Jude #2
His behind is nicely decorated, and the promise of bruises are a reminder of what mouthy brats who don’t listen get, which will keep him entertained—for a few days, at least, and then the cycle will begin again. I’m quite looking forward to it. Can’t say life will ever be boring with my Bel Fiore.
Setting the paddle on the floor, I grab handfuls of my brat’s ass, digging in until he releases an audible hiss.
“You look so pretty like this. I mean, you’re beautiful all the time, my gorgeous blossoming flower, but there’s something about seeing you wearing my marks that makes me want to take you apart.
I want to dirty you up, Bello. What do you think about that? You may answer.”
“Please, Daddy. Use me.”
I hum. “Good news for you, you didn’t reach five on the crop, so I will let you come…eventually.”
Removing my hands from his ass, I undo my pants, letting them drop, but not bothering to undress any further.
Spreading his ass cheeks apart, I brush a thumb over his hole. With dry fingers, I enter him, loving the tightness, and the way he hisses and squirms.
Removing my fingers, I jerk my cock a few times before spitting into my hand and wetting my shaft. I could grab the lube, but that’s no fun. I think my brat will appreciate a little pain with his pleasure.
Nudging the head of my cock against his hole, I set my other hand on the back of his neck, holding him in place.
“Just let me, Bello,” I tell him.
Steadily but slowly, I force my way in, stopping only to add more spit to ease the way. When I’m all the way inside him, Antonio shudders, whimpering.
“Shh, I got you.”
Wrapping my arms around his chest, I lift him off the wall, holding him upright as I pull out and then fuck my way into him. Over and over, I pull him onto my cock, loving the tightness, the friction, the immense pleasure of being inside my Boy.
Antonio grips my arms, digging his nails into them and holding on for dear life as I fuck him. The sweat builds between our bodies, gliding his back against my front as I take him hard.
Shoving him into the wall, I press tightly against him, barely moving as I shove my dick into him.
“You feel so good, Bello. I could stay like this all day, enjoying your tight heat, not letting you get off, just feeling you shake against me.” I feel more than hear him groan, and decide it's not enough.
“You can speak freely now, Bello. I think you're too busy to argue with me, aren't you?” I adjust my stance and give a particularly hard thrust against his prostate.
He shudders in my arms, proving my point. “Daddy…please….”
“Do you need something, Sweetheart?”
“You promised to let me come…”
I grin. “I did, didn’t I? Guess I better give you what you want, since you asked so nicely.”
Pulling out, I hold him against the wall, gripping the back of his neck hard enough that he’s going to bruise there too. With my other hand, I hold his hips in place, positioning his ass right where I need it to be.
I fuck into him, stealing his breath and pushing him further into the wall, forcing him to raise up on his toes with the power of my thrusts.
Leaning in, I remove my hand from his neck so I can bite at the delicate flesh. When I taste blood, I pull away, enjoying the perfect imprint of my teeth on him. One day, I’m going to mark him as Hollis marked me, so he and everyone will know where he belongs.
For now, though, I’m a good Daddy who keeps his promises.
“Get yourself off, Bello. If you don’t come before I do, you’ll have to beg for your release…”
I see the conflict in the way he hesitates to reach for his cock, but when I hit his prostate, the need for an orgasm wins out, and he drops a hand to fist himself.
I fuck him fast, harder, chasing my own pleasure, curious to see which of us will win this race.
When Antonio tightens around me, his cries loud to my ears, as his ass tightens at the same time, and I can’t hold back any longer, coming inside him.
Pressing myself flush against him, I place a hand on the wall to hold myself up, while the other grips my Boy to me, savoring the feeling of being deep inside him.
As my cock softens, I pull out, even though he whines and tries to keep me in place. I study him carefully as I grab his shoulders and turn him away, staring down into his eyes as I ask, “Do you want to be a cocksleeve, Bello? Want to keep me nice and warm as we sleep?”
He shivers and nods. “Please…” I read the word on his lips more than hear it, but it’s consent, and that’s all I need.
