CHAPTER 8
“I can't tell you what your choice should be.I wouldn't want my choice taken from me.” Brian spoke in a warm voice, taking the boy’s hands in his. “I can tell you what your options are if you don’t know them. What matters the most is what you want.
“Can I get rid of it?” Romjin asked in a shaky voice. “As I already told Lazzaro, I want a child, but not now. And not like that.”
“If that's what you want, I'll help in any way I can.” Brian’s heart bled for the youth, but he was going to stay true to his word and support his decision. “I can call Doc and go with you and talk to him.”
“With all due respect, sir, but you don't have a say in this.” Romjin’s voice sounded broken and defeated. “If my owner wants the creature, I must obey.”
“Owner?” Brian was the embodiment of confusion. “What owner? That pile of shit has no right over you anymore. It’s over.”
“Not that one, the other.” Romjin whispered, lowering his gaze. “The man who bought me from him, Don Luca Rinaldi. He's Mafia, you don't cross these people.”
“He isn't your owner.” Brian breathed a sigh of relief. “You are free to choose. I'm Mafia, too, and Luca is one of my closest friends. We are like brothers. I promise he won't hurt you. On the contrary, he'll protect you like I will.”
Not letting Romjin’s hands go, Brian told him about Baldassare’s clever plan to free him once and for all. Although Elias and Ardan used their authority as The Base’s the facto boss and founder to keep the young man separated from his so-called owner, it was only a temporary solution, on the duration of the cage fighting competition.
Baldassare came up with the idea of an Old-World Mafia’s prominent member pretending to be interested in buying Romjin. The prospective owner had to be filthy rich and have a stern appearance, the type of cold-hearted, calculated bastard who didn’t do things from the goodness of his heart. From the outside, Luca fit the profile to perfection, so he was chosen.
Romjin listened to Brian’s explanation without interrupting him. When the librarian stopped talking, the young man hugged him tight and started to thank him, the words of gratitude mixed with sobs. He cried a river, the tears running from his eyes and soaking into the other man’s shirt, carrying with them all the fear, bitterness, humiliation, and the other negative emotions that clawed at his heart.
Two months had passed since that scene. Thanks to Luca’s and Liam’s teachings, but also his natural talents, Lazzaro won the cage fighting competition. With that victory under his belt, he could stay in New York City and make a name in that world, but Martino, backed up by Baldassare, Luca, and Brian, advised him to go to Sicily, learn from Nuzzo everything about what being a mafioso involved, and take care of the Sforza family business from the island.
All the commotion with the cage fighting tournament and Romjin’s situation had Martino, Luca, Brian, and, even if indirectly, Bart too, tensed like bowstrings just before releasing the arrows. The men unanimously agreed they needed to do something to get rid of that tension, otherwise they would soon explode.
Martino suggested a candlelight dinner, and his idea was greeted with enthusiasm by the other three. Donna Marisa, who they asked for help, was more than happy to cook for the special occasion, and she chose to prepare her famous steak with vegetables and mushroom sauce on the side, to the four men’s great delight.
They ate, softly moaning in appreciation, then cleaned the table and loaded the dishwasher before moving to the porch to let the food digest. Brian and Bart sat on the chaise-lounges, with Luca and Martino between their legs, backs resting against their chests. The four sat quietly and enjoyed the view, with the men who were sitting down rubbing soft circles on their partners’ chests and shoulders.
It was so relaxing and mellow that all the worries Luca and Martino had over the last two months faded away. The men could have stayed there forever, it felt that good. They were connecting, even if they weren’t speaking. It was so comfortable, that, with the last trace of tension leaving their bodies, they almost drifted off.
Bart’s hand moved down over Martino’s stomach and dipped into the redhead’s boxer briefs. The younger man got the message and knew it was playtime. Shaking the sleep off him, he stood and hid a small grin as he took the hand his partner was graciously offering and headed inside, not before wishing his husband and the librarian a good night and telling them to have fun.
“Let’s go into the playroom.” Brian’s voice was low and grave, the sound making Luca’s whole body tingle, his breath caught in his throat. The Dom chuckled at his sub’s reaction. “Breathe, pet.” He accompanied his words with a grin, and the other one flushed in embarrassment.
Ugh, why is he so hot, Luca thought, as they headed towards the stairs that would take them to the playroom, with Brian placing a hand on the back of his neck and opening the door for him. Keeping his head down, the sub entered the room and went to kneel in the middle of it, waiting for further instructions from his Dom.
Brian opened a drawer and soon he was behind the other man. “I’m going to blindfold you for our scene. He calmly explained. “I want to build your trust, and by removing one of your senses you will rely more on my verbal and physical directions. Are you okay with this?”
“Yes, Master, I trust you.” Luca secretly was looking forward to that part, every time he and his Dom were engaged in a scene. For him, nothing could be more exciting than not knowing when or how his Dominant was going to pleasure him next; the anticipation was the best part.
