37. Renato
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
RENATO
Dante’s unusual compliance caught me off guard. He normally put up more of a fight during our sessions, testing the boundaries before yielding.
Running my thumb along his lower lip, I asked, “Were you remembering all the pleasure I’ve given you in the past?”
He licked his lips. “Yes.”
I studied his expression for whatever truth he kept hidden. “Were you thinking about all the things you want me to do to you tonight?”
“Yes,” he admitted, standing up to meet me.
I kissed him, turning a gentle exploration into a demanding claim. Dante opened for me, slipping his role for Barlinger as the submissive who craved domination but would fight for the pleasure of being conquered.
I cupped my hand around his arousal through the silver robe, giving it a teasing squeeze.
“Are you willing to be as honest as your body?” When he said nothing, I worked his hard length.
“I asked you a question, Dragon.” As much as I loved using his real name, I would never risk it in the brothel with the cameras rolling.
His hips bucked into my touch, but he remained silent.
“Am I distracting you too much?” I stopped toying with his cock. “Tell me the truth.”
I expected him to continue his usual resistance, but he moaned, “Give me what I need, Lorenzo. Please.”
My eyebrows arched in surprise at the effortless submission. I rewarded his cooperation by pulling at his sash. “Show me your beautiful body.”
The silver silk fell to the ground in a pool at his feet. He stood before me, his cock standing proud against his abdomen and already leaking at the tip.
I trailed one hand down the hard lines of his chest until I wrapped my fingers around his erection. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Frustrate the hell out of you?” His arrogant smirk flashed.
“You definitely do that.” I brought his hand to my growing hardness, letting him feel how aroused I was through my pants. “But you also turn me on more than anyone else.”
His submissive act faltered. “Then hurry up and fuck me.”
The deliberate provocation demanded I put him in his place. “We’ll get there,” I promised. “Undress me first.”
Dante made quick work of the buttons on my silk shirt, his fingers brushing against my skin in a deliberate tease. When he moved to my pants, he groaned upon discovering I wasn’t wearing underwear. Once I stood naked before him, his gaze lingered on my cock.
I wrapped a hand around myself to give a lazy stroke. “Like what you see?”
“So fucking much.”
“Then worship me on your knees,” I commanded.
He dropped without hesitation. He caught my gaze before guiding my cock deep in his mouth. The slick heat enveloped me as he worked the underside of my shaft. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, a heavy flush spreading across his face.
I laced my fingers through his dark hair, tightening my grip. “You love this, don’t you? Having your mouth filled with my cock?”
He hummed an affirmative around my length.
“You’re so beautiful with your mouth stretched around me,” I praised, stroking his cheek with my thumb. “Do you want me to fuck your throat properly?”
He relaxed his jaw entirely, taking me until his nose pressed against my neatly trimmed hair.
“You’re so good at this,” I murmured. “But part of you hates how much you love this, doesn’t it?”
He growled in protest but kept sucking. His hands gripped my hips to steady himself as he surrendered to my control while defiance still burned in his eyes.
“Do you think you deserve my cock tonight?” I asked.
He pulled back, a string of saliva connecting his swollen lips to my tip. “I think you need it as badly as I do,” he countered, his voice hoarse.
I tightened my grip on his hair and pulled hard until he gasped. “Wrong answer. Try again.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Yes, I deserve it.” He remembered to add as an afterthought, “Please.”
“You sound awfully surly for a submissive,” I said with a disapproving tut.
His contrite expression was a rare treat. “I want what you want.”
“Better. And will you take everything I give you tonight? Every pleasure, every denial?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Even if I keep you on the edge until you’re begging to do anything for release?”
A tremor ran through him. “Yes.”
I stroked his cheek. “Good boy. Get on the bed.”
He laid back in the middle of the mattress and spread his legs. His erection rested hard against his stomach.
I knelt between his splayed thighs, running my palms up the muscled expanse from knee to hip with deliberate slowness. His skin burned beneath my touch, the fine hairs rising as I traced patterns that approached but never quite reached where he wanted me most.
His cock twitched as more precum leaked onto his stomach. I trailed my fingers close enough to graze the heat radiating from his arousal without providing actual relief.
