Chapter 41 #2
“Stop!” I order. “I do not want to hear another negative word about this come out of your mouth. Or are you purposefully doing this so you can get punished? I can promise you, Cucciolo, you will not like the consequences if that’s the case—or even the punishment if it’s not.
I am not your Daddy, or your Master. I am your Owner.
And I am the one who decides for you. When I decide you deserve your Daddy, that you have nothing to feel guilty over, then you accept that and move on…
” I lean in, getting close to his face. “Or I will make you.”
His breath catches in his throat and I grin. “Is that it, Pup? Do you need to be reminded that I am the only one who gets to tell you what you do and don’t deserve?”
“Sir…”
“Up, get undressed.”
The speed in which he follows my commands is heady, and I force myself not to smile. Watching the beautiful Boy in front of me trust me so impeccably that he obeys without a second thought? Fuck, it does things to me I never thought possible.
Standing from the bed, I gesture to it. “On the bed, all fours.”
Lio scrambles to do as I ask, and I moan when his beautiful ass is presented to me.
My cock stirs, and I want nothing more than to ram myself inside him, but that’s not what this is for.
No, this is to get my words through his stubborn head, and if that means going to physical lengths to do so, then so be it.
Undoing my belt, I make sure to let the buckle jingle. He moans and shivers at the sound, and I can’t help my grin.
“I want you to count, Cucciolo.”
Folding the belt in half, I adjust my grip on it and take a deep breath, letting the adrenaline course through me.
Stepping back a little, I lightly flick my arm out, swatting him with the belt as gently as possible.
He moans. “One.”
“Very good, Pup.”
I continue with light swats, turning his ass a lovely shade of pink. When he gets to ten, I stop and move in closer, rubbing at his warm flesh. “So very good. Now, for your lesson, okay?”
He nods. “Yes, Sir.”
I move back and adjust the belt in my hand, before using more power. Lio cries out, but still counts like a good boy.
“Eleven.”
“Good. Can you tell me why I’m doing this?”
Before he can answer, I strike him again. “Twelve… Because only you can tell me what I do and don’t deserve.”
Strike. “Thirteen. You’re my Owner and know what’s best for me.”
“Very good. What else?”
Strike. Strike.
“Fourteen. Fifteen. Benjamin’s feelings aren’t my responsibility.”
Strike.
“Six-teen.” He pants a little. “I…I’m not selfish.”
Harder now. “S…seventeen. Daddy and I belong together.”
“Good boy. Take a deep breath.”
He follows direction so easily, and as he lets his breath out slowly, I hit him even harder.
The next three strikes barely have a pause between them, but even as he cries, he still counts for me.
When we hit thirty, I stop, moving in to grab at his red ass, keeping the pain centered there, as I'm not ready to let him down yet.
Lio howls, his back arching, but as his body trembles, I can also see how loose his shoulders are, how his head hangs in relief.
I dig my fingers into his ass cheeks, watching as his skin changes color with how hard I’m gripping him, before going back to the red I made with my belt.
Possession courses through me at seeing my marks fresh on him, knowing the ones he got from Allesandro will be fresh in his mind, even if the bruises have faded to nothing.
Gripping his hips, I flip him over and then pull out my aching cock. Crawling onto the bed, I move over him, dragging my dick across his.
Lio cries out, staring up at me with wide, tear-filled eyes—only this time it’s from pleasure rather than guilt and pain.
“This is why I’m your Owner, isn’t it?” I ask, taking both our cocks in hand. “I own you.”
“Body and soul, Sir…” he whispers.
I jerk us off roughly, smearing our pre-cum around, though it’s not enough to take the painful edge off. It’s okay; we both like it.
“I want you to come, Cucciolo. Come on my cock; get us messy.”
His body stiffens and he cries out, his hips arching into mine as his cock pulses. I’m not far behind, his cum making a nice lubricant for my dick as I thrust against my hand and him.
Burying my head into his neck as I come, I latch onto his skin, biting at his flesh until I taste blood.
Lio screams, more cum escaping.
I bite down harder, taking a page from Tennant’s book and holding on for as long as possible, so the mark will stay there even when the ones on his ass have faded away.
Pressing my body weight onto him, I smoosh him into the bed as I lift my head and kiss him softly. It’s the sweet kind of kiss, the one you give your lover in a tender moment, not after rough sex that stemmed from a whipping. But then, Emilio and I have never done anything the way we “should”.
Pulling back, I look into his glossy, blissed-out eyes. “I love you, Emilio. This guilt you feel…it’s something I hope you and your therapist can work on, but know this, I am always here for you. You don’t have to feel anything but love for me, or Daddy, or Roman, or your Master.”
“I love you too, Angel. Thank you… I…it’s hard, but I want to try. As long as I have you, I think I can.”
“Always, Baby. You’ll never have to face anything alone ever again.” I smooth some hair from his forehead. “Though, you know I’m going to have to tell Daddy what you said, right? He’s going to want to reassure you.”
His lip wobbles. “I didn’t want to bother him. Not over something that is my own issue.”
I raise an eyebrow and he cringes. “Yeah, you know that’s not going to fly with Ten, but don’t worry about that now. Just rest with me… After I clean us up. I need out of my clothes.”
He flushes. “I like having you clothed when I’m not. It feels as if you’re in charge of me.”
“Dressed, undressed, it doesn’t matter, Cucciolo. Your Owner is always in charge, right?”
“Right, Sir.”
Sitting up, I remove my shirt, using it to wipe us both down, before shimmying out of my pants. I’ll have to text someone about bringing me some fresh clothes later, but for now, the only thing that matters is holding my Boy.
Lio snuggles into me when I lay on the bed, his head resting on my chest. “I’m getting blood on you…”
I snort. “Like I give a shit. I happen to love your blood.”
He giggles and snuggles in deeper, pressing himself against me like he wants to live in my skin, which I wouldn’t actually mind, not if it meant I got to keep him safe. Always.