“If anything gets too difficult or you need a break, just let me know.” Brian’s voice soothed the slightly tensed nerves of his partner. “I know, we’ve done this before, and that’s why I want you to enjoy it, not be aggravated or frustrated by it. It might make it easier if you try to focus on my voice. I’ll be watching you as well.”
Luca nodded in understanding.He didn’t mind the blindfold at all; focusing on the sounds of Brian walking around the room made all the usual distractions fade away. Even when his Dom seemed to spend a lot of time preparing things, the sounds of drawers opening and closing, a chain clanking, it felt soothing. The sub knew it was all preparations for the scene, and that it would be worth the wait.
“You’ve been so patient.” Brian whispered to the other’s left side, and the man resisted turning his head in that direction. “Here, stand up.” his Dom said, tugging his sub up by his arms, holding him until he had his balance.
Running a finger down Luca’s cheek, his Dom praised his beauty, soft lips, and flawless skin. His words were sealed with a feather-light kiss placed on his lover’s mouth, that last action making the man weak in the knees. Don’t melt yet, don’t melt yet, he chanted inside his head, struggling to maintain his composure.
Brian led Luca to the right, where the St. Andrew’s cross was, and positioned him with his back against it, carefully strapping his wrists. That position was his sub’s favorite, because he felt more stable being able to lean against something. Luca remained focused on the voice of his Dom, who was telling him his briefs needed to come off.
The next second, Luca felt Brian sliding his underwear down, the air moving against his now stark-naked sensitive skin. His Dom leaned down and strapped the other’s ankles to the bottom of the cross. The Sicilian was already getting hard, but the other’s last action made him full blown erect, his breathing getting faster.
You’re excited for this, I see. Brian’s teasing words were accompanied by a few strokes to Luca’s cock. Luca tried to hold back his moan, but his Dom wasn’t having it. “Don’t hold back, my pet. I want to hear how this makes you feel, but no coming until I give you permission.”
“Yes, Master.” Luca nodded, catching his breath. Let the wonderful torture begin, he said to himself.
“Tonight everything is about your pleasure. I’m going to push you a little, but I promise if you focus and do as I say, it will be more than worth it.”
Luca listened to his Master’s footsteps and then heard the mini-fridge open and close. A few seconds later Brian was back and his sub felt something cold and wet being rubbed over his right nipple. An ice cube, he registered. The man sensed both a chill going through him and the heat of pleasure from the simple touch.
The ice cube moved to Luca’s other nipple and he felt his Dominant’s warm mouth on the first one. Brian nibbled and then bit the little nub, startling the other, little jolts of electricity shooting directly down to his groin. He yelled, the exclamation turning into a groan as his Master licked away the pain. Soon, he did the same to the left nipple before pulling away.
A few seconds later, Brian spoke in a husky voice. “I’m going to warm your skin a bit with the flogger.”
“I came to love the way you make the strands of the flogger dance on my skin.” Luca replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
His Master was quite adept at the art of flogging and had turned him into a junkie. His Dom started very lightly, almost just drawing the tails over his sub’s chest, before startling him with a harder swipe; however, instead of wanting him to stop, the man asked for more. The other shushed him, but followed through with several more passes, until the other could feel his skin going from warm to hot.
Brian lowered his aim to Luca’s upper thighs, and the slight fear of feeling the bite on his sensitive shaft made the Sicilian’s breaths go shallow. His Dom praised him, and, although he had no control over his actions and didn’t have any contribution to whatever was happening there, the words pouring from his Master’s mouth still made his heart swell.
Luca relaxed into the feeling of the tails stinging his skin.At times, he found it weird that there was no tension in his body during those play sessions, but after the first couple of hits, he didn’t feel the pain anymore; the endorphins were released and he just felt an incredible buzz. The man was so caught in that unique sensation, that it took him several seconds to notice the Dom stopped and was rubbing cream on his chest, stomach, and thighs.
Brian unstrapped Luca’s ankles and the sub wondered why they’d stopped. He must have voiced the thought without realizing it, because, as he undid his wrists, his Dom explained that he wanted to get him relaxed before he moved him to the spanking bench, which he did after finishing rubbing the cream all over.
The piece of furniture was slightly angled, so as Luca rested on his stomach and chest, his head was slightly lower than his hips. It was so comfortable that, if the Sicilian wasn’t anticipating something amazing, he could have easily fallen asleep. He chose to focus on the voice of his Master, who was telling him he was going to strap him in so he won’t fall off.
Luca felt a thick strap going over his lower back and heard the sound of Velcro underneath the upper part of the bench, which was of the same width as his body. Brian also strapped his sub’s ankles to the lower padded rests that were spaced far enough so the man’s legs were spread, giving his Dom full, open access to him.
Brian rubbed some oil on Luca’s back and ass before peppering the sub’s skin with more strikes of the flogger. It brought the buzz he was feeling up by a few notches, and the need for more became even stronger. Panting, the man begged for some attention to the part that was now exposed and at the Dom’s mercy.