6. Rocco
6
ROCCO
H is eyes go wide at that threat, but instead of fighting me he shuffles toward the ensuite, his head hanging low. I know he won’t be this compliant forever. He’s only behaving because he’s in shock from watching his hook up bleed out in a dingy alleyway.
Good.
That fucker shouldn’t have touched what was mine in the first place.
Hopefully the warm water can wash away some of Leo’s shock and bring him back to baseline.
I need him to have the same fight he had when he walked out of the restaurant and never looked back. The same confidence as when he was moving on the dance floor with his little friend from work.
It’s no fun playing with a toy whose spirit is already broken.
While he cleans up, I go to my study to make a call.
“Giuseppe, do you have any updates?”
“None, sir. No one has left his apartment via the front doors or bedroom windows since he left. The men I have stationed outside Leo’s apartment and building are on watch rotation until he returns.”
“Good. Let me know of any major changes.”
I’ve been keeping an eye on Leo’s apartment ever since he threw himself into my path. Mostly to keep track of his habits, routines, and his sisters. Leverage is truly just another word for knowledge—the more you know, the more control you have.
I want complete control over my toy. To own him, ruin him. Hold his life in my hands.
I sit at my desk and answer emails for a while. With two minutes to spare, Leo walks into the office and stands in front of my desk, eyes downcast as he waits for me to speak. He may have an inner strength, but his natural submissiveness is impressive.
I leave him waiting there until I finish my response, then close my laptop. Leaning back into my chair, I scan him from top to bottom. His hair is towel dried, already curling up. He’s wearing the plain white tee shirt, boxer briefs, and socks I left on the bed for him.
His arms are crossed over his chest, as if he’s caving in on himself.
“Leo, do you know why you’re here?” I ask. His gaze snaps to mine, and although his body language says otherwise, there’s a defiant fire in his eyes—a spark for now, but sure to grow.
“Because you’re insane? A murderer? Someone deranged enough to get me fired from my job and evicted from my apartment?” His eyes are blazing now, and I can’t help but to throw gasoline on the fire.
“Yeah, finding an apartment is going to be tough…” I flippantly commiserate. His nostrils flair and he squares his shoulders. Oof, that hit a nerve. “One of the perks of the job I offered you is a shiny, newly renovated apartment in this building. And a good paycheck.”
“I don’t want your job. I want you to leave me alone and for my life to go back to normal!” He shouts, on the verge of tears again, his face all blotchy and red. “You can’t do this to me! It’s against the law.”
“Yes I can—I already did. What did you think would happen?” my wicked laughter booms around my study, startling him. “That I’d let you put your little white chef’s outfit on and go back to your mundane life? You’d take Lucy to dance lessons on Thursdays, Julia to her favorite taco truck to bribe her to spend time with you, and have happy family dinners on Sundays?”
His entire body stiffens as the fight leaves his eyes completely. He didn’t expect me to know everything about them. Gotcha .
I round the desk and stand closer to him, crowding his space until his back is against the wall so he’s forced to look up at me. Without space between us, I can feel his fear pouring off him in waves. It’s heavenly to have him strung up, right where I want him.
I cage him in with my forearms, trapping him like a rabbit caught in a snare—helpless, totally at my mercy. His light blue eyes are so beautiful when they’re wet with tears and wide with fear. I want to slide inside him, mark him from the inside so everyone knows he’s mine.
“You’re a monster. You’ve been watching me… following our every move.” His face pales, most likely because he’s envisioning the worst case scenario. “You can’t hurt them. I don’t care what you do to me, but you can’t hurt my sisters. They’re all I have…”
“I would never hurt a child, contrary to what you may think of me, ” I muse aloud. “But if you had accepted the job I gave you, they’d have a nicer place to live, a private school education, a better quality of life… But you turned it down. Seems you’re the one hurting your sisters. The streets aren’t a great place to raise your siblings, Leo.”