Smiling at him, I lean in and press a soft kiss to his lush mouth. “Let’s clean up, see when the Stars are going to be home, then go to bed, okay?”
He nods and stumbles along as I pull him into the bathroom. Cleaning him up with a warm rag, I then bend him over the sink to rub cream into his ass. I'm a little firmer than I need to be, but Antonio takes it like the sometimes good Boy he is.
“Bed, Sweetheart. I’m exhausted, and I’m sure you are, too.”
“Shall I text the twins, Sir?”
“Yes, please. I’ll clean up the toys while you do that.”
It only takes a few minutes to wipe the toys down, making sure they’re still in good condition before setting them aside to be put away in the morning—maybe I’ll make Antonio do that.
When I slide into bed, my brat immediately wraps himself around me. “What did the Stars say?”
“They’re on their way home. Everything is running as smoothly as it’s supposed to at the whorehouse. Our reputation is on a steady climb, and any clients we lost due to the raid are either finding their way back or being replaced with new ones. Angel has it well in hand.”
“Good.” I hesitate before asking, “Do you think you’ll move back there eventually? I know that was your full-time position at one point.”
He looks up at me. “The Family needs me right now, and…I don’t want to be away from you, Daddy. I know you’re needed with the Council, you’re important as a Voice.”
“You’re important too, Bello.”
He shrugs. “It’s different now, because I can’t be Ghost as much. I’m too noticeable, even with the plastic surgery.”
Brushing my fingers lightly over his still-healing skin, I say, “You’re important, Antonio. In any of the jobs you do.”
He brightens, my praise lighting up the parts of him that are still so desperate for affection. It’s part of why I have a hard time letting my anger and hatred at Sandro go, knowing he didn’t nourish these softer, vulnerable parts of my Bel Fiore properly.
I understand nuances, and know that their relationship was different than the friendship they have now, but being Antonio’s Daddy means looking out for his well-being in all aspects, and some things are hard to let go.
Though with Tennant now doing…whatever it is he’s doing with Sandro, I need to find a way to…
tolerate the former Martelli Boss. If Ten, of all people, can find something worthy in him, maybe he’s not such a heartless bastard. Maybe.
I make no promises. My protectiveness, not only of my Boys, but all my lovers, means finding the correct balance is hard.
Though there’s hope with knowing Ian is here to make sure no one is abusing their positions when it comes to power dynamics anymore.
The guy gives off “Will kill you if I need to” vibes, and I am okay with that if it means those I claim as mine are safe.
“Angel is good at her job,” Antonio says, getting back to the subject. “I think if the twins and I continue to supervise, but take a more hands-off approach, it’ll be okay, at least for now. Maybe things will change in the future, but at the moment, we’re doing okay.”
“Either way, we’ll make it work. I don’t like the idea of you, or Nario and Nicolo, being away from me, but we’ll do what we have to, okay?”
“I trust you to make it right.”
“And I will.”
Shifting us, I kiss him deeply, rolling him onto his back as I glide a hand down his body, enjoying the way he squirms against the sheets as his bruised ass presses against the bed.
“I think I made you a promise, Bello,” I tell him, nudging my half-hard cock against him.
“Yes, Daddy, you did.”
“On your side then.” I nudge him into position, then reach for the lube, slicking my cock.
His hole is already soft and pliable, my cum dripping out of him still, so it’s an easy slide in.
I press myself flush against him, throwing a leg over his, and rest my arm underneath his head. I press a kiss to his hair. “Goodnight, Bello.”
“Night, Daddy. Love you.”
I kiss him again. “I love you too.”
I won’t sleep until our Boys are home and in bed with us, but Antonio trusts me enough to care for them that he falls into a deep sleep, even while he holds my cock deep inside him.
When the twins arrive not long after, they don’t hesitate to climb into bed with us, and I press another kiss to Antonio’s head, as I can finally relax enough to drop into sleep, surrounded by my Boys.
I don’t think there’s anything more perfect than this.
Well…maybe Roman’s orgy bed. But for now, this is all I need.