Chapter 11
Iusher Antonio, Nario, and Nicolo upstairs to their bedroom straight after dinner.
My mind is turning with everything that was said and unsaid over the meal, and I don’t blame my Bel Fiore for wanting to avenge his friend.
What I know of his past…the hints I’ve gotten of Hollis’s…
Antonio isn’t the only one who wants to put Il Padrone down.
Doesn’t mean I’m going to let him do something stupid. No, he belongs to me now—all three of them do, which means they’re my responsibility. And I’ll show them just how seriously I take that…
In the room, I lean against the closed door, watching as Antonio stands before me and his lovers, squirming slightly under our combined gazes. He stares up at me with wide, almost-innocent brown eyes, and I bite back a grin at the attempt.
“Sir…”
“Unless the next words out of your mouth are apologies for your impulsive and irrational thoughts, I don’t want to hear it, Boy.”
“But, Sir… He can’t be allowed to get away with this. Besides, I should get Lio a housewarming gift, shouldn’t I? It’d be rude otherwise…”
“No,” I say firmly, my tone firm and commanding.
Antonio snaps his mouth shut and squares his shoulders, and even the twins stand up straighter at the single word.
And the power in that… The ability to bring such men to their knees… It’s been far too long since I had the pleasure.
“I know you care for Lio, that you want to protect him; I will even agree that Il Padrone shouldn’t be allowed to get away with what he did.
But it needs to be Lio’s choice. Understand?
” I sign the last word, hoping my point gets across.
“You wouldn’t want Emilio, or any of the Bosses or Boys, to make a decision for you, so you don’t get to do the same for them.
It doesn’t matter if you think you’re helping, or if you’re making the right choice.
We’re working on not becoming Allesandro and Cristian, and going rogue, no matter how noble the cause, isn’t how we do it. ”
Antonio swallows, his eyes still burning with rage and the need to put his former Master in his place, but he nods. His cheeks turning red and his expression softening. “Yes, Sir.”
Moving away from the door, I step in front of him and lift his chin, forcing him to meet my eyes. “I love that you want to help your friend, Bello, but if you don’t listen and respect him, all you’ll do is hurt him more.”
He lets out a shaky breath. “He doesn’t get to hurt us and act like nothing happened…”
I smile and grip his chin a little tighter.
“Have a little faith in your Boss, Bello. I know Lio well enough by now to be sure that he'll make his own decisions when he’s ready. It’s hard when the person who hurt you is someone you cared for, but that doesn’t mean it’ll go unpunished.
You don’t need to be his avenging angel, Bello.
And if you even think about stepping a foot out of this house to become one, you will have to deal with consequences from both your Boss and your Dom. ”
He shudders, a slight moan escaping his throat. “I’ll behave, Sir.”
“I know you will. You want to be my good boy, yes?”
“Yes.” He brings his hand between us to sign his answer, and it makes me smile.
“Good boy.” Leaning in, I kiss his lips gently. “You were a disrespectful shit at dinner, Bello,” I say softly. “Even after you were asked to drop it. I understand you were worried about Lio, but he deserved the respect of being spoken to privately, if you couldn’t let it go.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I’m not the one you need to apologize to. I’m going to tan your ass for being a disrespectful brat, and for thinking I’d be okay with you disappearing on me and possibly getting yourself killed? You’d take yourself away from me when we’re just getting started? You’d leave Nicolo and Nario alone?”
He lets out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.”
I smile. “You will be.”
Backing up, I look at the three of them, grinning when I meet Nario and Nicolo’s wide hazel eyes.
The look of adoration shining in their gazes has my cock thickening, and I have to look away to stay focused.
It’d be so easy to take all three of them to their knees and force my will onto them, they’re all so willing… but I want—need—to do this right.
“Most of the time,” I tell them, “I’ll be paying close enough attention to hear you safeword, but I want you to have all the precautions you need.”
“We’ll be fine, Sir.”
I shake my head and fight back my urge to ram a knife in Il Padrone. “If it wasn't for Tennant, and Roman’s need to be used as a toy, I wouldn't be playing without a safeword at all. If you want this, want me, you'll play by my rules.”
“We understand, Sir.”
“Good. Now, watch carefully.”
With my right index finger, I show them red, placing it in front of my lips and then quickly moving it downward, making an X as I finish the sign.
