39. Roman
I desperately want to ask what went on in the office, especially because neither Dad nor Ten look happy when they exit their car, but the look Tennant gives me when I open my mouth has me snapping it shut again. He storms into the house, and I wait for my dads to get close.
Raising an eyebrow at Dad’s torn and bloodied shirt, I ask, “Are you okay?”
Dad sighs and plucks at his clothes. “Fine. Just a little disagreement between Ten and I. Nothing for you to worry about.”
“That doesn’t look like nothing.”
“Roman,” Dad says in a soft yet firm tone of voice. “Please, drop it. This is between Tennant, Il Padrone, and I. I don’t interfere with your relationships, please give me the same respect.”
Looking between my dad and Carter, I find both blank masks, and I hate being in the dark about what’s going on. I know what it looks and sounds like, but…Dad isn’t like me. Besides, as loose of sexual boundaries as Il Padrone has, he wouldn’t cross that line, would he?
Fuck. No wonder Tennant is pissed.
“Just…be careful, okay? And, you can talk to me, if you need to.”
Dad’s expression softens a little, and he reaches out to squeeze my shoulder. “Thank you, Figlio Mio. Try not to worry, we’ll be fine. This isn’t the first, nor will it be the last time Tennant and I disagree. It’s been a while since it’s gotten physical, but I can handle him.”
Letting out a slow breath, I choose to believe him, knowing he’s dealt with Ten for longer than I’ve been alive, but…still. My dad and my lover at odds isn’t at all what I want.
Dad squeezes my shoulder again before letting go, and I dart forward to hug both him and Carter, before the three of us walk into the house.
I’m not surprised to see Jude waiting for me in the foyer, but I am surprised when he takes my hand and leads me to the stairs.
“We have work to do…” I protest.
“It can wait. There’s nothing pressing on our plates right now. Come, Ten needs us more.”
I deflate at his words and let him drag me upstairs. The walk to our suite seems long, as anticipation begins to grip me. My cock hardens as I try to imagine everything they can do to me, especially with the mood Ten is in.
Jude tugs me through the door of our room, and as soon as I’m over the threshold, he spins around, crowding me against the wall. My breath whooshes out of me as he looms over me, pale green eyes alight with desire.
“You’re going to take whatever you’re given, aren’t you, Tesoro Mio?”
“Yes,” I say and nod, my heart starting to race.
He smiles darkly. “Good. Take your jacket and your boots off, but leave everything else.” He backs away and disappears into the bedroom, giving me a minute to catch my breath.
Shucking off my suit jacket, I toss it over the back of the couch, uncaring if it gets wrinkled.
My boots get kicked off and pushed to one side, and I take a moment to center myself once that’s finished.
Smoothing down my hair and straightening my skirt.
I have no idea what’s going to happen once I enter the bedroom, but with all three of them and one of me…
Fuck , my cock leaks pre-cum at just the thought of them owning me.
Walking into the bedroom, I let out a half gasp, half moan of pleasure, as I’m roughly grabbed. Two sets of hands grab my arms, holding them tightly as rope drags along my wrists. I struggle, trying to fight their grip, but they hold me to the point of bruising.
“Don’t be naughty,” Tennant says darkly. “This is for your own good. After all, you got to visit with your paramour. Hol and I didn’t.”
“So did Jude,” I shoot back, trying to wriggle away, even as my arms are yanked behind me and my wrists are tied together at the small of my back.
Jude laughs and finishes with the rope, checking to make sure it’s not cutting off circulation, but is still tight enough that I can’t easily escape, before moving to stand in front of me. “If you think a few measly minutes is long enough with my Bel Fiore, then I’ve been neglecting you, Toy.”
“Is that it?” Hollis asks from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. “Have we been neglecting you?”
My breath catches, and I tremble as I try to remember how to form words. With all three of them dominant as hell right now, my brain has turned to mush.
“No.” I shake my head, wishing I had my hands, so I can sign it, too. “I… We’ve been busy, but no. I haven’t felt neglected.”
Hollis hums and looks to Jude and Tennant. “Undress. I want to see what’s mine.”
I moan as they follow the quiet command, not just undressing, but turning to one another and removing each item of clothing, piece by slow piece.
I itch to move, to do something besides stand here, but with my wrists tied, and all of them being demanding and controlling bastards, I know better than to do anything except breathe without permission.
