Chapter 6
6
TATUM
I spent a glorious morning napping. And then the reality of my life came crashing back in. I wasn’t feeling back to one hundred percent, but obviously I was well enough to have an orgasm, so that meant I really needed to do my homework. I’m in my last semester of college, and I need to pass my classes so I can move on with my life.
I have plans, dammit.
Ones that don’t involve Anthony and his sexy hands.
Probably.
Most likely not. I mean, if he wanted me, how could I say no?
But Anthony is straight. I know so.
The only reason he touched my dick and got me off is… Well, I don’t really know why, but I’m sure there’s a very good non-gay reason for it.
But for now, I need to focus on my studies. I’m getting my bachelor’s in social work, with a focus on adoptions. I plan on attending graduate school next year.
None of these plans involve a mafia boss.
None.
For a moment, I wonder when I’ll be able to leave. Does Anthony have some other motive for keeping me here, besides keeping me safe? I don’t know and I honestly don’t know if I care. I’m having far too much fun with him and it’s not like I’m suffering here. This place is enormous, and Agatha is such a good cook. I have zero complaints.
“I brought you dinner,” Angel says, appearing suddenly in my room. “Agatha said to make sure you ate it. All of it. She wants the plate licked clean when I bring it back downstairs.”
He hands it to me, and I glance down at the dish full of mashed potatoes, asparagus, and grilled chicken in some kind of white sauce.
“This looks amazing.”
“It is. I’ve already eaten. Gobbled it right up.”
I grin at him and then set my laptop down, grabbing on to my fork and knife and cutting into it. The first bite melts in my mouth, and I realize that I haven’t eaten in ages.
Anthony shocked the hunger right out of my system. It’s now, upon placing food in my mouth, that I realize my stomach has been eating itself since noon.
I inhale the entire plate, pausing only to gulp down the fizzy water Angel brought me.
“Oh god, my stomach,” I say, holding the little bulge that appears through my shirt. I give a small burp and then another. “I’m going to barf.”
“I mean, you swallowed twice the entire time.” I grin at him salaciously, and he giggles. “That’s not what I meant, you heathen.”
“It sure sounded like it. If I didn’t know how innocent you are…”
“I am,” he says with a pout. “I’m so innocent, it’s ridiculous.”
“And you’re surrounded by all these hot dudes all day. How do you manage it?”
“It’s a struggle, but imminent death if someone touches me deters them from coming close to me.”
I snort, and Angel wiggles closer to me.
“One day you’ll find someone, I promise,” I say, pulling him into a hug.
“Maybe,” he says and then sighs, resting his head on my arm.
“I’m honestly probably going to end up in an arranged marriage.”
I scoff at that. “What makes you think that? Diablo and Skylar weren’t arranged.”
“No, they weren’t, but Diablo can take care of himself. I’m different. I know that.”
“Your dad would never,” I try to reassure him. “He’s so protective of you.”
“I know, but I’ve overheard him talking about it before. I think it’s in my cards.”
“Fuck that. No,” I say, feeling anger bubble up within me. No way is Anthony going to marry Angel off. Angel deserves love, he deserves to be happy.
“You deserve to be married for love. I’ll die on that hill.”
Angel peers up at me, his blue eyes twinkling.
“Thank you. I sure hope so, but I do realize, in this world, some things are out of our control.”
I purse my lips and grab on to his hand, linking my fingers with his.
“I will fight for you over this.”
“I appreciate it, but it’ll be fine. Anyways, I know you have to go see my dad, but after, would you like to go on a moonlit walk with me?”
“Oh, how romantic.”
“Just you and me, baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
It’s nothing romantic, not at all. Just two people who’ve found platonic friendship in one another. Besides Ben, Angel will always be my person.
“Well, and Ben,” Angel amends. I swear, he can read my mind. “Has he called?”
“No, you?”
“No, I’m sure he’s busy getting railed into next year by Cash and Ford.”
“Yeah, he’s ass up all day,” I snicker.
Angel sighs. “What’s it like, getting fucked?”
I eye my friend and shift on the bed. “It’s pretty damn fun.”
“Yeah?” Angel asks as he sits up a little taller. “I mean, I’ve watched porn, but what does it feel like?”
