SUN #14
No one appreciates living without pain until they live through pain. The relief, the lack of discomfort, is overwhelming.
I let out a soft whimper of bliss. And ironically, another sob, of gratitude, escapes me.
"Oh my God… thank you. Thank you so much," I whisper.
"Helping you means risking everything for me," Summer says quietly. "If he finds out, it’s over."
Fighting back the emotions, I shut my eyes, and answer so quietly, he probably barely hears me.
"You don’t know me, and I know you’ve got no reason to believe anything good about me, but I swear, he won’t get it out of me."
Silence falls again. Summer turns his head to the side and leans it against his arm.
And we just hang there. Or float. Or levitate. For the next half hour, until Anzo finally comes back.
The moment I hear his steps and the click of the lock, I let out a loud groan, trying to sell it. Trying to sound like I’m still suffering.
The truth is, even though I wasn’t dangling, my arms were stretched up the whole time. They’re completely numb now, so it’s not a problem to whimper.
Anzo lowers me to the ground, and I groan again. Really, no acting required.
Going from hanging to lying flat sends a jolt of white-hot pain through my shoulders. I collapse on the floor like a sack of potatoes.
The capo lowers Summer too, hands him a key, and tells him to unlock my dick. Summer’s fingers are gentle and quick.
He avoids touching me as much as he can, just does the bare minimum to free me.
"Matteo will take you to your room now. I’ll stay here with Summer. Our fun’s not over yet."
Suddenly, clarity hits. This is my chance.
I don’t want to owe him anything.
So I say it.
"Whatever you were gonna do to him… do it to me instead. Just leave him alone."
I can’t believe those words actually came out of my mouth. Offering to take someone else’s torture, that’s downright crazy. And yet I say it before I even fully think it through.
Anzo freezes, then looks at me with a strange kind of focus.
"Don’t tell me you’ve taken a liking to my sweet Summer."
"No, I only get off on alphas. I just want to help him."
Anzo doesn’t buy it, obviously.
"So, you’ve suddenly found your inner nobility. That’s… unlikely." He tilts his head.
I scoff. "Just let me take his place. Whatever it is, do it to me instead. Please."
Summer lifts his head for a moment. Our eyes meet. Then he looks away again.
Anzo leans down and grabs my chin. He speaks real close.
"Tempting offer. Not gonna lie, that’s one of the reasons I wanted you here. You’re an alpha… and it might be even better for me."
He straightens up. I can see the hesitation in his face.
"The real question is, can you handle it?"
"If you tell me what it is, I’ll tell you my odds," I mutter, making a hateful grimace.
Anzo turns away, but I can see his face twist into a sleazy grin.
"I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet. I thought you were getting close… but maybe I overestimated your intelligence again. My sweet Summer fucks me every single day. Though, the exchange is one-sided, because he’s never come from it."
He lets out a low, dangerous laugh, but I can just feel it’s something that quietly annoys him. Unlike me—the weakling—Summer doesn’t give him control over his pleasure… Respect!
Anzo walks around me, arms folded across his chest. I stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out why it’s Summer who fucks Anzo and not the other way around.
"You’re a bottom?" I mumble, slightly dumbfounded.
"I am. Wasn’t that obvious from our very first conversation in the office?"
"I mean… kind of? But my brain didn’t want to accept it. Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I’m a bottom too, and I’m happy with that. But you’re a mafia boss. It’s hard to wrap my head around… by default, you’re supposed to fuck others!"
Anzo’s face tightens.
"First of all, I’m a creative businessman, not a mobster. Second, bedroom preferences have nothing to do with everyday life."
I hiss out a breath. "Okay, okay! I know! I’m not judging. It’s just a little weird for me to… visualize it. But whatever."
For a second, I hesitate.
"Though… we might have a bigger problem. I can’t get it up when I think about topping someone. It doesn’t turn me on. I’m gonna need a pill or something."
Anzo tilts his head, almost in disbelief.
"You’ve got nearly nine inches, and this is the problem? So, in other words, big and useless."
I bristle. "Don’t be a dickhead! I could say the same thing to you! You’re a big mafia boss and never fucked one of your underlings, huh? I’m not judging your preferences, so don’t judge mine."
Anzo slaps me in the face, not hard. More like a sharp, condescending tap on the cheek.
"Rein it in. I can already see that your default setting is ‘mouthy brat’, and you’re never gonna grow out of it. But at least try to dial it down."
I clench my jaw. I despise this guy to the fucking bone.
"The more you make me hate you, the harder it is to stay civil."
