18. Antonio
I glance at the papers, making sure they’re all in order as I stand outside Jude’s—well, Ten’s—office. My skin feels tight, and I know exactly why. Him .
Fuck, this is not the right time to be having these distractions, but damn if my emotions aren’t all over the place. Lio is always given grace when he needs to be put on his knees, but he’s not the only submissive that requires it.
The same guard as before stands outside the door, and he pokes his head in to let Jude know I'm here. “He can enter,” is said loud enough for me to hear, and I swallow hard at his command—because it is a command, not mere permission.
Opening the door, I slide in and stand in front of his desk. I wait for him to put his hearing aids in, and give me approval to speak.
“Do you have something for me, Bello?”
I shiver, unable to stop myself. His deep voice, and the way he rolls right over that word—bello. With the scars that have been left on me…beautiful isn’t something I feel often. Yet the intensity of his gaze makes me believe he actually can see me that way.
Straightening, I nod. “Yes, Sir.” I stop and gauge his reaction to the honorific.
The quirk of his lips, and rise of an eyebrow, gives me hope.
Blinking, I press on as I pass over the documents.
“I have these for you. I’ve given Hollis the information from the warehouse, but these are more regarding possible moles.
I gave the Martelli list to Benjamin already. ”
Jude stares at me after taking the documents, enough to put me on edge. Finally, he addresses me. “Thank you, Bello. I was unaware you were working on this, in addition to everything else. You seem tired.”
I cringe before blushing, dropping my eyes immediately. I tug at my suit jacket, trying to smooth it down. “I know… I'm not looking my best right now. I?—”
“Did I say that, Bello?” I jolt at the steel in his voice, but keep my eyes averted, despite hearing movement. My mind is too caught up in its own cycle of despair.
When strong fingers catch my chin, forcing me to look up, I blink at the expression on Jude’s face. There’s a level of intensity—of heat—that makes my knees weak. Fuck . It ratchets up my desire, and I whimper at it.
“Oh, poor Bello, you need something don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, desperately wishing he’d give it to me, but knowing I have no control.
Jude chuckles and shakes his head. “I’ll give you a chance to prove you’re ready for me.”
He leans forward and captures my mouth in a kiss. It’s not gentle, there’s an ownership to it, and I desperately give in, letting him control every moment. I gasp when he pushes me away, not realizing I had thrown myself at him. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Did I tell you to apologize?” he asks harshly, and I shake my head. “Then don’t. I’ll give you a direct order if I want something from you. Undress.”
My hands shake as I carefully take off my suit. I fold it on the chair he gestures at, even though I wish I could hang it up. I twitch a little, but refuse to back down, even if it means creasing one of my favorite suits.
Soon enough, I stand there completely naked, while he’s still fully dressed.
The wolfish expression on his face sets me on edge, and thrills me at the same time.
Even as he rakes his eyes across my body, taking in every scar that litters it.
Nothing in his face shows disgust, and I shudder with a breath of relief.
I bite my lip, before moving my shoulders back and asking, “What next, Sir?”
Humming, he walks around me, his fingers trailing over my skin. Goosebumps break out wherever he touches, and I moan quietly, desperate for whatever he wants next.
He finally stands in front of me again and presses on my shoulders. I immediately go to my knees and stare up at him. I clasp my hands behind me as Jude taps my lips, and I part them in anticipation.
He slowly unzips his pants, pushing them and his underwear partially down. It’s enough for me to see his cock and I tense, wanting to take it in my mouth immediately, but knowing I don’t have permission yet. It’s thick and perfect. I can imagine the way it’ll fill my mouth, and can’t fucking wait.
He grabs my hair and yanks me forward. I gasp with pleasure as he states, “Suck me. I want to see what that beautiful mouth can do.”
I don’t hesitate as I capture his already half hard cock in my mouth.
There’s no teasing, as I don’t have the patience for it.
I take him all the way down, before pulling back, pressing my tongue against the underside of his cock and sucking harder.
I swirl my tongue over the head before taking him deeper again.
I desperately want to make him moan, but he stays silent as I keep moving. His legs shake, and I want to touch him, my body already coiled with desire, but I force myself to keep my arms clasped behind me.
He finally growls and takes over, holding my head as he fucks my mouth. I groan in pleasure at his roughness. My cock is hard, but I don’t give a fuck, not when he’s chasing his own climax. I relax into it, not needing to be in charge, or to think. I’m here for him, a tool for his desire.
I stare up at him, my eyes watering, and euphoria fills me. Giving him everything feels so fucking right.
It doesn’t take much more before he’s coming, and he holds me tight against his crotch. I don’t struggle against it, taking everything I can. When he finally releases me, I sit back on my legs, gasping for air.
He pulls me up and takes my weight when I can’t stand up fully. I don’t understand any of the Italian he murmurs in my ear as I lean against him, my body cooling from what he gave me. Eventually, I find my strength to stand and gently push away from him.
He runs a hand through my hair, and I nuzzle into his palm, letting the calmness soak into me further. My skin feels branded from the emotions he pulled, and for the longest time, I sink into the feeling, not giving a shit when my own erection slowly goes down.
My mind doesn’t stay quiet for long though, and I stiffen, remembering how very fucked this makes me. Jude’s brows furrow as he tugs at my hair. “What is it, Bello?”
Dropping my gaze, I give him two words—two very important words. “Il Padrone.”
A short burst of laughter drags my attention back to him. “I have no fear of him. Bel Fiore Mio, let me worry about him. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
I don’t counter him. All I can do is hope he’s right. “Yes, Sir.”
He lets go of my hair, and at his gesture, I quickly dress myself. For a moment, I stand awkwardly before starting toward the door. “Bello…come see me again when it’s too much. Maybe I’ll even let you have an orgasm of your own.”
Smirking, I turn back toward him. “Sir, if you think any orgasm of mine can be better than giving you pleasure, you don’t know me yet.”
With that final statement, I sail out of the room, almost tumbling into Roman. He raises an eyebrow at me, and I know the scent of sex still clings to me. I shrug, not giving a shit if he knows I was on my knees for his lover. Their relationship is their own to manage.
Hopefully, it won’t stop Jude from exerting his control over me… Because every cell in me yearns for him again. Fucking hell. These damn Amatos…