25. Saint
Clay was updating me via text periodically, still keeping the interim director and the new counselor under surveillance. Rishi was sending the daily report as he had been doing, and occasionally there were tidbits from the kids in it. They reported that Roland Cunningham had been pressing the kids for more on where they had come from and life at the shelter when I was there. Clay reported that most of them were silent, but one or two had told him exactly where he could put his questions. I had matching reprimand reports in my inbox from Kenneth to show that he had spoken to them about the disrespectful behavior.
I texted Clay about that, telling him to show the kids the messages that I sent about it, and I told them that whatever Kenneth said was merely a short-term thing and while I did want them to be respectful, I appreciated their willingness to defend me.
A few days after we got back to LA, Clay called me. “Somebody named Captain Stacy interviewed me. I didn’t say much, but he did say he was working with you, so I told him where my dad was taking me before I ran away… Is that okay?”
“Yes, that’s okay. Rio’s boss is working with Captain Stacy and Officer Hallie’s boss, Captain Donovan. They believe you but there’s been some stuff in the way to making it happen,” I said.
Clay sounded a little less anxious then. “That’s good. Are you and Mr. Torrez okay?”
“Yeah, we’re good.” I smiled at Rio, who was sitting at the desk on his laptop. He had music on when my phone rang but silenced it when he heard that the caller was Clay. He answered my look with a smile of his own, then nodded towards the phone. “Okay?” he asked softly.
I wavered my hand at him to show that it was so-so and Rio frowned.
“Saint, I had an idea…”Clay said after a few false starts. I could hear him working up to something but I usually just let them take their time unless it was an urgent matter, so I as waiting patiently.
“Yeah? What idea?” I asked.
“What if I called my dad and asked him to come meet up with me?”I heard him swallow. “Then maybe I could get him to say that he did some of this stuff and we could take it to the cops?”
I did not think that was a good idea, though I appreciated that he wanted to help. “Clay, that’s dangerous, and California is a two-person consent state anyway so if we recorded anything it wouldn’t be admissible.”
“Oh…”Clay sounded deflated. “I’m sorry. I want to help, though. It’s my fault all of this happened.”
“It is absolutely not your fault, Clay! Protecting kids like you is my job, and I would have Officer Hallie bring you to me a hundred more times rather than have you on the street or in Arizona. Your father’s actions are not your fault, either.”
Clay sighed quietly. “Okay. I’m still sorry though. I’ll keep an eye on everything here, okay?”
“Okay. That helps me a lot, Clay, to know that the kids are okay. Mr. Rao is there to help you if you need, too. He has Rio’s phone number if you need to talk to him,” I said.
“I understand,” Clay said.
When the call ended, I sighed and went to Rio. “He wanted to try to trap his father into incriminating himself.”
Rio nodded, humming. “Not a bad idea, but impossible,” he said. “It’d be nice if we could do that.”
“Believe me, I know,” I said. I put my arms over his shoulders from behind and leaned down to nuzzle the side of his neck. “You smell good.”
Rio chuckled. “I do?”
“You do. You always do, but you especially do right now.”
Rio closed his laptop and leaned back to look at me upside down. “And does my smelling good have any… effect on you?”
I laughed. “It could. How could I inspire a similar effect in you?”
Rio pushed the chair back and stood up, pulling me into his arms to kiss. One hand snaked up to pull my hair and I whimpered into his mouth. “Right there, that sound,” he said, his mouth only far enough away from mine to be able to speak clearly.
“Oh,” I said, and whimpered at another firm but not rough tug on my hair. “Well,” I tried again and was again silenced.
“Sh,” Rio said. “No talking when I have better things for such a pretty, brilliant mouth to do.”
“Oh my god,” I whispered before Rio claimed it again.
***
Rio held me to his chest, running his fingers through my hair while I floated. I had been very, very good for Rio, letting him do as he wished until I wanted his mouth or his hand on my cock so badly that I felt like I was going to fly into a thousand pieces. It felt like he had pushed me farther than he had previously, taking me to the edge of climax with only his tongue on my cock once when he finally touched it, then his hand, and then both. By the time he pulled off the third time he was holding my hips to the bed with his forearms, and when I opened my eyes to look at him, he looked like he had just won the lottery. “Such a good boy,” he rasped.
“Holy fucking shit…” I gasped.
He fucked my mouth then, a juxtaposition of rough and tender as he stroked my cheeks and jaw with his thumbs as he used me and pulled my hair. I was beginning to float by the time he flooded my mouth, and I was more than willing when he pushed me down into the mattress and began to fuck his own mouth with my prick.
I came with a wrecked gasp in moments, and then Rio gathered me to his chest. I clung hard, my mind blank but for the consuming need to be as close to Rio as I could physically get.
“My sexy Saint,” Rio crooned, voice nearly gone from the vigorous use he had given his throat.
I whimpered, snuggling harder into Rio’s chest. I felt sleepy and sated and like I wouldn’t get out of bed for a month.
“You’re the prettiest thing,” Rio murmured. “My good boy, always wanting to do your best.”
Rio’s praise flowed over me like warm water and I moaned softly. We were done but he wasn’t finished, apparently. He kept talking as he petted me and held me, until the warm, heavy feeling I was floating in overtook me and I drifted off.
Rio’s phone ringing woke me, though I didn’t open my eyes. I snuggled harder and I heard Rio chuckle. “Can I answer it, baby?”
I nodded, thinking it might be something about the case, but I didn’t let him get any farther away than I had to. Fortunately, his phone was on the bedside table, so he only leaned away for a second.
“Oh,” Rio murmured when he looked at the screen, then swiped to answer. “Rafael,” he said, and every bit of my attention was suddenly focused on the voice on the other end of the phone line.
I heard a gravel-voiced laugh from my place on Rio’s chest. “Am I interrupting?”
Rio cleared his throat and laughed softly. “No, just relaxing. How are you doing? You haven’t called in a while.”
“Keeping busy, you know how it is. Working on an updated code of conduct for the club.”
“Christ, are people still going on about that?” Rio’s voice dipped to a croaky growl that made my stomach dip a little.
“Si. Hired a couple of new DMs, and wound up banning not only that dude but a few others.” I heard him click his tongue. “If they can’t respect the community and their sub, they’re not welcome in my club.”
“I would have thought that they’d know better than to try that in one of your spots by now,” Rio said. “You’ve been on the scene for twenty years and you’ve had the club almost as long as I’ve known you. The rules have always been the same, just like you taught me.”
“Just like I taught you,” Rafael echoed, then I heard another quiet, gravelly chuckle. “Who’re you relaxing with? Someone who appreciates your training?”
I looked up at Rio’s face when I felt him freeze. His face had gone red and he was looking at me like he thought I would disappear. I tilted my head for a second, then realized what he was afraid of. Slowly I raised myself on my elbow and smiled at him, leaning to kiss him. “Yes, Rafael, he appreciates your training very much,” I said into the phone, kissed Rio again, and then rolled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, smiling as I heard the laugh coming from the phone even as I walked away as Rio sat speechless.