I’m not submissive like Emilio, but being ordered around, and treated like nothing but a toy for their pleasure? Fuck, yes, please. I want to know I’m here for no other reason than to get them off.
I might not need to be put in my place, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it. When Hollis stands and moves over to me, I shake with the desire to be touched. I want nothing more than for him to shove me to my knees and force his cock into my mouth. So, of course, that’s not what happens.
“Look at you all dressed up,” he comments lightly. He reaches out and tugs at my skirt. “You look like pure innocence, Roman. Don’t you know lying is a sin?” He palms my hard cock and I moan. “Did Ignacio appreciate your outfit?”
It’s hard to breathe, but somehow, I manage to get the words out. “Yes…he said I looked very pretty.”
Hollis smiles. “You do…” Leaning down, he whispers, “I bet he wished he could defile you like we’re about to.”
I moan and my cock throbs, need coursing through me.
Hollis squeezes my dick in his hand before pulling away, only to grab my arm, dragging me over to the bed.
I allow him to position me as he wants, his hands firm as he helps me climb onto the bed. When he pushes me onto my back, I gasp, pleasure shooting over me as he drags me to the end of the bed, my head hanging over the edge.
Without a word, Hollis opens his pants and strokes his hard cock, before stepping forward and pressing the tip to my mouth.
I don’t hesitate, opening and taking him in, inch by blissful inch, until I’m stuffed full of him.
Hollis leans over me, his cock pressing deep into my throat, making me gag as I try my best to swallow him down.
The bed dips, but I don’t have time to register what that means before my skirt is thrown up to my waist and a warm, lube-slicked hand covers my dick.
I gag around Hollis as I try to moan with his cock deep in my throat. He groans and pulls out a little before surging back in.
Every time Hollis pulls back, the hand on my cock slides down, and when he surges back in, I get an upstroke. It’s pure torture, and even as I run out of breath, and tears leak from my eyes, my body shakes with unfulfilled need.
Over and over again, Hollis uses my throat, and I get the slow, painful torture of my cock. It’s enough to drive anyone mad.
Just as I think he’s going to come down my throat, Hollis pulls out. I whine, the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue has my mouth watering at just the thought of getting the real thing.
“Shhh, you’re fine,” he soothes. Leaning down, he kisses me, sweeping his tongue into my mouth and tasting himself, before he pulls away.
Jude steps into his place, and I barely get time to admire his perfect, hard cock before he’s thrusting it into my mouth.
Once again, the cycle of torture begins. Jude fucks my throat, while my cock gets stroked ever so slowly as he does so.
My lungs burn with the lack of oxygen, and my head spins as a result of not being able to breathe, and hanging over the edge of the bed.
My neck aches from having to hold myself up.
It’s uncomfortable as hell laying on my arms for so long, but through it all, I feel nothing but safe and loved.
Even when Jude thrusts in deep and the world goes foggy when I run out of breath.
My cock and balls ache with the need to come, but no one touches me rough or hard enough to even get close to an orgasm.
This sweet, drawn-out torture is worse than if they just took turns fucking me roughly.
As I think that, my legs are spread even wider, and then lifted up. I choke around Jude’s cock as someone lifts me by the hips and shoves a pillow or two underneath me, raising me up. Jude pulls back, so I can catch my breath, and I moan as a finger presses against my hole.
“Don’t prep him,” Jude says before he surges back into my mouth. “I want to feel him stretch around me.”
Tennant laughs as I moan. “Our giocattolo likes that thought, Agnellino. His ass got so tight, wanting you to fuck it open. Come here and give him what he needs.”
Jude slowly pulls out of my mouth, dragging his cock along my tongue, giving me one final taste of him, before he does as Ten suggested.
I expect Tennant to come and shove his dick into my mouth next, but that’s not what happens.
I’m lifted from the bed, my head spinning as all the blood in my body tries to right itself, and I'm unceremoniously dropped onto Jude’s lap. Spreading my legs, I throw my head back and moan as he holds my hips tightly and lifts me until I’m hovering right over his cock.
As he lowers me, I cry out, his spit-soaked dick not nearly slick enough for my unprepared hole, but it’s what he wants, and I’ll always give them all whatever they ask.
