32. Hollis
W hen Roman goes back to work, he drags Jude with him, leaving Tennant and me alone, which I very much take advantage of.
Gripping his hair tightly, I pull his head back, exposing his throat to me. “I’ve changed my mind,” I say simply. “I want you to show me how much you belong to me.”
Tennant’s eyes darken, the icy blue turning molten. “Whatever you want, Tesoro. I’m yours.”
I hum. “You are, aren’t you.” Leaning down, I lick up his throat, before biting it in the same spot where he bit me once.
When I taste blood, I bite a little harder, enjoying the way Tennant’s breath hitches. Finally releasing him, I admire my handy work. Unlike when he almost tore my throat out—literally—he won’t scar, but the mark will be a prominent feature on his throat for a while, letting everyone know who he belongs to.
“Undress and then get on the bed. I want you spread out for me.”
As soon as I release him, he does as ordered, not hesitating in the slightest. My cock pulses at the sight of this man doing as I command without any hesitation. I know how dominant Tennant is, how much he likes control; I’ve seen it be exerted on both our lovers, and now his new pet.
But with me…he’s been nothing but conscious and considerate of my needs. Even when he restricts my air until I pass out, or bites me until I scar. Tennant has given me everything I’ve ever wanted, and never asked for anything in return. The least I could do was gift him a boyfriend.
Following Ten into the bedroom, I watch as he shucks his clothes, tossing them over the dresser before laying on his back on the bed.
“So beautiful,” I compliment, taking my time to watch him as I undress.
The heat in his gaze makes my blood buzz, and the anticipation of having this man under me rushes through my veins. Climbing onto the bed, I spread Tennant’s legs wide and lean over him, tracing the already-scabbing-over marks on his arms and chest. “I see your new pet is feisty.”
Tennant laughs. “He gives as good as he gets, that’s for sure.”
Leaning down, I lick across one of the deeper scratches, cleaning up the dried blood. Moving up to his mouth, I kiss him deeply, sharing the taste of his blood between us, fucking his mouth like I am going to fuck his ass.
“Watching you with him gives me all types of delicious ideas,” I whisper against his lips.
“What type of ideas?”
Pulling back, I sit between his spread legs and set my hands on his thighs, watching as he grips the sheets in his hands to prevent himself from reaching for me. “The kind you’ll find out about when I’m good and ready. For now… trust me.”
He sucks in a breath. “I do, Hol. I trust you with my life.”
“Good.” Removing my hands from his thighs, I set them on his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh. He flinches but doesn’t protest.
Dragging my hands down his chest, I leave marks parallel to the ones Benjamin left behind. Over and over again, I mark him up, leaving deep red lines along his torso. Some of the scratches go deep, drawing blood, and Tennant hisses, reveling in the sting.
“Grab the lube,” I tell him.
He sits up enough to reach over into the drawer for the bottle, but before he closes it, I say, “And the knife.”
Both things are tossed onto the bed as Tennant lays back down. I coat my fingers first, tracing them over his hole, spreading one leg out wider for better access. Tennant lifts his hips as I rub a finger around his hole, entering him shallowly with it. When I shove two fingers inside him, he moans.
“I quite liked watching you take Benjamin apart,” I tell him, reaching over for the knife. “Tell me how it felt.”
His breath stutters as I trace the flat of the knife up and down his hard cock. He tries to thrust up into the sensation, but I pull the knife away and remove my fingers from his hole.
“Give me what I want, Love, and I’ll reward you.”
“It… He…he’s perfect. So contrary. There are two sides to him, and when he lets his barriers down and allows both to play…it’s addictive.”
Running the blade down his cock, I nick the skin a little, enjoying how he flinches, and the way blood slides down his hard flesh.
“When I let you play with him,” I say, “I expected you to fuck him and get it out of your system…” I make another shallow cut at the base of his dick. “But that’s not what I saw.”
“No…” he trails off as I slide three fingers into his ass. “He is…so much more than I expected.”
“You want to keep him.” It’s not a question, just a statement of fact that’s already been discussed.
“He fits in here. I know he’s not Roman’s biggest fan…” He gasps as I brush my fingers against his prostate, even as I drag the knife along his balls. “But I think he’ll thrive. Chaos is smothering him.”
I hit him with the knife, the tip of the blade nicking his thigh and causing blood to well up. “It’s not your place to comment on someone else’s relationship.”
