Chapter 6
There was probably more to why people left after having sex with me.
Maybe it was the way I changed from the Santo out on the street, spitting and smoking, to who I could be here, where I’d always felt comfortable to be me.
It was strange even now, months after becoming the head of the Bianchi family, that I was under my father’s thumb and doing that gay shit out of sight.
Isaiah was different to the others, though. That wasn’t my first thought about him, but it was what I thought now, and that’s what mattered. He was soft, attentive, caring, and he needed this job—not for social clout or bragging rights, but because I was helping him stay alive, stay afloat.
“I love uncut,” he said. “Can I—”
Being uncut wasn’t the norm here, I had a lot of skin to play with when it was soft, and a lot of that was stretched out when it got hard. I’d been nursing a chub most of the day—it’s what kept me on alert, a little arousal in the system.
“As long as you keep your promise,” I said.
He pulled out his pinky and he promised me. It felt oddly ceremonial, forcing me to kiss my thumb as he kissed his. “Now it’s official,” he said. “I can’t leave.” Then he wiggled his wrist and showed off the bracelet, a sign of who he belonged to. Me.
“Then go ahead, go to town.”
His eyes lit up, and as I lay down, he climbed across my legs, positioning himself.
My dick went from chubbed to hard in a single touch. He couldn’t wrap his hand around it, although he tried, pulling back the foreskin then pushing it over my head. “We could . . .” he whispered, biting his lower lip.
I was happy to let him play, my hands behind my head. “What do you want to do?”
“So,” he let out with a giddy squeeze of his feet at the side of my thighs. I wasn’t a horse to be directed, but he could be the jockey to my dick. “It’s called docking.” He licked the tip of my cock as the foreskin was all pushed up.
I knew what that was. “Do whatever you want,” I whispered.
“As long as you’re having fun.” I liked seeing his eyes light up, the way he gripped as much of my cock as he could with one hand and pushed his other hand through the untamed bush I had.
He was like a cat, rubbing his face all over me and giggling—his version of a purr, I was sure.
I closed my eyes for a moment and he went to deepthroat my cock.
My cock was like one of those “grow your own boyfriend” gag gifs, if you applied saliva to it, it was going to grow—thick, big, and ready to block your windpipe if you gave me chance.
But I was being different with Isaiah. I wasn’t tying him to the bed, to the bathroom, to wherever I pleased in my pleasure penthouse.
“You like that?” he asked, eyes red and watery, smiling as wide as his face allowed. “I think I might need jaw surgery after that.”
“Baby,” I said, gesturing for him to come closer, pulling him onto my body and wrapping my legs tight around his waist. “You’re different, you’re special, you’re not going to hurt yourself.”
Through those happy watery eyes, he nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
I could’ve devoured every sweet part of him and then left him reeling with memories of the night. I thought I was cursed almost, to fuck him and watch him go, or to play the long game and wait, giving him a million reasons to stay at my side—and now he was in my bed.
He licked my tip, his entire mouth engulfing my head, then going down again, taking me deeper into his throat until he gagged and coming back up with happy tears and a wide grin. This was a ride to him, like a roller coaster, starting slow and then bam, getting hit with the deep drop.
“Having fun?” I asked, trying to keep my hands behind my head and not forcing my dick to asphyxiate him.
“Yes,” he said, riding his body up and down my thighs like I really was some cart on the roller-coaster tracks. “Can I do the thing now?” He had his hand on his bulging briefs, which were so tight I thought he might’ve already taken them off. But he was waiting for permission.
“Told you already, play with me as you wish,” I said. “Daddy’s your playground.”
He moaned heavily, and with swift leg swings, he whipped his briefs off and flung them across the room with a giggle—it didn’t seem like he’d done it intentionally, just the way his leg swung. I grinned. “You like that?” he asked.
“You wanna take the vest off as well?” I could see how hard his nipples were, much darker than the rest of his skin.
It wasn’t the first time I was seeing his bare chest, but once he removed it, it would be the first time I’d see him completely naked, like a crab without it’s shell, all soft and easy to eat.
I smacked my lips at the thought of eating him, just a nibble, maybe even a bite. I wanted to leave my mark.