I see the moment he breaks. He stops crying, and the fire in his eyes extinguishes. Running his hand through his hair, he twists the longer top section in his grasp. He takes a deep breath, and utters the words I’ve been waiting to hear since he walked out of our lunch date.
“I’ll take the job,” he sighs in resignation.
But that’s not enough for me. I want to see him begging on his knees for me. Everything–from the roof over his head to the air he breathes—is mine to give or take away, his dignity included.
“Unfortunately, the job is closed.”
“What?” he breathes in disbelief. His face pinches, his brows drawing together as he twines his fingers together. Nervous energy radiates off him in waves.
“The. Job. Is. Closed.” I enunciate each word so he can understand me.
“Please,” he begs. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get another job in a kitchen without my degree. I need this job.”
“You won’t be able to. I already had you blacklisted from every major restaurant in the city.” I can’t help but laugh at his distress. It’s comical he thought he could in the first place. “Maybe I can be persuaded.”
“I’ll do anything, please .”
I meander to the far side of the room, rubbing my stubble in faux-thought as I pretend to think about what I want. When I sit in my leather arm chair, I motion for him to come over.
“Get on your knees and plead. Make me want to give you a job.”
I point to a spot between my open legs. He drops to his knees a few feet in front of me and I catch a faint whiff of his cologne. It’s woodsy, yet sweet. As he peers up at me, I realize how innocent my little toy appears on the outside.
“Please give me the job,” he begs. He’s barely keeping himself together at this point.
“You seem so pure when you’re kneeling for me. It’s hard to believe you’re the dirty, needy whore who was about to let a stranger fuck him in a hallway…” I run my fingers through his curly hair before giving the longer strands on top a firm tug.
Instead of flinching, he lets out a light, breathy moan, leaning into it. Hmmm, my toy likes pain. Ideas of all the ways I can bend, bruise, and mark his body rush through my head. The depraved, ugly monster inside me rears its ugly head at the image of me tying him up and littering his body with red welts, making him moan so loud his voice goes hoarse.
I cup his face with my other hand, stroking his cheek with my thumb.
“Please,” he pleads. “I can’t let my sisters down. I’m all they have.”
“Kiss my ring,” I order him. It’s my favorite one, gleaming onyx set in yellow gold on my middle finger.
He hesitantly leans in, pressing his lips to it quickly before pulling away.
Peering up at me, he looks so hopeful, as if that was enough.
“Hmmm, you’re not doing a lot to convince me…”
A mischievous light gleams in his eyes as he turns his head, slipping my thumb between his plush lips. His tongue runs up the side as he sucks on it. My little toy is playing with fire, and he has no clue how bad the burn will be.
He lets it pop free of his mouth before whispering “I want it. Please .”
“Do you understand what taking this job means? You’re mine, Leo. My toy to use however and whenever I see fit. I’ll gut any man who touches you like a fucking fish, and make you watch them die this time.”
He nods, but I pull his hair, tipping his chin up so he’s forced to look at me again. “Once you’re mine, there’s no way out. Use your words, Leo. Tell me you understand.” I can easily see myself getting addicted to him. I already killed someone for him, for fuck’s sake—maybe I am already.
“Yes, I understand. I’m yours,” he says with a stubborn tilt to his jaw.
There’s my little lion, so brave. But I still see the trepidation and arousal swirling together in his eyes. He’s right to be cautious.
“Kiss your whole life goodbye, lionheart. I own you now.” I lean down, capturing his lips greedily to seal his fate.
At first, he’s stiff, as if he’s unsure of what to expect. But when I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and bite his plump, pink skin, he melts, moaning into my mouth like the desperate, needy slut I found in the dark back hallway.
His mouth tastes sweet, with the bitter tang of vodka and cranberries. It’s harder to break the kiss than I thought it would be, but I don’t want him getting the wrong impression of who I am.
