chocolate box—aside.

“Fuck yessss…” Xander hissed before grinning down at me. “Good choice, sweetheart. Wanna know what kind of cream filling is inside?”

This. Man.

I knew exactly how to shut him up. Maintaining eye contact, I relaxed my jaw and swallowed down his full, delicious length.

Until I choked.

“There it is…” he groaned. “I am not gonna last long, full disclosure…”

Give it to me.

Desperate to taste him—to please him—I planted both hands on his muscular thighs and went to town.

Cocktown .

“Fuuuuck, baby, you’re so good at this. You’ve always been so good at sucking my cock. So good… So fucking perfect… Such a slutty little superhero starved for villain cock…”

He’s not wrong.

Xander’s filthy babbling continued, making my dick stir to life again as he barreled toward the edge.

Give me all of it.

He hadn’t been kidding. In less than a minute, Xander was shooting a geyser of cum down my throat. I could barely breathe—briefly wondered if I might drown—but I choked and slobbered my way through it, messy as heck.

Just how Daddy likes it.

“Don’t you dare swallow,” he weakly croaked as he collapsed back on the bed, his softening cock still hanging out of his sea turtle boxers.

Because Daddy wants a kiss.

More than happy to oblige, I rose to stand and curled my body over his—swapping his cum back and forth until we’d both had our fills.

Best dessert ever!

Xander managed to tuck himself away and crawl under the blankets while I grabbed the Mo?t and champagne flutes.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he mumbled as I joined him, snuggling against me in the way he only did when he was dick-drunk. “Because no way in hell was I getting up again to grab the champagne.”

I chuckled and poured us both some bubbly. “Mmm… I think you would’ve if I’d asked.”

Xander rolled his eyes as he lifted his head to take a sip. “Don’t go turning into a brat on me, Butch. ”

There’s only room for one brat in this relationship.

I knew better than to voice that opinion aloud, preferring to end the night on a sweeter note.

“Thank you for the perfect Valentine’s Day, Xan.” I leaned over to kiss the tip of his nose. “And for all the big firsts.”

Because the fried chicken thing is definitely happening again.

“Always, baby,” he replied, clinking his glass with mine. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”