by Renee Rose
“I couldn’t keep lying like that anymore. Not to God, and I didn’t want to be married to someone that much older than me. She couldn’t even have children anymore, and there was the fact that I didn’t love her.”
He looks angry, and it warms my heart. “Why were they going to force you to marry her then?”
“Because she was widowed and no one else wanted to marry her. I didn’t realize it at the time, only after I was gone a few months, that it was a pattern of behavior. Younger wives are married off to older men, like my uncles. The prime choices. Like cattle. The older single women are ‘given’ to young guys, like me.”
“The old bastards didn’t want the competition.” Cold steel threads through his tone.
“Yeah, exactly. Unless a younger guy is a favored son of someone important, it is rare they get to marry who they want. It also probably explains why so many guys who weren’t exactly favorite sons ended up leaving suddenly when they were around my age, or younger. Mostly younger. It was expected you do your duty to the community and not think for yourself.”
He kisses me. “You don’t have to worry about them ever again, baby.”
“I hope not.”
“They had no idea you’re gay?”
I shake my head. “I think I knew for a long time, because I never wanted to marry a woman. I didn’t even have a name for it, at first. That worked in my favor, though, because I wasn’t making eyes at any of the eligible girls my own age. No one saw me as competition. I was actually being ‘rewarded,’ in their eyes, by being allowed to get married at all at my age. They all thought I was the perfect, obedient son, which in their minds made up for a lot of my other faults, like I wasn’t as macho or strong as some of the other guys.”
“That’s fucked up.”
I nod. “Fortunately for me, I was able to leave home with a little money in my pocket. I’d been saving up, and people had been giving me money, so I could buy a piece of property and build a house. I didn’t have much yet but I knew I needed to leave before my secret got out. I’d be willing to bet that made them mad.”
Tiberius rolls to his side, taking me with him, cradling me in his arms.
I’ve never felt so safe.
So loved.
I know, I know. It’s stupid to feel like that when I barely know the guy. I don’t even know his last name.
Still, I’m going to enjoy this feeling while I can.
It has to end sometime. Nothing this perfect can last.
Can it?
“That’s not going to be a problem for you ever again.”
I’m not certain what he means by that, but I opt to not be stupid and assume he means because I’ve left my family and started building a new life for myself. “I know.” I sigh. “I finally feel like I’m in control of my life. I never knew what that felt like before. They directed and controlled every aspect of my existence, including lying to me about the world at large. I could never live like that again. If I give control of myself to someone, I want it to be my choice.”
“Are you thirsty, baby?” he asks.
I start to answer no when I realize that, yeah, I am. “Yes, please.”
I must still be out of it, because he seems to move faster than humanly possible, slipping out from under the covers and returning with a tray from a dresser near the door.
“Here, baby. Let’s get some water and calories into you.” He sits next to me and pulls me against him, holding a bottle of water for me to drink from, then feeding me pieces of chocolate chip cookies.
I feel like a cherished pet and love every second of it.
After a few minutes of this tender treatment, I tip my head back to look into his eyes again. “If I act stupid, please tell me.” Taking a deep breath, I summon all my courage. “I’m so new to all of this. I don’t know what’s right and wrong. I need you to tell me if I screw up or… whatever.”
He strokes my cheek with his thumb, tenderly caressing me in a way no one else ever has. “Like I said, baby, you’re perfect. I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
It takes several minutes for me to feel steady enough to stand. He helps me into the shower in the ensuite bathroom, where I finally get my first good look at his perfect body in the light.
I’m not exaggerating. He really is perfect. He’s about six inches taller than me, which puts him around six-four, with broad shoulders and rock hard abs tapering down to a gorgeously tight ass and sculpted thighs, between which are nestled his amazing cock and heavy balls.
I find myself dropping to my knees, transfixed by the sight. He’s already mostly hard again, and I look up, wanting permission.
Smiling down at me, he strokes my hair. “I know what you want, baby, but I want that next load inside you, and not like this. But feel free to tease me a little.”
“I-I’ve never done… this before.”
His right eyebrow slowly arches, sexy, seductive. “I know. You said. I’m the lucky bastard who gets to be the first to feel that beautiful mouth of yours.”
“What… do I do?”
“Whatever you feel like doing, baby.”
With a deep and shaky breath, I reach up and cup his balls with one hand, and encircle his cock with the other.
That draws a low hiss from him. “Perfect, baby.” He reaches behind him to turn on the shower and directs the spray away from us. As warm steam slowly swirls around our bodies, I lean in, inhaling.
I don’t know how to describe how good he smells. There’s a mix of leather and spices, maybe coffee, too, all with the sharp undertone of desire. A drop of pre-cum pearls at the slit on the head of his cock. Before my nerve can flee me, I slowly lick it off, tasting him for the first time.
My senses explode in full color, taste and smell and even my hearing seems sharper. His hands settle on my head, fingers gently threading through my hair. “That’s it, baby,” he hoarsely whispers. “Just like that. So damned perfect.”
My confidence quickly builds under his soft encouragements. He talks me through licking and sucking him, using my hands on him, until he finally grabs me under the arms and effortlessly hauls me to my feet to kiss me.