“Do you know what I want to do to you?” I asked, spreading his thighs wider to test his resolve. “How I want to take you apart until there’s nothing left but need?”
His breath hitched, but he remained silent.
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on either side of his head. I let my cock brush against his. The brief contact made him lift his hips to seek friction that I deliberately withheld.
“Maybe I should keep you like this all night,” I whispered against his mouth. Barlinger never put time restrictions on our performances, and I completely intended to use every second. “Would you enjoy that, Dragon?”
His continued silence proved he had found a new form of resistance by denying me the satisfaction of a verbal reaction.
I sat back on my heels, running my hands down his chest. I circled his nipples with my thumbs until they hardened into tight peaks. When I pinched one hard enough to cross the line from pleasure into pain, his back arched, but he swallowed the noise.
I trailed my touch lower to ghost my fingers over the hard length of his cock. His jaw tightened to suppress his reaction.
“You’re being unusually compliant tonight, Dragon. I wonder why that is.”
“Isn’t that what you want from me?” Dante countered.
I trailed my fingers along his inner thigh, finding the fading bruise I had left weeks ago. In the heat of passion, I’d broken one of the brothel’s cardinal rules and marked the merchandise.
My possessive instinct had been reckless, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret the claim. That small imperfection proved to him that somebody recognized Dante outside of Dragon’s scales.
I reached for the lube on the nightstand, coating my fingers. Without warning, I pressed one finger against his entrance, circling without penetrating. “How badly do you want this?”
“Are you going to make me beg for it?”
“I’m considering it.” I pushed my fingers into him. His body resisted before yielding. “Would you like that?”
“I’d definitely like more of that.” He paused before tacking on, “Please.”
“Would you?” I spread my fingers as a test.
Dante arched off the bed with a choked gasp.
“Look at how responsive you are,” I praised. “Your body knows what it needs, even if your pride won’t let you admit it.”
I worked him open, scissoring my fingers to prepare him for my cock. He didn’t need it, but I intended to build his pleasure while denying him enough stimulation to come.
“Please,” he gasped, desperation cracking his facade. “I need more.”
“More what?” I twisted my fingers inside him, spreading them wide.
He played the game to perfection. “I need your cock inside me. Now. Please.”
I withdrew my fingers, enjoying his whimper at the loss. “Since you asked so nicely.”
Performing for our voyeur, I put on a show of slowly rolling on a condom. “Beg for it,” I commanded, settling between Dante’s legs.
He bit his lip to feign reluctance. “Please, Lorenzo. I need you inside me.”
“You can do better than that.” I breached him with just the head of my cock. “I want to hear how desperately you need this.”
The partial entry tortured us both as he tried and failed to draw me deeper.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice fracturing. “I need you to fuck me until I can’t remember anything but your name. Please, Lorenzo, I’m begging you.”
The act was flawless. Barlinger would be thrilled. I rewarded Dante by burying myself to the hilt.
His heat gripped my cock in a vise that threatened to shred my control.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
I set a hard and fast pace, not bothering with the build up after so much teasing. “You take me so beautifully,” I told him, angling my hips to strike deeper. “Like you were made for me.”
His back arched from a well-aimed thrust, drawing a strangled moan. I was relentless, caressing him as my hips pounded him hard as we both chased our highs.
Right before he hit his peak, I stopped moving.
“No,” he groaned. “Don’t stop.”
“Who gives the orders here?” I held still, ignoring his body urging me to continue.
“You do,” he conceded in a pleading tone. “Please don’t stop, Lorenzo.”
I resumed moving, but at a maddeningly slow pace that inflicted pleasure without allowing release. When his hips moved with more urgency, I withdrew until only my tip remained within him.
“Fuck!” The curse exploded from him as his submissive act dropped for a moment. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I can. Your pleasure belongs to me tonight. I want to see how much you can take before you truly submit.”
I pinned him down and began driving into him again. Sweat beaded across his forehead. The flush that had started on his chest had spread to his neck and face.
“Yes,” he gasped, his knuckles turning stark white as he fisted the sheets. “Please, Lorenzo. Please let me come this time.”
“Not yet.” I slowed down to drag out the denial. A violent tremor ripped through his overstimulated body.
He strained against the control I held over him, his jaw clenched tight. I loved the struggle in his eyes as his pride battled with need.
