Chapter 2 #2
Carlo’s eyes are scrunched up tight. His cheeks are flushed. My poor love is embarrassed. But he doesn’t need to be.
I move the urinal bottle towards his cock. Gently, I touch his pride and glory. It is hot and heavy, and it makes a feeling like electricity buzz all the way through me.
But I have to ignore that and be professional. Right now I’m looking after him. The fun can come later.
I place his cock into the bottle.
“You can pee now.”
“I can’t piss like this!” he grinds out through gritted teeth.
“I’m not looking.”
“Ginni…”
“The sooner you pee, the sooner this is all over.”
A deep, heavy sigh releases from Carlo. As if he is thoroughly and utterly exasperated with me.
Which I can understand. He hasn’t received any of the perks of being mine yet.
He has only experienced the small downsides.
Like being drugged, stripped and handcuffed to a bed. And having to pee in a bottle.
For a man used to being in control, it is a big change. A lot to get used to.
He is going to need time, and I can be gracious and allow him some. Though not too much. I have been waiting five unbearably long years for his dick. There are limits to my patience. I’m not a saint.
The sound of pee filling the bottle reaches my ears. I smile. Another victory.
I wait until he is finished and then I give his cock a little shake, and remove the bottle. I straighten, and screw on the lid.
Carlo still has his eyes closed and his face turned away from me. But all his olive skin is naked before me. Motionless and compliant. Stark against the white sheets.
“Good boy,” I breathe happily.
His soft cock twitches. It’s practically a bounce. My heart flutters and I bite back my happy squeal. This is perfect. Beyond perfect.
I skip back to the bathroom and deal with the pee. I wash my hands thoroughly and grab a bottle of lube before hurrying back to Carlo.
I cannot wait any longer. His cock twitched for me. At merely my words.
He deserves a reward.
Carlo’s gaze darts to the industrial-sized bottle in my hand. His eyes narrow. He watches me warily as I stalk towards him.
“Ginni… what are you doing?”
There is a breathless uncertainty in his voice. A slight hitch. It is music to my ears. A symphony composed by a maestro.
“It’s finally time to play,” I tell him as sheer giddy glee floods my soul.
I perch on the edge of the bed and diligently slather lube all over my hands.
“Ginni…” he says again, trying to warn. Attempting to growl, but he sounds a little too panicked for it to land right.
“Relax,” I tell him. “I’m going to give you a lovely handjob. It’s going to make you feel so good. You are going to be so happy.”
His dark eyes are enormous.
“Touching me is a line you can’t uncross,” he rasps, and then he licks his lips.
“I know,” I sigh happily.
“You’re Marco’s little brother,” Carlo blurts. “You’re family.”
“I’m not your family,” I say softly. “I’m not your brother or your cousin or your responsibility. I’m just a man who’s been in love with you since I was sixteen years old.”
Carlo’s eyes grow even wider. Color blooms again on his cheeks. Sweat beads his brow. He really is fighting so hard, bless him.
My hand moves towards him. His arms jerk, straining against the handcuffs, making the metal clang.
“Shh,” I reassure him. “Let me rock your world.”
“Ginni!” he snaps. “I will escape, you know I will, and if you do this, I will kill you! I’ll have to. For my name, my reputation!”
His eyes are like two fiery pits. The deep brown has turned molten. I meet his furious gaze. I lean forward and wrap my fingers around the base of his cock.
He jolts. The whites of his eyes show. His mouth forms an O.
“You won’t have to kill me if you don’t tell anyone,” I say sweetly. “It can be our little secret.”
His cock thickens in my hand. I bite my bottom lip. This already feels amazing. All my fantasies brought to life. I’m finally, finally, touching Carlo’s cock.
My lube-covered hand glides up his length, tugging on it. Then, I slide back down.
His lungs stutter. His eyes scrunch up tight. But his cock can’t pretend.
It’s growing. Swelling. Filling. Getting heavier and hotter. It loves my touch. Almost as much as I love touching it.
I move my hand. Again and again. A steady, relentless rhythm. In no time at all, he is fully hard. Glistening with lube. The squelching sound is exquisite.
Carlo’s jaw has slackened with pleasure. His nostrils are flaring. All of his skin is flushed. He looks dreamy like this. Magnificent. Everything a boy could want.
I let out a happy little sigh. I have never been so full of joy. I knew Carlo was the man for me.
My hand works. I watch Carlo intently. Mapping every hitch of his breath. Every twitch of his hips. I need to learn him. So I can be perfect for him.
I tear my gaze away from his face to look down. A perfect bead of precum has formed on his slit. It is irresistible.
My hand keeps working as I lower my head. Using my mouth is for later. But I have to taste him.
Carefully, I poke out my tongue. I can catch his precum without touching him.
I inch closer and closer. I can feel the heat of him on my face. Smell his manly scent.
Suddenly, he gasps. His hips lift, and the tip of my tongue brushes against his cockhead. The precum soaks into my tongue, but there is no time to savor it because Carlo is yelling and now his actual cum is spurting out.
Oh well, this is more fun than a cloth.
I open wide and angle my mouth to catch it all. I keep my hand moving until I’m utterly certain I have milked every last drop.
He is writhing now. Whimpers that sound like pain. My poor oversensitive love.
I release him and sit up while wiping my mouth with the back of my spare hand.
Carlo is breathing heavily. Lungs heaving.
“See? That was lovely, wasn’t it?” I beam.
His eyes open. Dark and feral. Angry and wanting. A dangerous beast whose cage I’ve just rattled.
I squeal and wriggle. My nipples harden against the fabric of my top. Carlo’s eyes are full of all kinds of promises, and I love every single one of them.