21. Jude
Leaning back in my chair, I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to push away the headache beating a rhythm against my temple.
I know it’s from working too many hours staring at a computer screen, but as one of the Voices, I’ve been doing my job and making sure everything is in order with our suppliers.
Thankfully, Keegan is working with Tennant on the weapons—since that was Marcus’s area before, and Keegan knows how to handle their contacts.
Ten can help get the Brazilians back on our side.
Being a Voice for the Council fulfills something in me that I’m not sure anything else would have, had I stayed on the path I was on when I met the Amatos.
That doesn’t mean everything that comes with making sure the Family runs smoothly isn’t fucking exhausting. At least, I’m not one of the Bosses.
Instincts born from a lifetime of not having one sense, and the training Tennant put me through, has me opening my eyes. My focus drifts down to the Boy standing feet from me, head slightly bowed, posture perfect as he waits for my attention.
“Good Boy,” I tell him. “Come here.”
Antonio raises his head and meets my gaze. There's so much love shining in those dark molasses eyes of his that it takes my breath away.
“Are you okay, Sir?” he says, his lips easy to read.
All three of my Boys have been practicing both their enunciation and their ASL with the trips. That they care so much to learn how to more effectively communicate with me warms parts of me that my birth family left cold.
“Just tired, Bello. It’s been a long day.”
“Can I…do anything for you?”
“Kneel for me, Bello.”
He goes to his knees so effortlessly, so beautifully, it makes the parts of me that might be love light up.
Moving back from the desk, I pat my lap and Antonio scoots himself over to lay his head against my leg, adjusting himself so he’s comfortable and can glance up at me.
Running my hand through his hair, I sigh. “Rest with me, Bello. I have a few other things to take care of.”
I pull my chair closer to my desk, forcing Antonio to practically crawl underneath it. He holds onto my leg, his body weight a heavy, welcome presence.
After a few moments of silence, he taps me, forcing me to look down at him. “Need something, Bello?”
Without using words, he lifts a hand and places it over my groin, his big brown eyes blinking up at me with want—not for sex, but the desire to please me. To give his Dom pleasure with the expectation of nothing in return, just the comfort of knowing he can fulfil my needs.
Reaching down, I smooth my fingers through his coal black hair. “Such a good Bel Fiore. You can take me out, but don’t suck me, just hold me in your mouth. Daddy needs to finish his work without any distractions.”
The joy on his face is unparalleled to anything else, and pleasure curls through my core at the thought of fulfilling his needs.
Antonio wastes no time attacking my belt and fly, pulling my pants down enough that he can get to my soft cock.
The feel of his warm, soft mouth encapsulating my cock has me groaning.
My dick twitches and hardens a little at the feel of him wrapped around me, but I ignore it, focusing instead on the budget reports from Javi.
Despite the man’s insistence that everyone get a fucking kitten, and even with the unauthorized pay raises, they’re not too far over their budget.
With the drugs and weapons dealing kicking back up, it’ll level out soon enough, and I’ll only have to threaten Javi’s paycheck when he really pisses me off. So maybe every other day.
I check on a few more of the household budgets before writing up a report for Lio. Having someone else to bounce numbers off of, who won’t look at me like I’m speaking a foreign language, has been nice. We may have focused on different fields, but still, as math nerds, we get each other.
When I’m done with everything I need to do, I reach for my hearing aids, slipping them in and adjusting the volume. I then stick my hand under the desk to run my fingers through Antonio’s hair.
Moving back a little, I look down at him as he holds my cock in his mouth. “You’re such a good Boy for me, Sweetheart. Do you like holding Daddy in your mouth?”
He nods as much as he can without removing my cock.
“You’ve been such a good Bel Fiore for me lately, you know that? Even when you’re reckless, you’re my favorite brat. You and the twins are mine, and I’m a very lucky Daddy to have such perfect Boys as mine.”
He straightens up as much as he can while halfway under the desk, his eyes lighting up with pleasure at the praise. My Bel Fiore soaks up every bit of care and affection I give him, and I’m happy to shower him with whatever makes the besotted look cross his face.
Reaching down, I trace my fingers along his jaw, enjoying the way his mouth stretches around me as my cock hardens.
“Would you like a treat, Sweetheart?”
Since it’s a direct question, he knows he’s allowed to answer, so he pulls off my dick long enough to say, “If you think I deserve it, Daddy.”
I grin at his perfect answer. “That’s right, because it’s Daddy’s choice to decide those things, isn’t it?”
