7. Kyan
Chapter 7
Kyan
Kyan woke to the sound of creaking floorboards. Well, it might not have been floorboards, but it was certainly not the noise that he was used to in his own little apartment.
‘Yup, I’m still at Matteo’s…’ Kyan said, looking around the sparsely furnished attic bedroom and then pulling the cover up and over his body. ‘And it’s definitely not home.’
Kyan had actually fallen asleep way quicker than he had anticipated.
Typically Kyan would struggle to sleep when he was in a hotel or guesthouse. There was something about his own home comforts that Kyan simply needed in order to set his mind at ease enough so that he could fall asleep in a relatively quick time.
Perhaps it was down to the dramatic day he had experienced, but Kyan had drifted off to sleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Matteo’s attic bedroom might not have had the most welcoming décor, but there was no denying the fact that the bed and the two plump pillows were super-comfortable. In fact, the mattress was just about the perfect level of firmness.
‘How about you, Gambit?’ Kyan asked, bringing his adorable rabbit stuffie up close for a snuggle. ‘Did you sleep well? Did you have lots of fun dreams about carrots and lettuce?’
Kyan smiled but knew that something wasn’t right.
As well as he and Gambit might have slept, there was no escaping the fact that he wasn’t at home. And more than that, there was a very real reason why that was the case too.
Sure, Matteo might have refused to kill him.
And together the pair of them had staged his death.
But none of that altered the reality that Kyan was still presumably unable to continue his life like before. And the prospect of having to leave everything he knew in the city and settle somewhere new was overwhelming – and this was without even thinking about how he would always be living in fear of the truth coming out some day.
‘I need to get up and out of bed,’ Kyan sighed, knowing that the longer he stayed in bed, the more that all the problems and possibilities would swirl around in his mind and make him feel even more anxious and stressed.
With that, Kyan stood up from the bed. He was wearing a pair of Matteo’s spare pajamas. The pajama set was black, silky, and definitely too big – but Kyan couldn’t help giggling as he looked at himself in the lone mirror in the corner of the bedroom.
Kyan Coole.
Mafia Assassin.
At your service…
Kyan took once last look at himself in his luxurious but oversized pajamas and walked out of the bedroom and down the flight of stairs as they twisted and turned toward the ground floor.
‘Hey, just in time,’ Matteo said, himself having dressed in a smart white shirt and some suitably crisp black trousers. ‘I was about to bring this up to you.’
Kyan couldn’t help but smile as he saw that Matteo had prepared a tray of toast with a glass of fresh orange juice for him.
‘I know it’s basic,’ Matteo said, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. ‘But I typically eat out, so my cupboards are rarely stocked with too much choice. And seeing as eating out probably isn’t on our agenda today, I figured this would have to do…’
‘No, I love it,’ Kyan answered, his eyes drawn to the rapidly melting butter that was spread across the toast. ‘ Yummy .’
Kyan walked over toward the kitchen table and took a seat. The kitchen was clean, elegant, but had a sparseness that was similar to the rest of the house. It might have been a grand old gothic-style townhouse, but Matteo clearly wasn’t one to go overboard on the décor, that was for sure.
‘You look a little glum,’ Matteo said, clearly noting that Kyan wasn’t as happy as he might have been. ‘I get it. If you munch on that toast for a moment, I’ll be right back.’
With that, Matteo made his way out of the kitchen but was soon back. And in Matteo’s hands was a big box of what appeared to be vintage toys – some were metal, some were finely crafted wood.
‘These were here when I bought the place,’ Matteo said, taking the old school toys out of the box and placing them on the breakfast table. ‘I was going to give them to charity but never got round to it. I guess it’s a good job I didn’t.’
Kyan smiled and his eyes were drawn toward a metal monkey with a wind-up dial on his back.
‘I think this morning just got better,’ Kyan said, his voice hinting at an upturn in his emotions. ‘Monkeys, tigers, giraffes… and wooden cars. This could be a lot of fun. But… how did you know I was a Little?’
‘Call it a Daddy’s intuition,’ Matteo said. ‘And the big, floppy bunny ears poking out of your colorful backpack was a pretty big hint too. I’m paid to be observant, so over the years I’ve become damn good at it.’
‘Smarty-pants,’ Kyan giggled, arching his eyebrow before taking a big gulp of orange juice.
‘Okay, sassy, you just finish your breakfast and then feel free to take the toys into the living room,’ Matteo said, his voice firm but friendly too. ‘I’ve got business to attend to in the study. I’ll be with you shortly.’
With that, Matteo made his excuses and retreated to his study to make some calls. Kyan was ready to finish off his toast and OJ and then start having some much needed playtime.
The last couple of days had been a lot to deal with.
While Kyan was far from being out of the woods, he at least knew that he had a safe space to play and be himself for the time being.
And on top of that there was also the prospect of being joined in a little while by Matteo – and playtime with a handsome, caring Daddy might just help make the day even better…
‘Okay… we need to start thinking seriously,’ Matteo said, putting his fork down and sipping on his glass of red wine. ‘As fun as today was, it’s not a long term solution.’
‘You mean I can’t stay hidden away in your big house forever?’ Kyan answered, more than a hint of sass in his voice. ‘Well I’m just shocked.’
Kyan laughed and continued to eat his perfect tomato pasta with the most delightful selection of vegetables on the side. It turned out that despite claiming to mostly eat out, Matteo was in fact a skilled chef.
‘Watch it, young man,’ Matteo growled, the smile at the end of his sentence showing that he wasn’t entirely unimpressed with Kyan’s plucky attitude.
