19. Emilio
Isit up at the sound of the door opening, my eyes widening at the sight of Daddy carrying Roman. I swing my legs to the side, intent on getting to him, but Daddy gestures for me to wait. Impatiently, I bite down on my lower lip, needing Roman next to me, needing to know that he’s alright.
“I’m not tired, though,” Roman drawls sluggishly as Tennant settles him next to me.
Daddy just gives him a look, even though Roman’s eyes are partially closed. “Then you can lay here and snuggle with Lio. I promise, you will be alerted if anything happens with Cristian. But you need to take a break.”
Before Roman can argue further, I pipe up. “It’ll be okay, Roman. I promise, I’ll make sure you don’t sleep through anything. But maybe you could cuddle me for a bit? I’m still a little queasy from that sedative.”
“Of course, I can, Amore Mio,” Roman says, his voice more alert, but he stops fighting Tennant.
He curls up next to me as I lay down again, putting his head on my shoulder. I maneuver my arm so I can wrap it around him, even though I know it’ll go numb eventually. At least this way I can hold him closer and know that he’s safe—and behaving.
Daddy gives me a wink as he pulls the covers over us. For a moment, he just stares before shaking his head ruefully. He brushes a kiss on the tops of both Roman’s and my heads with a wry smile.
“Alright, you two behave. Leashes are not ruled out in the future if you don’t.”
I giggle, my Littlespace close to the surface, but I manage to resist it. I'm too worried about Roman to let my inner submissive take over. As soon as Daddy leaves, I start running my fingers through Roman’s soft hair. He hums and snuggles in closer.
I’m not sure how long we stay like that, but eventually, he breaks the silence. “I’m scared.”
“I know, Love. It’s alright to be scared.”
Taking a deep breath, I nudge him until he’s on his back, and I can prop myself up and look down at him. I flex my hand to get circulation back in the arm he put to sleep, which makes him smile sheepishly. I merely roll my eyes at the expression.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, but I shake my head and resume running my fingers through his hair, unable to resist.
“You don’t need to apologize. I do have a question though…” He tilts his head slightly, waiting me out. “What do you see when you look at the future?”
His sharp inhale pierces my heart, and his panicked look almost does me in. With a shaky voice, he whispers, “I don’t know.”
“Hmm. Close your eyes for me. Let’s try something.”
“Something sexy?” he banters back, and I chuckle quietly.
Dipping down, I capture his mouth, kissing him with everything I have. Pouring out my love, worries, and frustrations. It’s odd, he lures out a side of me I didn’t know I had. The need to protect, and yet the need to challenge, to…fuck, dominate? What. The. Fuck?
I stop the kiss, pulling back. His sensual growl makes me want to laugh. It’s a shot of adrenaline to my system. “Nope. That’s all you get for now. I want to know your hopes for the future. Your dreams.”
“Fuck,” he grumbles, closing his eyes with a huff. “I’m not sure what you’re expecting…”
“I want to know what hides in your brain. What things slide around that make you want. And if you’re a good boy for me, I’ll make sure you get a reward.”
My heart pounds, waiting to see what happens at my command.
I'm desperately worried I’m crossing a line, but I'm also hoping this fixes the cracks even I can see. From the way he shudders and then immediately relaxes, I know I’ve got him where he needs to be.
Having learned from Master, I know how to be patient, to wait for the walls to come down.
In the quiet, his voice wavers, but he finally answers me. “I dream of our lives together. After this bullshit with the Senator. That. That’s what I dream about the most. Us. As a family. Kids, marriages, a home where we all end up together, in whatever way makes sense to us.”
“That’s a beautiful dream. In fact, let’s make that our goal.” I breathe deeply and bend down again, nuzzling his neck, peppering kisses along his collarbone. “What else, Love? What else do you see?”
“A larger home in the country, so we can have all the pets possible. Our own little zoo. After all, the kids will need it.” He exhales shakily as I take off his shirt.
I hum in encouragement as I leave open-mouth kisses along his chest. Straddling him, I slide down his body, continuing my exploration. A kiss, a lick, a nip. And then I stop.
“Fucking hell, are you trying to kill me?” he demands on a moan, his eyes still tightly closed.
I laugh silently, my breath ghosting over his body. Goosebumps break out along his skin, and I lick the pathway before forcing myself to slow down. It won’t do to push him too quickly.
“Give me more, Love.”
Grumbling, his hands curl into fists by his side. I wonder if he realizes he’s naturally submissive. Swallowing, I try to breathe through my own desires.
“I dream of you. Of Ignacio. Of Tennant. Of Jude. And of Hollis. I dream of us all together. I dream of busy breakfasts, loud dinners, and happiness… So much happiness that it makes me break.”
Right there. That’s where the weak spot is… Keeping a leash on my inner savage is fucking hard as hell, but damn if I’ll walk away from this or rush him.
“Why would it make you break, My Love? Why would happiness hurt you?”
His eyes flash open, and he stares at me, opening his mouth, but no words come out. Instead, the tears he’s held in for so long, too long, tumble out. I lay on top of him, giving himself something solid to feel, to grab, and when his arms circle me tightly, he lets it all out.
It’s a switch from sex to an emotional release, but he needs this, and I’m grateful to be the one who managed to break the walls surrounding him, to sneak past the guards he keeps around his soft heart.
Because as much as his love is limitless, he tries to save himself from pain in the worst way possible.
Seeing to everyone else won’t fly with me.
My little people pleaser is going to learn… one way or another.
When his tears finally slow, I slide halfway off him.
