33. Emilio
I pace the length of my office, my skin itching at the very thought of what may happen. None of this is working the way it should. And why the hell did I not notice something was going on with Benjamin? Fuck . I need him back soon. A call is not enough to sort this shit out.
There’s a knock on the door and I call out for them to enter, my throat dry. I almost breathe a sigh of relief when I see it’s Marcus and Ignacio. I sit behind my desk as they address me.
“Hey, Antonio mentioned setting up some blinds? I have a map, and I've pinpointed a few of the best options. Keegan felt Jenna out on it as well. She’s in favor, but suggested that we make sure some of our higher-ranking men are being seen there as well.”
“That sounds like a good plan. Ignacio, I want you out patrolling where you can be seen, but not at a risk. Marcus, keep in the loop with the Amatos. I want you working on our contacts, and you still need to work with our suppliers. I was able to get most of them to push back, except the guns.”
“You want me to get in touch with the Cartel?” Marcus offers, and I immediately shake my head.
“No, last time you dealt with them, you killed their crew. I want you to stay away from them. Put Antonio back on that one. I really need Benjamin back, dammit.”
“Your friend will be back as soon as he passes training. If he wants to come back, that is.” Hollis’s voice startles me, and I glare at the open doorway. “You really should look into better security. After all, I was able to walk right in with no problem, and interrupt your little meeting.”
I want to drop my head when he smirks at Ignacio. I know exactly what the fuck he’s up to, and it’s not going to be good. Fuck.
“He will come back. He belongs here,” Ignacio snarls, advancing on Hollis, and fuck if that’s not a dangerous idea.
Sighing, I mutter curses before snapping, “Ignacio! Stop it, now! Get over here.”
Every muscle twitches as he glares at Hollis. I’m just about to reiterate my command when he turns on his heel and stalks toward me. I press my lips into a tight line, waiting for his response, while the entire room feels tense.
“My apologies, Boss,” Ignacio says haltingly.
I wave him away and glance at Marcus. “You have your orders. Both of you, get out.”
Marcus grabs Ignacio, pulling him out of the room while Hollis slides in fully. I roll my shoulders back, standing up to greet him. I offer my hand and he chuckles, before shaking his head. I let my hand fall, wishing there was some way to preserve a level of professionalism.
“Ah, Cucciolo, I wondered if you had it in you to give commands.” I grit my teeth at Hollis’s tone, but let the comment pass.
When he calls me from behind my desk with a crook of his finger, I move slowly. I’m not sure what the payment is that he wants, but hopefully it’s not something that ends in someone’s death—like mine.
“There we go. Now, I need access to everything. I can use your computer. However…I’d like something pretty to look at while I do it. Strip. Then I want to see you kneeling in the middle of the floor.”
My jaw drops as Hollis heads behind my desk. I sputter, but at his sharp look, I go completely silent. I run my hand through my hair, not even caring if it gets messed up. I undress quickly, hating the fact I’m already partially hard at his command. I kneel and stare at him as he starts tapping on my keyboard, ignoring me as if I’m nothing. I dig my nails into my thighs, trying to keep quiet.
I huff, but it must not be quiet enough because Hollis’s tapping stops. He slides a bored glance my way, and I cringe. I mutter an apology, and he seems to accept it. At least until he gives me his next command.
“Start stroking yourself, but don’t come. I want to watch you bring yourself to the edge—again and again.”
Biting my lip, I follow his instructions, hating it while also loving it. I lightly grip my cock, stroking myself and trying not to orgasm. I gather some of the pre-cum to help ease the movement, and shudder from it. I’m not sure how long Hollis works, but soon I’m on the edge, even a whisper of air would make me come. I drop my cock as I curse, “Fuck!”
“Did I say you could stop?” Hollis’s voice is hard, and his eyes show no mercy.
I shake my head, my muscles quivering as I try to calm down. I start again, having no choice in the matter. “No, Hollis.”
Part of me wants to call him Sir, and it fucks with my head. What's worse, I’m positive from his smirk that he knows where my mind is at. Still, I push forward, dragging the torture out. The pleasure and pain mix together as I bring myself to the edge and stay there—unable to let myself tip over. Finally—fucking finally—the typing stops. I make sure to continue, because fuck if I’m going to be told I can’t come.
“—lube?” I blink repeatedly, realizing Hollis has been talking to me. Sighing, he repeats his question. “Cucciolo, where do you keep your lube? And I know you must have some, considering what you and your Daddy get up to.”
I flush red at the reminder of Master, and shakily respond, “Right top drawer.”
“Mmm, look at all those toys.” Humiliation washes over me as I know what he’s seeing. The cock cage, dildos, rope, loggers, and… “A cock ring sounds perfect. Unless you have an issue?”
He stands up and walks toward the door, opening it wide. I want to protest, but it dies on my lips when I see his sharp glance. I stretch my neck, trying to reduce some tension, and begrudgingly say, “No issue.”
“That’s what I thought. But let’s make this even more interesting.” He grabs his phone out and puts it on the bookcase, where I’m in full view. After some fiddling, I'm sure he’s recording me. My heart sinks as I know it’ll be yet another video for the Amatos. “There we go. On your hands and knees. I want to make sure we can both get off on this later—and I know you will. I’m sure even Benjamin will enjoy this.”
“You fucker,” I snarl as I get into position.
There’s a rustle of clothes behind me, and a quick laugh. My insult rolls right over him. He kneels behind me, humming as he pulls my ass cheeks apart, looking at my hole.