“If it’s done well, it feels really fucking nice.”
“How’s it done well?”
“When they take their time, make you wild with lust, so much so that when they first enter, it doesn’t even sting. It just feels glorious.”
He sighs and then lays his head onto my shoulder once more.
“One day,” he whispers, and I whisper back.
“Yeah, one day.”
I’m on time to my nightly rub-down with Anthony, and of course he’s late. I don’t know where he is, but he seems to be doing everything in his power to irritate me.
As annoying as it is, he’s still ridiculously attractive.
So, instead of bitching, I sit outside his office, chattering Teddy’s ear off until he grunts a response.
“Uhh,” he says on a puff of air.
I perk up, feeling like I’ve won the lottery.
“Oh my god, what was it I said that prompted a response?” I ask, trying to replay what I was blathering on about in my head. I honestly can’t remember, but it was something that got him to react.
He obviously doesn’t come to my aid and tell me. Not at all. He just lets me frantically think about what I was going on and on about.
I come up with nothing, it’s elusive.
I run a hand through my hair and start to pace when Anthony appears through the front door, a frown on his face, his eyes narrowed in frustration. He obviously came from something that’s put him in a mood.
I tighten the belt around my robe and feel my dick perk up.
Seems I like the sight of him all grumpy and growly. There’s nothing more to it than that.
I want him to fuck me while he frowns at me.
“Inside. Now,” Anthony says, stalking to the office door, unlocking it, and walking through. I eyeball Teddy, but he doesn’t give me any kind of signal about what’s to come.
God, I hope it’s me.
I want to come my eyeballs out.
“Tatum,” Anthony growls, and I move a little slower.
I don’t know what prompts me to do this, but I want to annoy him, just a little. I shouldn’t push his buttons, but I can’t help but reach out and flick them. Just once. Wanna see what happens.
“Close the door, Teddy,” Anthony commands, and then as soon as my feet hit the rug inside his office, the door clicks shut ominously—or is it sexually?—behind me.
I wander into the room, noting the fireplace is turned on, the lamps lowly lit. Anthony is pouring himself a drink, his shoulders bunched up and tense under his suit jacket, so I wander over to the bookshelves, letting my eyes flit across the spines.
“So, why are you such a grump tonight?” I ask, pulling out a book and flipping through it. Hm, a book on botany. How boring.
No one wants to read about plants when they could read about peens.
“I’m not a grump.”
“You are so very grumpy. Are you sad? Did something happen at work? Horny? Need to get off?”
He takes a sip of that golden liquid, his throat bobbing in the firelight as he watches me. But he doesn’t answer.
“Or maybe it’s because you’re going to sell off your son to the highest bidder.”
His eyes flash, and he sets his drink down on the table with a clink.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Oh, just something that Angel told me. About an arranged marriage.”
He doesn’t answer, but stalks over to me silently, his eyes mere slits as he watches me.
“What I decide for my son is none of your business.”
“Oh, I know. I’m just telling you that it’s the wrong choice,” I say with a shrug and place the book back on the shelf. I’m trying to hide the fact that my heart is pounding ridiculously hard, and the fact that he’s looking at me like I’m prey is making me pant.
When I turn to move to the next shelf, Anthony is standing right before me.
His lean, muscular body is blocking my way, and when I take a step to the side, he reaches out, his fingers lacing through the belt on my robe and tugging.
“I’m sure you have all sorts of thoughts that you’d like to share with me,” he says, his voice almost threatening.
His wrist flicks and my robe parts, revealing my nude body beneath.
“But I’d rather you keep those tucked away. I don’t want to hear them.”
I wheeze when his hand grabs on to the belt and pulls it through the confines. It ends up wrapped tauntingly around his fist as he takes a step closer to me.
My throat clicks as my back hits the shelf behind me. Books rattle in their places, and I tilt my chin up, seeing the flash of gold in Anthony’s dark eyes.
“Get on the couch.”
I gulp once more and then shake my head. “I’d like to look at the books some more. So, I think you’ll have to wait. Maybe there’s one on building trust in children.”
His jaw clicks as he steps even closer. My bare, hard cock brushes against his abdomen, and I bite my bottom lip.