"That’s your problem, not mine. But you’d better let that hate power your loins, because if you can’t get it up, Summer goes back to work. I’ll take six inches that’s hard over nine inches of useless any day."
I glance over at Summer. How the hell does he manage to get hard for someone as vile as Anzo?
"Is Summer a top?"
I don’t know many omega tops. I knew one, a nice guy, even hit on me once, claimed to have seven inches. But I’ve never been into omegas as a subgender. Their pheromones do nothing for me, and the mere idea of servicing them during a heat isn’t exactly tempting.
Anzo shrugs. "I don’t actually know. Maybe he doesn't know himself, since he never had sex before meeting me. One thing is for sure, he doesn’t come when he’s fucking me, and he doesn’t come when I fuck him with a dildo either."
Why does he even say it? Does it bother him so much? Baffle him beyond belief?
Anzo gives the young omega a sideways look. Summer, of course, stays silent, staring at the floor. It’s not hard to guess this minimal communication isn’t exclusive to me. Is he just naturally quiet, or is it stress?
I have to ask. "Is Summer here of his own free will?"
Anzo's face changes, hardening, becoming more hostile.
"Are you here of your own free will?"
"I’m here because you threatened the lives of people I care about!"
Anzo’s face grows even more closed-off. He crosses his arms.
"Same story with Summer. Your point?"
His brows furrow, his foot taps the floor absentmindedly.
Is he upset that all the sex he can get is from people he forces to be with him? Well, looks like me and Summer are in the same damn boat. Maybe I was right when I considered saying, "Hey, trauma bonding is a real thing."
Anzo pierces me with an expectant look.
"Is this conversation your idea of effective foreplay?"
"Fine! Can I at least get my hands free? Or maybe a hit of poppers, something to help me get going!" I blurt out, sitting up straighter.
Anzo juts out his jaw.
"Your hands stay tied. And I don’t want you touching me in any way. The only point of contact between us will be your dick."
"I’m not doing it without a condom. I don’t fuck with anyone raw."
"Obviously. I don’t need your fluids in me, slut."
Anzo pulls out a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube from the drawer.
Then he tilts his head.
"And remember, if I don’t like anything you do, your collar comes into play."
The next moment, Anzo leans over the table, unzips his pants, and pulls them down just enough to expose his ass. However, the front of his pants still covers his crotch, which he’s pressing against the edge of the table.
I swallow hard, glancing at what’s between his cheeks.
He’s shaved smooth, and his hole is… meh, just a regular hole. Looks slick, probably already lubed up. Prepped for a session with Summer, I guess?
Good, that’s less work for me and less of his body I have to touch.
Unfortunately, the sight does nothing for me. Nothing. On top of it, it's the fucking sadist, Anzo. And I’m a hopeless bottom. The idea of topping anyone has never appealed to me. So how the hell am I supposed to force myself to fuck him?
Did I go too reckless this time, risking everything with my offer to help Summer?
There’s a bottle of poppers on the table. I take a dramatic whiff, but it barely helps.
"You got any pills or aphrodisiacs or something?" I whine, looking down at my completely shriveled, terrified dick. Come on, buddy! Wake up. The only time you're this small is in freezing water.
"Summer manages just fine without them. So either you get it up or get out, Summer will take over," Anzo growls.
I glance at Summer. His eyes aren’t on the floor anymore, they’re on me. And then he speaks. His lips move so subtly that only I can hear him. Anzo, being a beta, can’t.
"I can help, if you want."
I answer the same way, barely moving my lips.
It’s one of the advantages of being AOs, our ears are like dogs’.
"How?" I whisper.
"I can… push things."
I stare at him, not understanding what he just said.
"Push? You mean like… move objects?" I narrow my eyes, digging into the idea. "Gases and fluids too?"
He nods, but my brain is too slow to keep up. It takes me a while to put two and two together.
"So… you can force the blood into my dick?"
Another nod.
Holy shit! That’s actual magic. Sounds like some kind of telekinesis.
"I can also make a thin barrier between you and him. You won’t feel anything."
His words sound so bizarre, I just keep staring at him. As far as Anzo’s concerned, the room is silent. He's just waiting. Probably hoping that I’m working on getting hard. And in a way, I am.
"Let’s try. And yes, I don’t want to come. Not inside that bastard."
The next moment, it feels like a force presses against my abdomen. Summer’s colorful eyes stay locked on mine, looking slightly absentminded, as if he’s in some kind of trance. Do they glow a bit?