“It’s the truth. I understand he’s Emilio’s Second and best friend; I’m willing to share with him. But like hell do I trust Ignacio to take care of him.”
Sliding my fingers out of his ass, I stretch myself out over him, my cock brushing against his open and waiting hole. “I’ll let you have him. He can be your lover, your boyfriend, or whatever you wanna call it; but you must respect his place.”
Kissing him before he can protest, I surge up onto my knees, sliding the head of my dick along his hole. Pulling back, I grip my cock and bring it to his waiting entrance. Tennant plants his feet on the bed, widening his stance and giving me plenty of room as I enter him slowly.
“Consent is important here, Ten. You can kidnap him later, after we get the Bosses back—after I have my way with you. But…something tells me there’s more to his relationship with Ignacio. Listen to him, and respect whatever decision he comes to.”
Driving myself in to the hilt, I once more trace the knife along his balls, watching as his body goes rigid on instinct.
So very carefully, I fuck him as I hold the knife to his sac, enjoying the sweet, measured cries that escape his throat.
“I’m…still going to kick Chaos’s ass,” Tennant says breathlessly as I remove the knife from his balls.
I laugh while dropping the knife onto the bed, and begin fucking him in earnest. “I know. You’re not allowed to kill him.”
Tennant reaches for me finally, and I barely have time to prepare before he’s flipping us over, my breath whooshing out as I hit the bed. Tennant swings himself into my lap, knife in hand. As he sits on my cock, he brings the knife to my throat, making me swallow reflexively.
“I make no promises, Tesoro. I’ll listen to what Benjamin wants, because you’re right, he has a choice. Especially since he’s a Martelli, but…I’m not worried. I won’t ask him to leave Ignacio for me.” He leans over, forcing my dick deeper inside him. Against my lips, he whispers, “But I won’t talk him out of it, either.”
He begins fucking himself faster on my cock, while at the same time, he cuts my throat, just under the scar that's already there, making me moan in pleasure. Tennant smirks, knowing how much I get off on the threat of death. And so he holds the blade to my throat as he fucks himself, stealing my breath from me.
Setting my hands on his hips, I dig my nails in hard enough to make him bleed. Tennant’s ass contracts around me as the blood flows from us both, and I whine when the knife is taken away.
He wraps his hand around my throat, slowly restricting my breath, even as I start lifting my hips up with every one of his downward thrusts. The more he cuts off my air, the harder my cock gets.
Tennant leans down and kisses me harshly, stealing the last of my breath as he cuts my air off completely, leaving me helpless beneath him. Spots dance in my vision and my lungs beg for air.
As my thoughts go foggy and I claw at Tennant, silently asking to breathe, he grinds his ass on my dick, fisting his hard length, even as my vision grays and I am on the verge of passing out.
I’m barely aware of the way he shakes over me, his hot cum splattering across my chest.
When he removes his hand, I suck in a much-needed breath, but get light-headed as he didn’t take it slow when he eased the pressure off, but released me all at once, making my head spin.
I close my eyes and try to get myself under control, even as my cock pulses and cum erupts from it, coating his insides.
Tennant moves to lay next to me, pulling me in close as I catch my breath. When my heart rate settles, and I can breathe without gasping, I turn in his arms.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I trust you…like I trust no other. Outside of my siblings, you were the first person I let get close to me. I love Roman and Jude, too; there’s not a unit of measurement for the way I love any of you. But…you’re mine in a way I can’t—won’t even try to—explain, Tennant.”
He threads his fingers through my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to look at him. “I know. I am honored to have such trust from you, and I’ll never abuse it.”
I nod. “You’ve never given me any reason to doubt you—even when you kissed Roman without talking to me first. I…I want you to have this. I don’t know how it’ll work, but it will work, because I’ll burn the world down for you.”
He grins at that. “Same.” Kissing me, he lingers, as if savoring the feel and taste of me. “We’ll figure this out, together.”
“We always do.”
My phone ringing brings us back to reality, and I groan. I want to ignore it so badly, but we’re up to our necks in shit, and none of us can afford to slack off, interpersonal relationships tangling and detangling themselves aside.
Tennant gets off the bed and fishes my phone out of my pants, frowning when he glances at the screen. “It’s Emilio.”
I curse and hold my hand out for the device, which he tosses to me. “I’ll deal with him, why don’t you go check in on your boyfriend?”
