38. Emilio
A fter the Amatos leave, there is a moment where everyone stands still. I cut my eyes toward Ignacio, wondering what happened after Master and I disappeared into the office with Cristian, Carter, and Tennant. From his relaxed—and happy—expression, I’m assuming Roman had a fun time.
Benjamin, however, does not look happy. Part of me wants to go to my best friend and ask how he is, but Master grabs my hand and tugs me to follow him, which I’ll always do.
He gives a curt dismissal before we disappear down the hallway. I’m not surprised when we enter his office again. The memories of what happened assault me. His challenge to Tennant was unexpected, but certainly not surprising. And those kisses? Fuck. Those were hot.
After sitting in his chair, he pats his lap and I scramble up, letting him adjust me to his comfort.
My legs spread out over his, and when he grasps my neck lightly, I melt into him, my back touching his strong chest. He’s finally gained back the weight he lost while in captivity, and I almost purr from the pleasure.
That may also be from the way his hard cock is pressing against my ass.
“Do you have any questions for me, Little One?” he rumbles against my ear, and I shiver from it. Keening slightly when he lets go of my throat.
“No, Daddy.” I grasp the arm he uses to cage in my waist, squeezing it carefully.
He nuzzles my neck, and goosebumps break out along my skin.
“You know that my feelings for Cristian—and Carter—don’t take away from you, right?
You are still the one I will be marrying, and I can’t wait for that moment, to pledge in front of everyone how much you mean to me. You are my heart. My soul. My love.”
“Yes, Master. I have no doubt about that. Although, I really would like to get rid of the wedding planners,” I grumble.
We only found that one to be an issue, but fuck if I’m not thrilled to have any of them around anymore.
“And it was fucking hot as hell seeing you kiss them. I definitely like them more than Luca.”
His laughter rolls through me and I hum in pleasure, knowing I was able to pull that from him.
I have no worries about Cristian and Carter.
Neither of them can provide him with what we have.
Nor can he provide them with what they have.
If he finds comfort with them after what he went through…
Well, fuck, I understand that completely.
Hollis... The mere thought of him makes me blush.
Master chuckles at me, and drops a hand to my inner thigh, lightly stroking it. Even through my pants, it sets off an explosion of fire. I automatically grind my hips against him, moaning at the feel of his cock.
Slap!
Fuck. I whimper at the pain in my thigh, even if it is pushing me higher. “Behave, Caro.”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper, my blush deepening in response.
Nuzzling my neck, he continues the slow and erotic movement. I shake from the need to move, but his other arm tightens around me, forcing me to behave.
“Open your pants. I want you to take out that pretty cock of yours,” he breathes against my ear, and I hold back a moan that desperately wants to escape.
I quickly obey, struggling with the way my pants are stretched out as my legs spread wide. I sigh in relief when I manage it, my hard cock springing out of its confinement. “Would you want to see? To watch me fuck Cristian? Or maybe see Carter in between Cristian and me?”
“Oh fuck. Yes, Master,” I whimper, trying to move, but thankful he won’t let me misbehave. At least, until he starts to slowly stroke me.
His hands touch me so lightly, there’s barely any friction, and it drives me nuts. I squirm as much as possible, feeling like I’ll die if he doesn’t grip me.
“Yeah, I can see that. Carter between us, with Cristian feeding him his cock, while I’m behind Carter, fucking him hard. I bet Cristian’s cock is the only thing keeping him quiet. Especially when I drag a knife across his back, marking him, bringing him closer to the edge.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, twisting as much as possible, needing more. More of anything at this point, because fuck . The idea of Master lighting Carter up…damn.
Master runs one finger along the underside of my cock, pressing on the vein, before gently circling its head.
“And what if I put you on your knees to watch? Wearing a cockcage, so no matter how excited you get, you can’t do anything about it.