He nods, sucking the tip of my cock back into his mouth, though he doesn’t move any further, waiting for my choice.
“On top of the desk, Sweetheart.”
Pushing away from the desk enough that he has room to stand, I watch as he vibrates as he climbs onto my desk, his legs parting for me, feet swinging with excitement.
I chuckle. Placing my hands on his thighs, I look into his eyes. “Mmm, what should I reward such a good cockwarmer with?”
“Whatever you want, Daddy. I’m yours to do whatever you want with.”
“You are, aren’t you.” Reaching for his belt, I undo it before snapping open the button on his slacks. “Lift your hips for me.”
He does as he's told, and I remove his shoes so I can sweep his pants and underwear off, draping them over the desk next to him.
His hard cock twitches under my gaze, and I swipe my finger over the tip, gathering the pre-cum there.
“Did being used by me turn you on?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Would you like to do it more often?”
“Yes…please, Daddy. I love being your cockwarmer. I…want more of you, of your dick. In my ass, in my mouth…anywhere you want to be, I want you.”
“Such a good answer, Sweetheart.” Leaning in, I lick the tip of his cock, enjoying the sharp gasp he gives, and his body tenses as he fights the urge to move.
“You know what else you are?”
Ghosting my fingers up the side of his dick, I watch as he bites his lips, his body practically vibrating off the desk with the force he’s using to hold back from squirming.
“What, Daddy?”
“Mine.”
With that, I sink my mouth down onto his cock, taking him all the way down my throat. The sound of his cry is loud in the otherwise silent room, and I wince at the feedback from my hearing aids, but it’s worth it as his dick throbs and his thighs tense.
I suck him hard and fast, deepthroating his length until I choke, and his moans make my own dick ache with need.
Reaching down, I fist myself, spreading my pre-cum around my tip before I lift off his cock. “What do you think, Sweetheart? Is this enough of a reward for being such a good boy for me?”
He nods. “Yesss…please, Daddy.”
I hum. “You mean you want to come in my mouth?”
He nods rapidly.
“If I let you do that…” I wrap the hand that’s been gathering my pre-cum around his cock, stroking him firmly. “Then I won’t fuck you. So…choose, Sweetheart. Do you want to come in your Daddy’s mouth, or do you want Daddy to come in your ass?”
Panic explodes across his expression, the choice an almost impossible one for him to make, because he knows decisions like this don’t come along very often. But I’m an indulgent Daddy, and sometimes, my Sweetheart deserves to be a little tortured when offered everything he wants.
“Is it a hard choice, Bello?”
He nods. “Please, Daddy, will you choose for me? I want to please you.”
“Oh, Sweetheart, you always please me, but…if you let Daddy fuck you how he wants, and don’t come, I’ll give you the sweetest reward.”
His lips part, and a flush spreads across his cheeks and down his throat. “What do I get if I’m bad?”
“I won’t let you come for an entire month—not even when you fuck the Stars.”
“Daddy!” he gasps.
“Yep. Those are the terms. Think you can do it?”
“I can. I’ll make you so proud.”
“I know you will.”
Standing, I shuck off my pants and step between his spread legs. “Spit for me.”
He follows orders easily, spitting into my hand, and when I lightly push him back, he goes, dropping down onto his elbows so he can watch. I nudge his feet onto the desk, so he’s spread wide open for me.
Circling his hole with two fingers, I get it slick with his spit before entering him. His groan is loud, and I don’t give him mercy as I fuck him open with both fingers, loosening him up before pulling out completely and then adding a third.
Antonio whines, but accepts three fingers into his ass easily. I lean over and spit onto his hole, adding more slick there to try to ease the burn. There’s lube in my desk, but why use it when we both love the pleasure that comes with fucking his barely-slick ass.
I fingerfuck him until he’s moaning uncontrollably, the sounds are like music to my ears.
Pulling out of him, I hold my fingers in front of his mouth.
It takes a moment for his desire-filled brain to catch up, but he drools his spit onto them, raising up a little to watch as I fist my cock, spreading the spit around with my pre-cum.
Gripping his hip tightly, I drag him to the edge of the desk, his ass hovering over my cock as I position it. With one solid thrust, I enter him, groaning at his tight heat.
“Daddy…” he whines. “Can…can I touch you?”
“Yes, Sweetheart.”
Antonio sits up, dropping further onto my cock, making us both moan. He wraps his arms around my neck, holding on for dear life as I fuck into him in hard, short, punishing thrusts.