25. Tennant
Waking up in the same bed as any of my lovers is a boon, but when it’s Sandro?
My Sweet Boy stripped of all his defenses, his worries cast from his mind as he blinks open his bright blue eyes…
It makes me want to take him apart, and see how relaxed I can make him with my mouth and my cock.
Sadly, there are other pressing things I need to take care of this morning, afternoon, whatever fucking time it is.
Everyone’s schedules are fucked, and when it comes to catching sleep whenever you can, time becomes irrelevant.
Reaching out, I brush the dark hair away from Sandro’s face, enjoying the way he tilts into my touch, silently begging for more.
Leaning in, I kiss him, soft and sweet, the bite of promise and more to come there in the give of soft flesh beneath my teeth. He gasps and reaches for me, but manages to stop himself at the last second, his fingers hovering over my arm.
I grin as I pull away. “You can touch me, Sweet Boy. In any and every way. I’ll let you know if I don’t want it, or if I want you to hold still and let me play with you.”
He flushes, desire filling his eyes, and I hate having to deny him. My Sweet Boy has more than earned a reward for being so good. But…there are important things I need to take care of before I can lose myself in the pleasure of taking Allesandro apart.
Setting a hand on my face, he touches me softly, reverently, as if he doesn’t understand how he gets to have the pleasure of this…of me.
He leans in to kiss me, slow and gentle, mapping every inch of my mouth, but not asking for dominance. He submits to me easily when I roll him onto his back, laying between his spread legs.
“Daddy has a meeting he needs to get to, Sweet Boy,” I tell him when the kiss breaks.
Need fills his eyes as he looks up at me, and I grin as I rock against the hard cock pressing into me. “I quite like having you so desperate and needy for me,” I confess, dipping my head to nip at his lip before trailing my mouth lower.
He tilts his head, allowing me access to his throat. Such a vulnerable position for him to be in with a predator like me, and I take full advantage, biting him until the imprint of my teeth leaves a lasting mark.
Sandro arches up into me and I shove him back down, reminding him who’s in charge. Looking into his eyes, I let him see how much enjoyment I take from him being so needy.
“Daddy…” he begs.
“Mmm, not yet, Sweet Boy. I don’t think you’re that desperate for my cock yet…”
“Please…Daddy. Let me have your cock. I’ve been so good.”
“You have, that’s true. You’re my good, sweet Boy, aren’t you?”
He nods. “Yes. I…I love being your good Boy, Daddy.”
Something in his words hits me deep in that place, the one reserved for those who have managed to capture my dark heart.
As I stare at Sandro beneath me, his lips kiss-swollen, his eyes wide and blown with desire, and his hard cock pressing against mine, there’s nothing I want more than to dive in and take him, but…
“I really do need to go to my meeting, Sweet Boy. It’s important.”
He deflates, but doesn’t let his disappointment show. “Okay, Daddy.”
I kiss him softly. “I’m not turning you down.
When I’m gone, I want you to think about all the wicked things you want Daddy to do to you.
I want you to think about how it’s going to feel when I slide my cock between your lips, how you’ll choke so beautifully for me.
Because eventually, I’ll ask you what you want, and I expect an answer, Sweet Boy.
Daddy is going to take you apart, but he wants to know what you want first.”
He gasps and his hips buck, eyes fluttering closed as just my words take him to the edge of pleasure.
Leaving him is hard, but this needs to happen, so I can make good on my promises and give him everything he needs.
Sandro is pliant underneath me, letting me take his mouth and rock against his cock, even though I’m sure fighting back his orgasm is killing him, but he’s my Sweet Boy for a reason.
So good and moldable, perfect for someone to take advantage of, but I’m not just anyone.
I’m his Daddy, and I’ll always make sure he’s protected.
One last kiss and I pull away, but not before I press a firm kiss to his forehead, knowing how much he loves it. I grin wickedly when he groans, the simple kiss more erotic for him than anything else I’ve done to him thus far.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, Sweet Boy.”
He blinks at me as I pull a suit from his closet—at this point, my clothes are everywhere, with how spread out all my lovers are.
“Take your time, Daddy. I need to visit Cristian, and see if he’s woken up again.
Or maybe I’ll go bake something for Jude and his Boys?
If Roman and Carter are with Cristian. Yes, that might be better… I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes.”