His fist rises, the belt of my robe wrapped around his knuckles, which are bruised to hell. They drag across my jaw gently.
My eyelids flutter, my entire body thrumming with pent up lust when suddenly his other hand slides across my bare hip and squeezes. Not too hard because I’m still bruised there, but enough to pull me into him.
“You need to learn when to bite your tongue.”
“I so do,” I agree when he removes his hand from my side and grabs on to the other end of the belt.
“But I don’t think you’ll listen. You never do. So I’m going to have to make you.”
He drags his thumb down my bottom lip, and my mouth parts in response. When it does, he presses the cotton belt into my mouth, gagging me. With deft movements, he ties it behind my head, not too tightly, but enough to keep me from speaking.
“Perfect,” he says darkly before stepping back and taking me in. A gag in my mouth, my robe parted to show my hard, weeping cock.
I don’t even know if he likes what he sees, but he’s looking. Very attentively.
“Couch,” he finally says.
I reach up to touch the belt between my lips, but don’t remove it. God, I’m living for this. I want him to tie me up all damn day.
He could do this, and I’d be a willing participant.
He doesn’t seem to understand my willingness though because he grabs my wrists and tugs me forward. I wasn’t going to take the belt off, for fuck’s sake. I’m going to leave it there and let Anthony have his way with me.
He can so have his way with me.
When we get to the couch, he reaches his hands up and drags my robe off. It falls to the ground and my body shakes in response.
He faces me away from him as I hear some fabric rustling, and then I feel it, something soft tying my wrists together. His necktie.
Oh my god.
Oh my fucking god .
I don’t even have time to comprehend it. It’s just there and I’m bound and gagged, completely at his mercy.
At the mafia boss’s mercy.
Fuck. Yes.
His hand reaches down and his fingers dip into the ointment with a squelch before he starts to apply it on my back. I start to moan the minute his fingers land on my skin and start to rub. I can’t believe he tied me up.
I mean, I can, but fuck me.
Why is this so hot?
Because it’s Anthony.
“Turn around,” he commands when he’s done rubbing his hands all over my ass and the back of my thighs.
I do as he says, my fingers curled up into my palms, my fingernails biting into my skin, trying to keep myself from coming just like this.
Oh god, do not come just like this.
His hands continue to run all over me, making my gaping, gagged mouth pant. I’m drooling, some running down the sides of my lips but honestly, I don’t even care. I just whine.
His fingers drag up my thighs and my head falls back, exposing my bobbing throat to him.
Suddenly, his hands leave my legs and he pushes me backward. I fall with a cry, my bound hands aiding in my fall. Not that I’m hurt. The cushions soften my landing, but the surprise of it has my eyes widening.
Anthony takes a step closer to me, using his knees to push my legs apart. They’re spread open, my balls and ass on display as he steps between them and places a hand on the back of the couch, leaning over me.
I stare up at him, the way his shirt is unbuttoned slightly, the way his chest rises and falls.
He’s breathing just as hard as me.
Lube appears somehow and dribbles onto my straining dick. I gasp behind my restraints and watch as the liquid slides down my cock and pools around my groin. A moan slips from my mouth when those tattooed fingers wrap around my cock and squeeze.
I don’t know why he’s doing it, have no idea of the motivation behind it, but even if I could talk, I wouldn’t question it. I just arch my hips up, feeling the sting in my side from my bruised ribs, but I manage to look past it.
I can so look past it for this.
More. I want more.
His fist pumps up and down my length, twisting at just the tip and making me moan in desperation. My balls are drawn up tight, full and ready to explode as he leans even closer, the edge of his suit jacket brushing my bare knees.
Oh, I’m not going to last. I’m going to burst in a matter of seconds.
What if he was lying naked on top of me? I wouldn’t survive. I’d just pass on into the afterlife and meet Hades.
He twists his wrist, his fist tightening around my dick, and I jerk my hips up, fucking roughly into his palm. Anthony anticipates every move I make, meeting each of my upward thrusts with a downward stroke. It’s perfect, nothing that I ever expected. But of course, it’s Anthony, a straight mafia boss who is giving me hand jobs in his office.
“Fuuuuu,” I say, my lips trying to form words.