“No more right now,” he murmurs against my lips. “I need to get you home and into my bed, where you belong.”
Chapter 11
Tiberius completely takes charge, grabbing a washcloth and tenderly scrubbing every inch of my body before washing himself.
A guy could definitely get used to being pampered like this.
I only hope he wants to keep pampering me. Surely he’s got lots of guys panting after him. Why would he want someone like me?
At this point, I don’t even care. I want Tiberius, he seems to want me, and I refuse to give up the chance to sleep with him even if it can’t possibly lead to a long-term relationship.
Once that’s finished and we’ve both rinsed off, he towels me dry first, making me blush with his attention, and kissing me when he unerringly senses I’m feeling self-conscious.
That’s when something hits me. “Why aren’t there any mirrors in here?”
He shrugs. “To save money. People aren’t using these suites to look at themselves.” When he smiles, any follow-up questions I had float away under the strength of his blue gaze.
Instead of putting his suit back on, he balls it up and shoves it into his bag, which somehow ended up in the room with us. From that same bag he pulls a pair of jeans and a black, short-sleeved pullover. He helps me get dressed and then sends someone a text on a phone that looks pretty darned pricey.
Smiling, he pulls me in for another kiss. “Close your eyes, baby.”
As if it’s a command, they fall shut. I couldn’t keep them open if I tried.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Just for a moment.”
I feel a rush of air and hear music, people, the metallic clang of a door slamming shut behind us, then he speaks.
“Okay, baby. Open your eyes.”
I do, and they widen i
n shock over finding myself sitting in a fancy car. “What—”
“You dozed off, baby. It’s all right.” He pats my knee. “You were practically sleep-walking.” He smiles and whatever doubts I had flee like dead leaves in an autumn breeze as he starts the car. “We’ll get your car tomorrow evening.”
“I don’t have one.”
He scowls. “How’d you get here?”
“Ride share service.”
“And you were going to go home like that tonight?”
“Or walk. I—”
“You should take a nap, baby.” I don’t understand why he looks upset, but when I next open my eyes, we’re in a garage and he’s once again smiling. “There’s my boy.” He leans in and kisses me. I struggle not to climb into his lap right there. I might, if it wasn’t for my seatbelt holding me in place.
Heck, I don’t even remember fastening that.
Tiberius gets out and circles the car to help me out. “You don’t have any roommates, or anywhere to be, Saturday. Right?”
I nod. “Right.”
This is the smile I know is my undoing, wide and bright, completely untroubled. “Excellent. Let me show you around. I will sleep during the day, and I’ll warn you now, I usually sleep pretty deeply. You might even think I’m dead, because I won’t wake up, but that’s just me. If you wake up before me, leave the shutters down and don’t leave the house. All right?”
I find myself nodding. “Yes, Sir.”
That earns me a kiss. “So perfect, baby.”
He grabs his bag and takes my hand to lead me into the house and down a hallway to a bedroom. It doesn’t feel… lived in, though.
He opens the master bedroom closet and ushers me in, closing the door behind us.
“Um, Tiberius—”
He presses a button and an audible click makes me turn. The back wall swings open, exposing a set of stairs.
“What’s this?”
“I’m very security-conscious,” he says, motioning for me to go first.
I’m still staring. “Isn’t this how horror movies start?”
“The button’s here.” He shows me. I never would have found it without his guidance, it’s concealed so well. “If you come upstairs before me, close the door. Let yourself back in like that.”
“Okay.” With a deep breath, I head down and he follows me. Downstairs is a large, luxurious suite that definitely feels lived in. It’s tidy, but from the T-shirt draped over the arm of a comfy reading chair in one corner, to the remote for the enormous flat-screen TV on the wall casually tossed on the unmade bed, my soul settles a little that this truly is where Tiberius sleeps.
“I’m not just security conscious,” he says as he sets his bag down. “I like to prepare for possible future contingencies. This area is heavily reinforced and protected. If the house were to catch fire above us, I could seal us in and we’d be safe in here for days, if not weeks. The upper door is reinforced steel. Down here, I have backup water and sewer connections, and it’s hooked to an emergency generator. There is an outer lead casing, too. As long as there is plenty of food, it’s the perfect hiding place.”
“You worried about nukes, or something?”
He shrugs, a playful smirk quirking his lips. “Never hurts to be prepared. It’s a very elaborate panic room.”
“What, exactly, do you do for a living?”
“I have done many things in my life.” He walks over to me and pulls me into his arms. “Currently, I work for Lucius Frangelico. He owns the club, but he is a very rich, successful businessman, and he has made my brothers and me very wealthy. We are also very protective of our loved ones.”
His gaze searches my face. I honestly have no idea how to respond to his admission.
“Also, for the record,” he adds, “you’re not walking anywhere alone, especially not at night.”
“I think after ten months here, I’m—”
“I mean it.” The dark scowl has returned, and my mouth snaps shut. “You don’t know what’s out there. It’s lucky you haven’t had any trouble.”
“I take the bus to work, or walk if it’s nice. I can’t afford cabs or ride shares all the time.”