When Jude thrusts up into me, I push down, my voice going hoarse as I let out a shout. He shoves me onto his cock, giving me no room to breathe or think as he fucks into me. My hole spasms around him at the intrusion, and he moans.
A body presses against my back, and I shiver at the contact. “Should I force my way into your body as well, Giocattolo?” Tennant asks. “Do you want to be fucked by us both?”
I nod my head. “Please…please…please. I need you.”
Tennant hums and brings his hand down between us, sliding a slick finger into my ass alongside Jude’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp.
They both hold my hips, lifting and shoving me down onto Jude’s cock.
Tennant removes his finger, only to come back with another.
Two fingers and a cock isn’t a lot when I’ve taken two dicks before, but that was after being well-prepped.
Fuck , the pressure and pleasure is enough to drive me insane.
“What do you think, Little Lamb?” Ten asks. His voice is soft, but loud enough to be heard over every moan and groan emitting from my throat.
Jude’s fingers dig into my skin, and he pulls me down hard onto his cock, knocking the breath out of me. “I want you to fuck him with me, Love.”
Tennant pulls his fingers away and I feel empty, even though I’m still stuffed with Jude. When Ten returns, Jude holds me still, even though I’m vibrating with excitement.
Ten’s slick cock presses against my hole, and Jude lifts me up enough so there’s room for him to enter me. They don’t go slow.
My entire world becomes the two of them as Tennant works his cock in alongside Jude’s, and they use me for their pleasure.
Tennant plasters himself against my back, pushing me into Jude, forcing more cries from my throat as the angle changes and they both press against my prostate.
I can barely focus enough to watch as Tennant kisses Jude.
Trapped between them, my body is nothing but theirs to do whatever they want with.
When Tennant pulls back and grabs my hips firmly, they both begin to fuck me with intent.
My shirt sticks to my skin with sweat, and I want it off, but my tied hands prevent that. I struggle against the rope, and Jude lets go of me with one hand, only to smack my ass. The feel of his palm hitting my flesh reverberates through my body and I come.
“What a naughty toy,” Tennant says.
They begin to fuck me harder, and I can barely think, let alone breathe as they do so. My cock is still hard, sticky with cum, and I cry with the need for more.
“Come, Agnellino,” Hollis says from somewhere in the room. I’m too out of it to really pay attention to what the words mean. At least, until Jude holds still and his cock throbs inside me.
Tennant pulls out, making me gasp and shake, but Jude coming inside me helps soothe the ache of losing him.
I’m pulled off Jude and I whine, my hole already feeling empty, even though it’s full of cum.
“Shhh,” Hollis soothes me. My arms are released, and the relief mixed with the pain of being pulled back for so long rushes through me. I throw my arms around Hollis’s shoulders as he guides his cock to my open hole.
I barely get time to adjust before Tennant is there, thrusting in alongside Hol. The sense of fullness returns and I sigh, grateful that they’ve already anticipated my needs.
Ten grips my throat with one hand, tilting my head back onto his shoulder, and together, they fuck whatever sense I had left out of me.
As my vision dims, and my air runs out, I come again. I’m sure this skirt is ruined, but it doesn’t matter, not when Tennant tightens his grip on my throat as he also comes. This time, when he pulls out, I’m too tired to protest.
I slump against Hollis, and he fucks into me brutally for several long moments, flipping us over onto the bed, so my back is to the mattress and he’s looming over me.
The intensity of his dark brown eyes has whatever breath I have left catching in my throat, and I stare up at him in awe as he stills in me and comes.
He reaches for my face, wiping some tears away, before carefully pulling out.
I lay on the bed, my body worn out, already aching in every limb, and let them undress me. I flinch when someone wipes me down, the washcloth almost too rough on overly sensitive skin, but otherwise, I don’t move.
Two bodies press against me, and I know there’s another on the other side of Hollis. Sighing, I close my eyes, relaxing into the bed.
“I love you,” I tell all three of them.
Hollis presses a kiss to my temple as he says, “Ti amo, Roman. Tu sei la nostra vita. Non dimenticate mai.”
How could I when, no matter what happens, whoever we end up with, there’s always this . Us.
I know I probably don’t deserve any of this—them—but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to fight for it with everything I am. Hollis, Jude, and Tennant are mine . No matter what, or who else comes along, we’ll always have this.