I want to stay close enough that he knows I’m not leaving, but letting him breathe is probably a good idea.
From the way he reacts, it’s a good thing I don’t go too far.
The way he tenses is almost unbearable, so I focus on petting him, giving him small touches of comfort and love, a conversation where we don’t need words.
Eventually he sighs, relaxing fully. He turns his head slightly so that he can meet my stare. “I don’t think I’m alright. Happiness shouldn’t break me, should it?”
“No, Love. But you have me. You have your large poly family, and we’re just getting started.
I’m happy to look at real estate with you, and work toward making your dream a reality, because I can see that too.
We’re breaking the past, and the chains that held us in place.
But to do that, to find the courage, we need help. ”
Sighing, he groans. “Is this where you say I need therapy?”
“Look at you. The smartest Boy of all…”
Before he can argue, I kiss him again, taking control once more as he submits so beautifully to me.
There's a freeing feeling inside me, a newness that unfurls. He’s more than my best friend, more than my Love.
He’s everything to me, in the same way Master is…
Just flipped the other way. And hell if I didn’t know that was possible.
It’s heady, intoxicating. Almost as addictive as the taste of him…
I finally stop, breathless, fucking undone by the look in his eyes.
“If I promise to start therapy, do I get that reward?” He reaches out, tracing the planes of my face, caressing me, seducing me.
“My Love is definitely the smartest Boy of all.”
He blushes, and questions swim in his eyes, but now isn't the time for that. No, now is when I get to show him how I feel. Words? Words are too easily broken, cast aside like they're nothing. Actions. That’s what he needs.
With a slight grimace, he nods. “I’ll do it. But will you be there?”
“You couldn’t keep me away if you tried. It’ll always be you and me. No matter who else is in our lives, you’re mine.”
This time, I don’t wait for a response before bending down to bite his shoulder, and his sharp gasp of pain ends on a moan.
I stifle the laughter that bubbles up inside me.
Instead, I continue mapping every bit of him with my fingers and tongue.
Sweat breaks out on both of us, and by the time I reach his navel, we’re both trembling.
Fuck. I’ve only topped once, and I worry whether I’ll be any good at it. I tug at his skirt, and he quickly helps me pull it, and his underwear, off. For a moment, I bury my nose in his crotch, inhaling his musky, heady scent. Fuck, he’s so damn perfect. Perfect for me.
With his thick cock right there, I decide topping can wait until later.
I don’t have the patience to try it right now.
Instead, I lick his hardness, swirling my tongue around the head before capturing it in my mouth.
Tightening my lips, I suck hard, sliding down until I take him all the way. Thank fuck for having no gag reflex…
I start out slow, torturing him as I alternate between long sucks and kissing his thighs.
It’s not until his moans break into a constant stream of begging that I go back to worshipping his cock.
I put everything into it. Licking, pressing my tongue against the vein on the underside of his beautiful member, and varying the suction as I take him deep before swallowing around him.
My eyes water, but I refuse to give up. I adjust my position so I can roll his balls in my hand, using my drool as a lubricant. The pace I set becomes frantic as he starts to thrust into my mouth, and soon he explodes, triggering my own orgasm, without even being touched. Fuck.
The pleasure of pleasing him… I shudder as I swallow his cum, letting myself enjoy it. Damn, I definitely want to do that again. And maybe try topping, because he’s so fucking expressive when he lets go.
Sitting back on my heels, I wipe at my mouth, making sure I’ve gotten every trace of him. He stares up at me, a sense of wonder in those beautiful eyes of his. I take a deep breath, savoring the heady scent of sex in the room. Though, damn am I glad we weren’t caught before we finished…
“Let me get you off,” he says hoarsely, reaching for me.
I cock an eyebrow and snort. “Hon, that is so not an issue right now. Turns out, getting my protein intake from you triggered my own release…”
He bursts out laughing and it settles something inside me. A rightfulness that covers what may have been awkward. I relax at his smile as he grabs my hand, holding it tight.
“You’re something else, Amore Mio. Thank you.” His quiet reverence speaks to me on a deeper level, and I brush a kiss against his lips.
“You never have to thank me, Love. You’re everything to me.” Smirking, I wink at him. “But right now, I need a shower. The good thing about you getting therapy is that pretty soon you’ll be moving back to your room…”
“Hmm, true. We really should get a larger mattress by then.”
Nodding, I slide off the bed and head towards my clothes pile. I desperately need to change into something else.
“We can look for new beds when I get back from the shower… And maybe some properties too. Though I suspect we’ll need to special order a bed if it’s going to fit everyone.
We may need to just buy a piece of land and build on it too…
” I trail off, my mind already racing with possibilities as I head toward the door.
I stop when he calls out, “Hey, Lio?”
“Yeah?” I ask, waiting for whatever he needs, worried I might have pushed too hard.
Instead, he smiles at me, and it’s one I haven’t seen since the first time we met… Way before the kidnapping of the Bosses, before the Council. Back to the younger sense of self. And that’s the final missing piece that puts everything into perspective.
“Thank you.”
I blow him a kiss before I leave, too stunned to speak. Because I remember what falling in love was like with my Master…a chaotic time that swallowed me whole. And then the slow tumble of falling for my Owner. The rapid rush of love with my feels whisperer Daddy. This? This is something else.
The feelings here… they're a sucker punch. And fuck if I can manage to stay on my feet, because that smile? That level of relief? I did that. And somehow, I’ll make sure to give him that every single day for the rest of his life. He’s mine. Forever.