His hands settle on my shoulders. “Listen to me, baby. I’ll buy you a car, if I need to. It’s not safe.”
I’m torn between wanting to nod in agreement and rebelling at him putting his foot down like this. “You… don’t know me.”
“And you don’t know me, but here you are with me, baby.” He smiles, twisting my heart around him once again. “I can afford to buy you nearly everything you could ever want, except maybe a country.”
I’d laugh, except I know he’s serious.
Shouldn’t that worry me?
Still, I nod.
Then he’s kissing me again and the world disappears. I sense this will be a recurring habit around him. Our clothes somehow disappear, too. Next thing I know, we’re in his bed and his lips are exploring every inch of my body.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he whispers against my abs as his downward journey continues.
“I want you.” My hands roam his granite shoulders and settle in his hair as I try to coax him even farther down.
“Beg me for it, baby. I want to hear the words.”
It feels like lava in my cheeks, they’re so hot. I don’t even swear, much less have any experience with sexy bedroom banter. “I want you to make love to me.”
“Keep begging, baby.” When his tongue laps at the head of my cock, I gasp in pleasure and any thoughts of decorum flee my brain.
“Please fuck me!”
“Please fuck you, what, baby?”
Desperation keeps my brain from fully engaging, at first, until it hits me. “Please fuck me, Sir!”
“Yes.” He says it sounding like a satisfied owner, too. His mouth engulfs my cock, drawing shameless gasps and moans from me. Nothing has ever felt this good, other than that orgasm he drew from me earlier.
After a few minutes, he sits up between my legs and reaches for the nightstand. He pulls lube out of the drawer and when I start to ask about condoms, he smiles, once again derailing my thoughts. “I’m clear, baby. Absolutely zero risk of catching anything with me. Okay?”
While I know I should pull the brakes on this, what objections I might have had sink below the surface and quickly disappear under the force of his smile. I feel myself nodding. “Okay.”
He leans in, kissing me again, and I wrap my arms around him. I don’t want to let go of him.
Ever.
I feel his lubed fingers between my legs as we kiss, gently probing my ass. “That’s it, baby,” he whispers against my lips. “Let me in. I promise, it’ll feel so good.”
My cock rubs against his body as I squirm and gasp with every little bit of progress he makes. He finds my virgin rim and slowly massages me, quickly making it feel good. I find myself rocking between his hand and his body, gradually impaling myself on his finger with every stroke. First one finger, as his tongue and mine dance together throughout our kiss.
This is better than all of my fantasies combined. “There you go, baby,” he says as he slowly starts stroking his finger inside me. “That was so perfect and sexy. Ready for more?”
His eyes are dark pools of sparkling midnight stars. I eagerly nod. “More, please, Sir!”
Adding more lube, he withdraws, massaging me again as he adds a second finger and the process starts again. I’m so horny and eager by the time I have those two fingers fully buried inside me that I’m near tears.
He chuckles. “One more, baby. I don’t want to hurt you. Not like that, at least.” The third finger stretches me nearly to the point of pain, a burning pinch I’ve never felt before. Then he pauses and watches me. “Do you want me, baby?”
I nod. “Please, Sir.”
He nips my lower lip. “This feels so good, doesn’t it?”
Like that, the pain transforms to waves of pleasure. “Please make me come!”
“Not unt
il I’m inside you. Not until I give you permission, baby.” His lips slant over mine again as I’m lost within our kiss. I don’t know when he has me loosened to his satisfaction, but this pleasure bordering on near pain overwhelms me. I’m aware that I’m babbling, begging him to let me come.
His hand disappears and when he sits up, he pulls me with him. “I need you, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. It’s like he can’t release me, either. I feel him slicking his cock and then he grabs my ass, lifting me as if I weigh nothing.
The head of his cock nudges against my hole. “Hold on to me, baby,” he orders. I wrap my arms around his neck and realize my knees can touch the bed. “Do you want my cock?”
I nod, unable to speak because I’m so desperate.
“Take it slowly,” he orders.
I realize what he means. His hands remain on my ass, squeezing, kneading my flesh as I start to impale myself on him. My cock rubs against him, and his eyes burn into mine.
“That’s it, boy,” he says. “Ride me.”
Once I take the head, the rest gets easier, and now I’m grateful he took the time to prep me first. I’ve played with myself a few times in the shower, but nothing like this.
When I have taken him all the way to the root, his fingers clamp down on me again, holding me in place for another kiss. “Good boy,” he whispers. “My very good, perfect boy.” Lowering me to the bed, he pulls my legs around his waist. “That’s the only cock you’ll ever have inside you for the rest of your life.”
My mind swirls, need and hunger and perfection vying with confusion. It certainly sounds like he wants me for life, but that’s… This must be nothing more than pillow talk.
Right?
I stare up into his eyes, now hooded and dark as he slowly withdraws to the head before sliding deep inside me again. “Understand?” he asks.
I nod.
“You belong to me, and I’m yours.” Another long, slow stroke pulls a moan from me. I want to come, need to come, but even though I’m on the edge, I can’t.
Because he hasn’t given me permission.