I’m not a kisses and caresses kind of guy. I rather tie him up, turn him inside out, and take every ounce of his pleasure I can until he’s wrung dry. Until he’s so fucked out he can’t even move or speak, let alone put together a coherent sentence.
Letting go of his hair, I lean back in the chair, legs spread wide. He nuzzles my groin, burying his nose and breathing deeply. I push his face down, and he mouths at the outline of my cock through the fabric.
“Unzip me and take me out,” I grit out, already losing control. His mix of innocence and allure already makes me painfully hard.
He fumbles with the buckle for a moment, then slowly lowers the zipper and pulls me out of my boxer briefs. His eyes widen as he takes in my size. How thick I am. The flushed, leaking head.
Take a good look at it, toy, because it’s going inside your ass soon enough.
“Are you going to stare at it all night or suck it?” I prompt him, raising a brow when he looks up at me.
“Um, yeah… ” he says before taking a deep breath and taking the head into his mouth.
He licks around the tip, running his tongue into the slit at the top and back down again. He sucks slowly at first then picks up speed, going deeper with each pull until it’s halfway in. The sight of his lips wrapped around my cock and the way his curls bounce with every bob of his head is indescribable.
His spit wets me to the root and I wonder how tight and warm his throat feels. Weaving my fingers through his curls, I hold both sides of his head and buck into his mouth, taking pleasure in the choking sound he makes.
“You filthy cockslut, looking so good on your knees with your mouth full,” I tease him. “Open up and take the whole thing down your throat.”
He shifts his mouth, moving his tongue to take me deeper as I thrust into him. Each drive brings me deeper, until I hit the back of his throat and hold him down. His throat convulses around me, sending jolts of euphoria down my spine.
“Good boy,” I sigh. He groans around my cock at the praise, and the vibrations have me closer to the edge than a blowjob should.
I let him up for air, but within seconds he plunges back down, swallowing me whole.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “That’s right, take it.” I hold his head down again, thrusting into him as he gags and chokes on me.
I wrap my hands around his throat, squeezing lightly. Judging by the way he fists my pants and groans, I’d say he likes being choked. It seems the possibilities of how I can defile my toy may be endless.
Our eyes lock, and I grin as tears stream down his face. They’re even more beautiful than the first time I saw him cry.
“You’re going to take every fucking drop of cum I feed you into that greedy, fresh mouth, cumslut. But don’t you dare swallow,” I order him as I feel myself reaching the end.
His cheeks puff up when I finish, with only a few drops escaping from the corner after I pull out. I swipe the strays up with my thumb and paint them over his pillow-soft, swollen red lips.
“Take those clothes off. You’re going to spit it into your hand, and fist your cock until you finish.”
The color drains from his face like he’s a scandalized maiden. It’s not like I asked him for super secret military codes.
Tutting in frustration, I lean forward and grab my shirt collar, pulling him close to me until we’re almost nose to nose.
“So my dirty little slut doesn’t mind giving his ass to a stranger in a public hallway where anyone can see…but you do mind jacking off for an audience of one? Are you playing prude with me, toy?” He rolls his eyes at me. “Be careful, Leo. I have no issue disciplining you on the first night for eye rolling. And God fucking help you if you swallow that cum in your mouth.”
His face is red, posture stiff, as he takes my shirt off and places it on the floor next to him. He looks away from me as he pushes my light gray boxer-briefs down to mid thigh. I notice the dark wet spot on them, and lick my lips at the thought of him turned on and leaking as I choked him.
He sits on his heels, giving me a good view of his body. He doesn’t have a six pack, but he’s lean, with wiry muscle. His skin is pale and smooth, the perfect canvas for all the welts, lashes, and bruises I plan to give him. With the exception of a birthmark by his collarbone. His dick is uncut and a couple inches shorter than my own, slightly curved to the left. It’ll do for the rare times I want to bottom.
He spits my cum into his hand, then covers his length in it. The redness on his face intensifies as he glides his hand up and down, avoiding eye contact with me.