“You can visit Cristian all you want, no matter who’s in there. No more hiding or running away from the others. I’ll spank your ass so hard you won’t sit for a week if I discover you’re limiting yourself because you’re hiding from people. That ends now, Allesandro. Understand?”
He gasps and nods. “Yes, Daddy.”
Once I've finished dressing, I press a kiss to his lips and then his forehead. “Text me and let me know what you end up doing. I’ll join you as soon as I can.”
“Okay, Daddy…” He looks at me with a soft, vulnerable expression, and even though I can practically feel the words he wants to say, he doesn’t, not yet.
Leaving is hard, but I do, forcing myself away from him so I can get to the meeting I called.
I’m the last one to enter the conference room, and Leandro rolls his eyes when I shut the door behind me.
“About damn time. Late for your own meeting,” he grouses.
I raise a brow. “Oh, did you have a hot date?”
He doesn’t reply, just gives me an unimpressed look I don’t pay any mind to.
Addressing the Council, I say, “Thank you for hearing me out.”
“Of course,” Carter replies. “We respect your opinion, and take concerns very seriously. The floor is yours.”
I stuff my hands into my pockets and lean against the wall rather than take a seat at the table, letting all three Council members and their Voices, plus Leandro, have a clear view of me.
“You fucked up,” I say, my voice soft but loud enough to be heard by Jude. Pulling on every trick up my sleeve, I keep my face expressionless, my tone conversational, not displaying a hint of the danger I feel running through me.
All three Council members exchange looks before focusing back on me. “Care to elaborate…” Roman asks cautiously.
“Allesandro and Cristian.”
I let the words sink in, seeing mixed reactions. Pain, hurt, a little bit of anger, but mostly resignation crosses all their features—except Jude and Leandro, of course.
“I am highly disappointed in the way they’re being treated,” I continue before anyone can chime in.
“At first, yes, lockdown, close monitoring, and even mild disdain was to be expected. But now? We’re allowing them back into our lives.
Allesandro more than Cristian, yes, but still, you can’t have one without the other.
They are as close as Roman and Lio are, yet they don’t get to show it because of their fucked-up upbringings and the chains you have put on them.
” I pause, letting the shame set in before I press on.
“I don’t blame anyone at this table—except my son, but that’s not unusual.
Everyone has had other pressing shit going on, but it stops now. ”
“What exactly are you saying, Tennant?” Keegan asks.
“That they’re integrated fully back into the family. No more provisions, no more stipulations, no more allowing them to feel like prisoners in their own home.”
Roman and Lio both wince. I don’t take pleasure in hurting them, but the part of me that gets off on the torture of others uncurls and soaks in their uncomfortableness.
“Did you know the men sneer at them? I’m sure the house staff do too.
I know they give Sandro a wide berth when he’s in the kitchen.
It ends now. I will take my people in hand—and get Ignacio on board.
There will be a lot of retraining, and maybe even sensitivity training with Javi, because they know better.
That they’re allowed to roam freely, that we’ve taken them back in, should have shown that they are a part of us, but it doesn’t. There’s a discord amongst our people.”
Vulnerability flashes across Roman’s face while anger burns in Lio’s. “We’ve been too isolated,” Lio says. “Fuck.” He runs a hand through his hair. “It’s been good for our mental health, and we needed the time to get better, stronger, but we need to be more active now.”
Roman nods. “Javi still won’t let me leave until I have more sessions with Connor, and prove I’m taking an active role in my recovery, but I will work on not hiding away.”
Carter grimaces. “I haven’t noticed anything, at least not to the full extent.”
“You’ve also had the weight of the entire Council on your shoulders while Roman and Lio prioritized elsewhere,” Keegan reassures him.
“Leandro knew,” I tell them—there’s nothing that little shit doesn’t know. “So did Jude.” I look at my lover, who doesn’t flinch under my stare. “I know you well, Agnellino. There’s no way you weren’t aware of the situation.”
“And what would have had me do, Ten? Add more to my list? Punt the problem onto Keegan, when my fellow Voice was handling both his job and his family? The problem was not a hindrance, so yes, I allowed it to slide more than I should have. And I apologize. I will apologize to Allesandro and Cristian as well, as I should have done more to stop them. Though I did make sure no one on their teams were compromised, because I was not going to allow them to go unprotected.”