I leaned down and swallowed his frustrated moan with a deep kiss. “Tell me who owns your pleasure tonight.”
“You do,” he admitted, his voice ragged around the edges.
Each submission thrilled me more than the last, like pieces of armor falling away to reveal the man beneath. Heat pooled heavy and low in my gut with every word he surrendered. “And who decides when you come?”
“You do.”
“That’s right.” I wrapped my hand around his neglected cock to give it a single, firm stroke.
He jerked at the contact. His erection twitched in my grasp as he made a sound that was a cross between a moan and a sob.
I released him instantly. “Not yet.”
He banged his head against the pillow. His professional polish shattered, leaving him unguarded beneath me.
“Please, Lorenzo. I can’t take much more.” His thighs quivered, his cock looking painfully hard.
“Yes, you can.” I angled my hips to ensure each movement pressed against that bundle of nerves inside him that made him squirm.
His breathing grew erratic as I continued until I felt the telltale flutter of his inner muscles clenching around my cock.
Still not done with our game yet, I withdrew to leave him empty and wanting.
The loss of contact drew a wounded cry from him. “No, no, no,” he chanted. “Please, I’m begging you. Please let me come.”
When I didn’t move, he tried again. “I need you, Lorenzo. Only you.”
“That’s a start, but you can do better.” I pushed in with agonizing slowness. “Tell me why only I can give you what you need.”
“Because you know me,” he confessed. It was becoming unclear how much was Dante pleading or Dragon. “You know how to make me feel things no one else can. Please, I need you so badly it hurts.”
I lowered my chest flush against his, changing the angle of my thrusts. “Look at me. Let me see you.”
His gaze locked with mine, dark and completely stripped of his armor. The walls that separated Dragon from Dante had crumbled, leaving only the man I’d sworn to protect.
My hand cradled his face, thumb stroking along his cheekbone with a gentleness that had no place in the brothel’s usual transactions.
Dante’s arms wrapped around me, his fingers digging into my skin to anchor himself. “Please,” he breathed. “Don’t stop. Not this time.”
I kissed him with a tenderness that defied every rule of absolute submission Barlinger expected from us. My hand found his cock again and stroked him without stopping.
“I’ll always give you what you need,” I swore, the words chosen for Barlinger’s ears but carrying deeper meaning between us. “Everything you want, everything you crave.”
He whined low in his throat as he rocked into my actions.
“No one else knows how to take care of you like I do,” I continued.
He pulled me closer, burying his free hand into the hair at the base of my neck. He demanded every inch I could give him.
“I’ll never leave you wanting,” I promised, my pace never faltering. “You won’t have to face anything alone ever again.”
His hooked his legs tighter around my waist.
“I’m the only one who can give you everything. And do you know why?”
Dante shook his head.
The truth slipped out despite the danger. “Because you’re mine.”
“Yes,” he breathed, seemingly without thought.
That single syllable of surrender unraveled me. Pleasure surged up from where our bodies joined and flooded every nerve I had. My measured thrusts shattered into violent urgency as I chased the high.
His thighs locked against my waist as his stomach contracted with the effort of restraint. Short, desperate gasps told me he was getting closer.
His fingers tightened in my hair, his spine arching as his body curled inward, gathering energy for the explosion to come.
“Say my name,” I demanded, risking the wrath of the cameras for the ultimate confirmation that the man in my arms was Dante.
“Fuck, I only need you, Ren—ahhh!” Dante interrupted himself as he came with a wordless cry. His body convulsed as pleasure overtook him. Hot pulses of his release coated my hand and his stomach as his inner muscles clamped down on my cock.
The crushing grip milked me in relentless pulls, but the near slip of my real name under the watchful surveillance of Gennaro Corporation tipped me over the edge.
My release tore through me in white-hot bursts that seized every muscle in my body as I emptied myself into the condom, resisting the urge to call out his real name.
My body curved protectively over his, shielding him from the watching eyes as aftershocks rolled through me even when I had nothing left to give.
My arms shook where they braced around him.
Before he could build his walls back up, I kissed him gently. His mouth softened beneath mine, returning the tenderness with an openness I’d never felt from him before. For those few moments of shared ecstasy, we existed as two souls discovering truth in a world built on lies.