But it doesn’t work. Of course it doesn’t. That’s the whole point. Anthony made sure I couldn’t say another damn word to him.
And now I can’t even swear when I feel that telltale tingle in my spine. My thighs start to shake and my entire body is lit on fire. A small ember at first until it travels across my entire body and I’m positively overheating.
Suddenly, my cock jerks in his grip and I feel the rush of it. Euphoria, bliss. I come on a muffled scream as ropes of cum spill from my dick, shooting up and onto Anthony’s shirt, some even hitting his chin. It’s a feat of physics.
I didn’t even know my dick could reach those heights.
I pant beneath him, his hand still on my dick. I don’t know why he keeps doing this. I don’t even know if he likes it. He’s certainly not hard, but the way his eyes flicker as he leans over me, looking down at me, makes my entire body tingle with appreciation.
God, he’s so hot. I’d love to see him come undone.
I’d love to hear him moan.
“You needed that,” he says, his fingers loosening their grip on me.
I nod and then watch as he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and mops up his chin. The scrape of his beard slides against the fabric, and I imagine that stubble on my skin—how it would leave a mark.
I let out a sigh. I do feel better, less contrary and sassy, but honestly at this rate, I’m going to need him to do this for me twice a day from now on. Maybe three times.
Good fuck, I’m getting greedy.
His hands move to my face and his fingers brush the back of my head as he undoes the knot he tied there. When the belt is pulled from my mouth, I smack my lips together and lean forward, letting him pull the restraints from my wrists.
“Not a word,” he says lowly, threatening me slightly.
I don’t listen.
“I love words though,” I say, my throat dry. “And I’m very thirsty.”
Anthony hovers above me and then shifts upward, walking toward a small fridge near his desk. He pulls out a water bottle and brings it to me. It’s cool, damp with condensation, and when I pull the lid off and take a swig, the cool liquid flows down my throat.
Fuck, that’s nice.
That’s real nice.
“Better?” Anthony asks, and I eye him over the top of my water bottle.
“Yes, but you? Are you happier?”
He rubs at his chin, the same skin that my cum coated earlier.
He doesn’t answer, so I blurt, “Are you like, gay? Or bi? Or something? I mean, there is a giant spectrum…”
His eyes flash to mine.
“I’m straight.”
“Hm,” I say and then take another gulp of water. “Because you’ve like, touched my dick twice . I’ve never had a straight man do that to me before.”
Anthony walks to his table with the whiskey and pours himself another glass. “It keeps you quiet for a few minutes.”
I scoff and then roll my eyes. “I’m not really that quiet about it.”
He takes a sip and then nods to the door. “Put on your robe and leave.”
“Oh, but I feel like we have so much to unpack,” I say with a saucy grin, still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of my orgasm. “So, does this mean if I prattle on and on, you’ll touch me again?”
Anthony eyes me, running the rim of the glass over his bottom lip.
“Do you ever listen to authority?”
“I mean, if I’m scared, maybe. You don’t scare me though.”
I wink at him, and he takes another sip of his drink.
“You should listen though, Tatum. Not doing so could get you into trouble.”
“Like trouble with you?” I ask as I reach for my robe and tug it over me, hiding my dick from view. “Because so far, I’ve been enjoying the punishments.”
“Those aren’t punishments.”
“Okay, whatever you say, Boss-man.”
We’re at a standstill, him watching me sit there on his couch, not moving.
“You do need to leave, Tatum. I have things to do.”
“Like what? I, for one, will be going on a nice romantic walk with your son and Casey. A moonlit walk.”
Anthony shifts on his feet.
“Then you better get going.”
“I should. Can I bring Teddy with me? I have a lot to tell him. He’s a great listener.”
Anthony’s jaw ticks and he moves toward me, making my heart rate triple. Oh god, please shut me up again.
“You can take him, as long as you stick to the gardens,” he says as he stops in front of me. He grabs on to the robe and holds it out in front of him, gesturing for me to get up and put it on.
Well, fine then.
I stand with a slight wince, slipping my arms through the sleeves and letting him help me tie it closed.
“See you in the morning?” I ask when he walks me to his office door.
Anthony nods and ushers me out before closing it behind me.
I honestly don’t know what just happened, but I plan on telling Teddy all about it.