Maybe I’ll even add a prostate massager, and give the controls to Cristian, letting him increase your urgency at his desire, as he takes Carter’s mouth without restraint. ”
“Jesus.” I shudder. “I… Fuck. That’s evil.”
“Hmm…I bet we could make it even harder on you, too. Tie you up, maybe some nice predicament bondage? All while you watch and listen. Would seeing Carter come get you excited? Knowing your Master helped bring him pleasure?”
“Yes! Fuck. I want to see that,” I breathe out. Begging, I whine, “Please, Master. Please let me come.”
“I don’t think you deserve it yet.”
He continues methodically touching me, never giving me the friction I need, and I struggle not to curse him.
I don’t want to run the risk of not getting off, but fuck.
The entire possibility of watching him with Carter and Cristian…
watching him with equals and not other Boys…
I can see it so vividly. Hell, I can taste it.
“I suppose you were good today though. You didn’t complain about not seeing Hollis. You didn’t try to stab Tennant either. Of course, that could be because I didn’t let you have your knife… But I’ll pretend it’s because you’ve learned.”
“Master, please. I…I need you. I need you so much.” That seems to be the magic word, as he pushes me off his lap and bends me over the desk, pulling my pants down completely.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Damn. Your ass…always so beautiful. It reddens for me perfectly.” I moan and cant my hips, shamelessly begging for his cock.
He chuckles evilly as he gives me another slap, before rummaging in his drawer for lube.
Slicking up his cock, he presses me down further onto the desk.
“I’m not going to stretch you that much. I want you to feel it.”
“Yes, Master! Please! I need you.” I groan as I bury my head in my arms.
Feeling the rough invasion of two barely-lubed fingers, I mewl with need, desperate for him, like always. He pumps his fingers, barely opening my channel, before taking them out.
I brace on the desk, knowing it’s going to hurt, but fuck if I care. I feel his cock at my opening, and bear down as much as possible, but I don’t have hardly any time to prepare as he thrusts into me without care. “FUCK!”
My body tenses from the violent entrance, but he doesn’t give me time to adjust before he starts pistoning his hips. I shift my weight between my legs, trying to accept the punishing pace. He grabs my throat, tightening until I can barely breathe, and my body finally submits to him.
“That’s my Tesoro. All spread out for me, and so fucking perfect. The way you take me…so beautiful. You’re mine, Caro. Always. And I’m yours. No matter who else we bring to our beds, to our lives, it’s you and me. Forever.”
He adjusts his strokes until he’s hitting my prostate, again and again, until my body almost can’t handle the frenzy. The lack of air and pleasure envelops me, crashing over me.
“Come, Little One. Come on my cock. Show me you’re mine.”
I shatter. It’s impossible not to obey as he wrings every bit of indulgence out of me.
Fuck . Master leans over me and bites my neck—hard.
That level of claiming sets off a cascading effect, and it’s like my orgasm just won’t stop.
My legs shake, unable to hold me up anymore, and he quickly lets go of my throat, taking my weight instead, as he forces me to take more from him.
My body is nothing but a toy for him, my true Master.
It completes me in a way I never thought possible.
When he shudders and comes inside me, I give one last broken moan. Exhaustion seeps into me and despite how everything hurts, I’m so fucking content.
Master shifts me enough to grab the pack of wipes we keep handy. After cleaning me the best he can, he falls back into the chair, still holding me as if I’m precious.
I can’t make my tongue work enough to say any words, but it doesn’t matter. With the other half of my soul holding me tight, I’m finally able to find my center—to breathe.
As we sit there relaxing and connecting, I wonder just how real that scenario may be in the future. Fuck. Having him back…my heart fucking glows with satisfaction.
“Always,” I eventually whisper, eliminating any doubts he may have.
Thank fuck he doesn’t make me leave, because my legs still aren’t steady.
I close my eyes instead and let myself drift…
comfortable in the knowledge that no matter what, it’ll always be my Master and me together against the world. As it should be .