Slower, I show them how to sign the color, and watch as they practice a few times until they get more comfortable with it.
I demonstrate yellow and green next, and smile as I watch them all copy me.
I'm not much of a language teacher, but the easy and eager way they follow my signs, the initiative Antonio has already shown me to learn my language, even if his previous “thank you” wouldn't be considered much by most…
For me, with my history, it's everything.
“Very good,” I sign and say. “Now, Bello, I want you to undress. First, give me your tie, but then I want you to take off all your clothes and come lay over my knee.”
All of them moan, and the sounds get my heart pounding and my cock aching in my pants.
Antonio hands over his tie and begins undressing.
I take a seat on the edge of the bed as he does so, wondering momentarily if the mattress is big enough for the four of us, but then…
I could always make my brat sleep on the floor…
While Antonio hangs his suit, I turn to Nicolo and Nario, grinning at the desire I can practically feel pouring off them.
“You have a choice,” I tell them. “You can stay and watch, or you can step out for this part; I’ll allow you to come back for cuddles afterwards.
Know this, if you stay, you’ll need to be well-behaved and do everything I say. ”
They look at each other, a silent communication passing between them before they turn to me. “We’ll stay, Sir.”
“That’s the answer I was hoping for…”
“Nicolo,” he replies.
“Thank you, Nicolo.” I fingerspell his name. “I’m going to have fun with the both of you. Once we get used to one another, I think there are a lot of fun things we can get up to.”
Nario moans, the fair skin of his cheeks turning such a pretty shade of red, I am itching to see how far the color goes.
Antonio comes to stand in front of me, and I grin at the hard cock I’d love to take into my mouth. Too bad he doesn’t deserve it. “So beautiful. A bel fiore all for me.”
He straightens up, his shoulders relaxing a little, even as he glances down.
“Don’t do that,” I chide. “Don’t hide from me.”
His chocolate brown eyes meet mine, and his lips turn down a little. “I don’t feel beautiful,” he whispers, barely audible.
“Speak up, please,” I order. “I’ll always listen to you, Bello. But I need to be able to hear you, understand? I can’t help if I don’t know what the problem is.”
He clears his throat and then gestures to his scars. “I don’t always feel beautiful.”
Nario and Nicolo go to protest, but I hold up my hand to stop them. “Come here, Bello.”
Antonio moves closer and I pull him in by the waist. “You know Roman pushed us together because he’s a little shit, but he was right about the fact that I like pretty things. And you…are one of the prettiest things I’ve seen in a long time.”
“Roman…”
“Is gorgeous, yes. But so are you. You’re both my type in different ways.
It’s not just looks that I see when I look at you, Antonio.
I see it all. The Ghost who hides in the background, the switch who found his perfect partners to dominate, but hadn’t yet found someone who could put the brat in his place.
“You’re so much more than your looks, than your scars. They're what make you who you are, but they're not all you are, and I love every. Single. Inch. Of who you are. Okay?”
Antonio gives me a watery smile. “Thank you, Sir.”
I shake my head. “Don't thank me for this. Now, I think it's time for your apology. You've been begging for a spanking since we met in Doc’s office, haven't you?”
He shivers. “Yes, Sir.”
“Over my lap then.”
I help him get situated, making sure most of his body weight is balanced on my good leg as he spreads out over me. He easily complies when I bring his hands behind his back, his weight sinking into me so he can keep his balance and position.
Picking up his tie, I wrap it around one of his hands a few times before stuffing the rest into his palm and closing his fingers over it. “This is your safeword if you can't say it, or if I don't hear you. You'll open your palm and let the tie drop, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I look over to Nario and Nicolo. “Since you two are staying, you're to kneel there.” I nod to a spot on the floor directly in front of the bed. “I want you to watch and learn. You can undress or stay clothed. Touch yourselves or each other, but you are not to come, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” they say in unison.
“Then let's get started.”
With my attention fully on the beautiful man in my lap, I gently run my hands over his back, down his arms, across his legs, and then finally sweep light fingers over his gorgeous ass.
He squirms and I hold him firmly around his waist, keeping him in place. Smoothing my hand over his ass, I get very familiar with it before drawing back, and without hesitation, spank him.
All three of them moan, and I smile before doing it again.