I snap my fingers to get his attention. He glares daggers at me, tightening his grip on himself. My little lion lets his emotions get the better of him, and it’s entertaining to get a rise out of him.
“Look at me while you’re touching yourself. Put on a show for me.”
He starts moving his hand up and down again, thumb swiping over the tip with each pass.
“Hmmm, does my dirty fucktoy touch himself often?” I ask him. His eyes perk up at the insult, and I think I unlocked a secret about Leo Costa.
My brave little lion likes being degraded.
I reach down and flick his nipple, causing him to gasp. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“No,” he says in a clipped breathy tone.
“You’re a terrible liar, toy. You probably thought about me while you sat alone every day in your apartment.” His breathing and speed pick up, and I smile to myself at how delicious he looks while pleasuring himself. “About how the big, bad prince of the docks would look while you sucked his cock. Tell me… did it live up to your fantasy?”
He groans, working himself harder, a blissful expression on his face.
“If this feels good, just think about how good it’ll feel when it’s my fingers in your ass…then my tongue…then my cock.”
His eyes close, as if he’s picturing my words in his mind. It’s enough to bring him over the edge. He comes into his hand, with some getting on his stomach and chest.
I approach him, then swipe my finger through our combined mess, popping it into my mouth. The salty, musky taste explodes on my tongue. Delicious.
He lays on the floor with his arms and legs spread out, breathing heavily. I give him a couple of minutes to gather himself, but the longer he sits there, the more I look at his button nose…his big blue eyes. His angelic face. It makes me feel something I have no business feeling.
He needs to leave, for now. I can’t let him stay here overnight.
“Get up,” I snap. “Put my clothes back on.”
He languidly rolls over and pulls my clothes back on. When I see the wet stain on my boxers again and how puffy Leo’s lips look, I sigh. I don’t want the guards seeing him like this, or my driver.
I see the bite mark I left on his neck and a surge of possessiveness rolls through me. He’s mine.
“Can I go back home now?” he asks. The hope in his expression pisses me off.
“I’ll take you home. Tomorrow, pack all of your and your sisters’ things. You have twenty four hours to bring them to your new apartment in this building. They’ll start school at Brighton Academy on Monday. And you’re expected to start bright and early.”
“Wait, a new school? I don’t want them to get attached to something that won’t last,” he argues.
I rise from my chair and stand close enough to him that he’s forced to look up at me. He doesn’t understand what “mine” really means. It isn’t something temporary or fairweathered. It’s forever.
“I don’t think you truly understand what you signed up for. Being mine isn’t temporary, Leo. It means forever.”
His face pales, and I leave him to marinate on it so it really sinks in.
The partition between the front and back seats gives us privacy from Gio. Not like he’d say anything—my crew’s loyalty is unmatched. The ride back to Leo’s apartment is silent, much like the ride to my penthouse. He doesn’t look any better. His brows are furrowed, lips downturned. Those big blue eyes are unfocused, a million miles off as he stares at the window.
When we park on the street, I mentally make a note to keep the guards posted on his place, in case he tries to leave. Even if he did, he wouldn’t get far. No matter where he goes, I’ll find him. I have eyes and ears everywhere, and the city is in the palm of my hands.
Despite how foolish it would be to leave, I wouldn't put it past him to try to escape with his sisters in the middle of the night. He may be obedient in the bedroom, but I know my lion is going to be tough to break. He still has a fire, this innate stubbornness I’ve never seen in someone before.
“Just pack the essentials. The apartment is fully furnished, and I provided a budget for new clothes and decorative items.”
“Wow, thanks,” he snarks.
Pulling him toward me over the center console, I bite his bottom lip again until I taste blood. He cries out, trying to push me away, but I suck it into my mouth, savoring the taste. Moving our lips together in a primal kiss, I dig my fingers into the bite mark I left on his neck and groan.
Soon enough, I’ll leave bites all over him, reminders of who he belongs to.
“See you Monday morning. Don’t be late.”