He snorts. “You seriously gonna call him that?”
I shrug. “Either that or pet, both are apt, I think. Now, go.” I answer the phone just before the call ends. “What can I do for you, Cucciolo?”
“I need to ask for a…favor.”
He’s careful with his words, making sure to not sound desperate, though there’s an edge of stress in his voice. Whether that’s from whatever this “favor” is, or because of the video I sent him, I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter.
“That’ll cost you,” I reply mildly.
Tennant smirks at me as he dresses in a fresh suit. He enjoys watching me play with the boy, as much as I enjoy doing it.
Emilio growls. “I’m aware. Name your price.”
“I can’t until I know what the favor is…”
“I need to know how to keep our network safe from the police,” he says, not quite snapping, but I can almost see the short fuse his patience is on. “We both know you’re better at that type of thing. So, please, will you help us with keeping our records, and all that, safe?”
I hum, drawing the moment out a little. “I usually charge a pretty penny for that type of work. It’s not a quick or easy task. And with so many other things going on…”
“We can pay,” he says quickly.
“I know. And you will, but not with money… Well, not just with money.” I make sure to add some suggestion into my tone, and Tennant chuckles as he leans over and kisses me quickly before leaving the room. I hope he’ll take my advice and check on Benjamin. Poor kid just had his world turned upside down, and his ass kicked by Tennant, he could do with some TLC.
“I’ll need access to your network, either by physically getting into it myself, or having you transmit it remotely to me. I’d prefer the latter…I have a special USB for that. It’ll take me a few days, possibly three or four, depending on how big your network is, and how complex I build up the protections.”
“As long as it gets done. We’ve thrown around the possibility of them coming for the house. I wouldn’t put it past them to somehow obtain a warrant.”
“No,” I say lowly. “Me either.” It’s a theory I’ll have to run by Roman, too. “That means it’s especially important to get this done… I’d rather not risk a back and forth with the USB, so I’ll come to you and get started. Once I’m patched into your network, I can work from anywhere.” I grin. “I’ll collect the non-monetary payment while I’m there.”
He curses but says, “My doctor won’t like you tearing me to ribbons so soon.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Cucciolo, I’ve learned a lot in my time with Ten—I don’t need a knife to give you what we both want.”
“Speaking of my doctor, she wants to connect with yours. Something about them both being on the same page so they can cater to our medical needs.”
I frown. There’s a reason Cristian doesn’t let Doc out in public, he’s an…acquired taste. “You’ll have to talk to Tennant or his bodyguard about that. They’re in charge of personnel, but…she’s probably right to ask for that.”
“Good. So, you’ll be over when?”
“Give me a few hours. I need to do a few more things here, and get Leandro’s current task on an automated system, so he can start building a kill-switch for you. If they somehow do manage to get a warrant, it’ll be better if you can remotely destroy everything, rather than risk the possibility they might have a decent hacker. I can protect the sensitive files, but even breaking through one or two won’t end well for you.”
“Okay…” He hesitates, and then asks, “How’s Benjamin doing?”
I smirk. “Why don’t you call him later? Ask for yourself? He’s allowed to use his devices when he’s not in training. I know that’s not what you’re really asking though. Don’t worry, Cucciolo, he’s not in any danger from me. I find it…endearing that he and Tennant have connected. You should be happy for him.”
Emilio sighs. “I’ll hold back judgment until I speak with him but, thank you.”
“Don’t thank me for making my love happy.”
“Right, well…I’ll see you soon.”
“Yes, you will.” I hang up and let out a breath.
Touching the cut at the base of my throat, I let the slight sting propel me forward, now that the afterglow of sex is gone. Yet another thing has been added to my plate, but the promise of spending more time with Emilio…and getting to try new lines of security on the Martellis’ network, will be fun.
Climbing out of bed, I rinse the blood off my throat and collarbones, pleased to see the cut has stopped bleeding. The bruises around my neck are already starting to darken, and I smile at the sight. Running a hand through my hair, I decide trying to tame it is pointless. Dressing in a lightweight sweater and charcoal trousers, I tug the sleeves over my scars and then grab my phone from the bed.
My shoulders are already tightening up with the added stress, and presumably long days, but I leave the bedroom anyway. I have a Boss to update, lovers to reassure, once they learn I plan on leaving the house, and a son to corral. I’m exhausted just thinking about it all.
Cristian, next time you get kidnapped, take me with you…