“Would you just get this over with?”
“No, Cucciolo. You don’t get to make demands.” His slap on my ass jolts me forward, but I scramble back into position. He puts the cock ring on me and I bite back more curses. I’m already on the fucking edge. “You know…I was going to fuck you hard, give you what you so desperately want, but I think you need a reminder that I’m in charge. Instead, you’re going to feel every inch of me, and know you’re coming on my cock.”
The prep is quick, belying his statement, but the rough entry is slow. I growl as he pushes forward at his own pace, bottoming out before withdrawing at an excruciatingly leisurely pace. My arms tremble as he continues, dragging his thick cock over my prostate each fucking time.
I push back, trying to force him to hurry. “Stop play around and fuck me!”
Smack . Smack . Smack .
The staccato spanking rains down on my ass, and I moan in pleasure. Hollis doesn’t speed up, but chuckles at my desperation. “If you don’t stay still, you won’t get to come.”
“Shit. Fuck. Jesus.” I can’t stop babbling as he hits my prostate again, and I bite my lip, wishing he’d go faster and let me fucking come. Sweat covers my entire body as I try to hold on, and when he grabs my throat and chokes me, finally speeding up, I start to unravel.
“I want you to remember I’m the one fucking you. This is what you get until your Master comes home. And maybe—just maybe—if you’re a good puppy, I’ll fuck you afterward, too. Now, scream my name.”
He lets go of my throat and undoes the cock ring. He’s right, I scream his name as he drives into me two more times. I’m flying apart without my dick even being touched.
I slump forward, my arms no longer able to hold me up. I barely feel him gripping my hips too tight as he fucks me harder. All I want is a nap, I’m so fucking sated. His own sound of pleasure rings loud in the room, even with the door open.
I grunt as he slowly withdraws from me. I barely have time to enjoy the afterglow before there’s a fucking interruption. “What the hell?! Aren’t you supposed to be focusing on finding Il Padrone? I’m so disgusted with you right now.”
I stand up fully, glaring at Luca. I don’t give a shit that I’m naked, even as I hear Hollis dressing. “I think you’ve overstayed your welcome. You aren’t of any use here. I’ve given you plenty of slack, but it would be best if you return to your post, and continue the assignment Il Padrone gave you.”
“You can’t be fucking serious. You don’t even have your Second, since the Amatos took him. This Family will fall apart without me. I should be the one in charge. Especially if you’re fucking him .” Luca nods at Hollis.
I step towards him, wanting to get my hands around his neck, when Hollis nips in front of me. The oomph of pain from Luca stops me. “You fucking stabbed me!”
I swallow down a laugh, because while Luca may be a Martelli still, Il Padrone would have stabbed him too. Letting Hollis do it is fair enough. I turn and walk to the phone, dialing the number for Dr. Ranlen.
“ Yes? ”
“Sarah, we have a small situation. Luca’s been stabbed. He’s outside my office. Can you take care of it? It doesn’t seem life threatening.” I cringe, because that statement all depends on if Hollis decides to go further.
Sighing, Dr. Ranlen grumbles, “ I’ll have him brought to the clinic and work on him here. ”
“I want him ready to fly out as soon as possible.”
“ Yes, Boss. ” She clicks off and I roll my eyes. She’s never been the most patient. I’d be shocked if Luca is even given any pain medication when she finds out he was a jackass to our ally.
“If you’d please let him live, it would make things easier.”
I grab my clothes, quickly dressing. Hollis doesn’t give an agreement, but at least he doesn’t make a move to do more. Instead, he grabs his phone and taps on it. I’m not surprised when my own phone pings with an incoming email. I don’t bother checking it. I already know he sent me the video.
Ignoring it for now, I say, “I’ll get you the knife back. Thanks for leaving it in. Do you need a different one in the meantime?”
“No, I have others. And it was worth it.”
Snickering, I can’t disagree. Sometimes people deserve to be stabbed. Luca pushed it too far.
“I do think this underscores the need for our doctors to meet.”
“As I said, that’s Tennant’s area. Or Joel’s.”
I sit at my desk, running my hand through my hair. At this point, I may be bald by the time I get Master back. Carefully, I respond, “I’d prefer not to interrupt Tennant, at the moment. Although I really do need Benjamin home soon.”
Hollis watches me calculatingly. “I’ll give you Joel’s contact information. But I want to make something clear to you. If Benjamin chooses to stay with us, I won’t force him to come back.”
Gritting my teeth, I nod. “I don’t know what we’ll do in that situation, but I want my best friend to be happy. That’s what matters. If he doesn’t want to stay, I will make sure he comes home.”
Hollis hears the warning as he replies, “And I want Tennant to be happy. It leaves us in an interesting situation, doesn’t it?”
I stay quiet. There’s nothing that either of us can say at this point. Until I know where Benjamin stands on everything, I can’t anticipate what moves need to be made.
Shrugging a shoulder, I redirect him. “What do I owe you?”
“Hmm. You showed me you’re mine, and I got to draw blood. That gives you quite a discount. Tell you what, I’ll take an ‘I Owe You’, and we’ll call it good.”
I hate giving those out. Nobody likes to give blanket agreements like that. But, at the end of the day, we’re on the same side—at least, for now. I nod begrudgingly. From Hollis’s snicker, I get the impression he enjoys it far too much.
I don’t even have time to ask whether he was successful, or what he actually did, before he slips out of the office. Fuck . At this point, I’m just hoping we can survive until we get the Heads of the Families back. Especially when the Amatos are so…interesting.