Slowly, he removed the vest and tried covering his chest with his hands. “I’m a bit self-conscious,” he whispered.
“Why?”
He shook his head. “I’m just—”
“You don’t like the way you look?”
“It’s not that,” he said. “I’m just . . . I feel like I’m too skinny sometimes.”
Removing my hands from my head, I placed them at his hips. “Well, under Daddy’s care, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
He lowered his hands to mine, resting them there with a squeeze.
After a moment of intense staring into each other’s eyes, my dick bounced and he giggled.
He continued to play with it, pushing my foreskin over the tip, then with guidance, he pressed his cock against mine, stretching my foreskin over it—not quite so much of it now I was hard, but it covered his tip at least, and Isaiah got an enormous amount of joy from it.
The precum between our cocks had created a sort of lube that he was using to jerk us both off at the same time, mine requiring both hands, while I’d gone back to my former position and watched.
“What else do you want to do?” I asked. I never gave up this much control, especially not to a submissive, but Isaiah was a little, not just some pleasure twink submissive trying to be gaped. Isaiah was—oh, fuck, he was everything soft and sweet I’d been waiting for.
He giggled. “I wanna feel it,” he said. “Inside me.”
I nodded once, biting into my lip, and before I could respond, he’d thrown himself across my torso, his tongue at my nipple, licking it hard.
His hands traced the outlines of the tattoos around my chest and shoulders.
His eyes were begging—soft blinks, big pupils.
How could I say no when he was quite literally asking for it?
“Promise I won’t leave you after,” he whispered as he kissed my chest.
“Is that because of the money?” I asked. I hated myself for asking, it wasn’t nice to throw out there.
“A little bit,” he said.
His honesty surprised me. I yanked his entire body up with my hands hooked beneath his pits until his face was opposite mine.
I kissed him. “That’s why I like you,” I said.
“Why else are you staying?” I asked. “In all honesty, I want you to tell me, then I’ll ruin that pretty little hole just as you requested, baby. ”
Licking the kiss from his lips, he nodded. “Your place is clean, there’s lots of space, teddies, and the money, and you’re—well, you’re dangerous.”
“Dangerous.” I smiled. “I’m not as dangerous as I used to be. But I’ll take it.”
“And why not?” His knees were now around my waist, his ass hovering over my throbbing cock that was begging for his sweet warm hole. I was far too distracted by my need to fuck him.
“Because if I fall, the family falls, and we lose everything.” I squeezed him tighter. “It’s why there are armed men parked outside the building, walking the block, and with access to the building’s security.”
His ass was dangerously close to being penetrated, and he was playing with it. The tip of my dick was one thrust away from slamming into him, and he knew it. “And what was it like before?”
“Before, someone would be near in case there was a problem. But I also have a gun—a few in fact—and I’m not afraid to use my hands either.
” I slipped them up his back until they were at his shoulders, hooked under them.
And with that physical advantage over him, I rolled him onto his back—and as I was now on top, between his legs.
“I also wrestle.” My pendant chain around my neck dangled down and his eyes stared at the slow swing.
He moaned out a gentle whimper. “The only thing I’ve seen you do is—”
I placed a finger to his lips. “We don’t talk about it.”
“Okay .”
“I’ve done worse,” I told him. “And I’d do worse if anyone touches you.”
I could feel his pulse race through every single part of his skin that was in contact with mine, the thrum of his rapid pulse like a drum against my skin. “You—you—you barely even know me,” he said. “I’m replaceable. Aren’t I?”
My jaw tightened, and with my pursed lips, I leaned in to kiss him.
I traveled my kisses down his neck and torso, slowly caressing and kissing until I reached his dick, sticky from precum and play.
I looked up at him. “You’re not replaceable,” I said, licking the underside of his dick and watching his eyes roll back.
“You’re mine, baby, and that makes you one of a kind. ”
Isaiah’s head reeled back into the pillow, unable to control himself at the teasing touch of my tongue as it traveled down from his tip, all the way, following the dark peach seam of his balls right to his taint.
His hands were outstretched, trying to push my head, but instead they grabbed at my hair.