Kyan knew that Matteo was right though.
The two of them had spent a wonderful few hours playing with Kyan’s new-found vintage toys. And there was no denying that in any other circumstances, Kyan would have been over the moon to have spent such fantastic quality time with a Daddy like Matteo.
Matteo was kind, generous, and knew how to play – which was a surprisingly rare combination in Kyan’s limited experience with Daddies. From what Kyan had seen, a great deal of men calling themselves Daddies were simply interested in the spankings and all the other naughty stuff. When it came to playtime and the caring stuff, the real Daddies were far thinner on the ground.
But as wholesome a time that Kyan and Matteo had earlier that day, Kyan knew that this Daddy was right to take the mood in a more serious direction over dinner…
‘The thing is…’ Kyan said, knowing that he had to speak his mind. ‘I don’t want to leave my old life behind. I’ve worked hard, I’ve made friends, I love my apartment so much. I can’t imagine starting all over again.’
Kyan felt his bottom lip momentarily wobble. He was remarkably comfortable in Matteo’s company given the circumstances, but he wasn’t ready to fully show his vulnerable side. But he was thankfully able to regain his composure as he saw Matteo’s thoughtful expression.
‘I understand, boy,’ Matteo said, tenderly placing his hand on top of Kyan’s. ‘But we must face reality. You’ve probably guessed my general line of work, and who I might work for.’
‘G-g-g-gangsters?’ Kyan asked, in truth knowing the likely answer.
Matteo simply nodded in response. But he did begin to open up just a little…
‘My boss is ruthless, he’s experienced, and he’s at the top of the tree,’ Matteo said. ‘Which makes this all the more confusing to me. As far as I can tell, you’re no master criminal. And you’re certainly not giving the impression of someone who is plotting on making any kind of moves in the underworld.’
Kyan arched his eyebrow and did his best impression of wickedly devious laughter.
‘Or maybe that’s my plan?’ Kyan giggled.
‘I need to know more about you,’ Matteo said. ‘In fact, I’m going to need to know everything .’
‘So…’
‘So start at the beginning,’ Matteo replied. ‘Take it all the way back and let’s work through until present day. I’ll move heaven and earth to keep you safe, but I need to see the whole picture…’
And with that, Kyan took a big breath of air and began to talk.
This was going to take some time, but if it meant that Kyan and Matteo ended up with a plan at the end of it, then it was surely worth it – or at least Kyan hoped it would be…
The conversation with Matteo was long, honest, and productive. But after expending so much energy and getting pretty deep, Kyan was tired.
With no concrete solution in place and Kyan getting visibly exhausted, Matteo had sent Kyan for a nap. And there had been something so nice about the way that Matteo had delivered the instruction too – with a stern tone but a kind look in his eyes, Matteo had made is abundantly clear that he wasn’t requesting that Kyan take some time out. It was an order. Non-negotiable. Without saying it word for word, it was very much a case of Daddy’s Orders…
‘Matteo’s… something else,’ Kyan said as he lay underneath the bed covers in nothing but his briefs. ‘So commanding. So… handsome. I wonder what would have happened if I’d refused to go for a nap?’
Kyan looked down toward Gambit and brushed his silky-smooth stuffie over the front of his briefs, immediately making himself tingle with excitement.
‘ Hmmm …’ Kyan whispered, his cock suddenly alive to the possibility that the best way to get some sleep might be down one very naughty pathway…
Kyan adjusted his body and parted his legs, the material of his skimpy lime-green briefs stretching across his crotch. It only took a few more delicate strokes of Gambit’s ears across his cock before Kyan could feel his manhood become harder and bigger than he could remember in a long time.
Matteo was getting Kyan’s blood pumping, and there was no turning back now.
Just to be on the safe side, Kyan popped his head above the bed cover to double-check that the bedroom door was firmly shut. It was. And this meant a swift return under the covers and more teasing…
‘Fun time…’ Kyan giggled to himself as he ran his hands over his upper body. His nipples were sensitive to the touch, but Kyan couldn’t resist taking them in his fingers and pulling them out, stretching them to the perfect point of pleasure and pain. ‘Daddy…’
Moments later, Kyan was totally nude as he whipped his briefs off and put his pillow between his legs and began to rub and gyrate his cock against it. With thoughts of Matteo’s strong, powerful hands all over his much smaller body, Kyan’s breathing rapidly escalated.
With his cock thrusting back and forth into the folded over pillow, Kyan could feel the orgasm building up toward a climax. His mind was full of all kinds of the most explicit thoughts about Matteo, and Kyan ached to have Matteo’s naked body in bed with him…
‘ Mmmph , not so fast…’ Kyan spluttered, desperate to prolong the pleasure for a little longer.
But it was no use.
Kyan realized that there was no stopping this tide of pleasure and he brought himself to a hard, fast, and dizzying climax in no time, shooting his load into the pillow and letting out a whimper of pure pleasure – and the whole time the only thing he could think about was his dangerous, deadly Daddy.
As Kyan’s heartrate slowly returned to normal, his mind was full of all-things Matteo. His handsome face. His sure to be rock hard body. And the big Daddy cock he was almost certainly packing too.
‘Gambit… I think I like Matteo,’ Kyan whispered. ‘I think I like him a lot.’
But as he closed his eyes, Kyan knew that this was far from a case of Little meets Daddy, and they live happily ever after. In fact, Kyan could barely think of a more complex situation.
OMG. That was hot.
He’s a bad man. He’s a killer.
But… I know he could be a perfect Daddy…