He pulled off, and I struggled to draw in air as I looked up at him. His lips were red and shiny with spit, and his eyes were dark. “I know how to pleasure a man, Peter.”
“I just never thought you’d do that. Fuck, you’re so hot.” I felt the heat in my face and knew I was blushing, but at least it distracted me from the ache in my balls. How many more times would he bring me to the edge without letting me come? I already knew my climax was going to hurt as much as it felt good.
Lucien sat back on his heels, and his gaze raked over me. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, both good and bad. Some of them are things I’ll never be able to tell you. Some I hope you’ll forgive me for, and some I know you’re going to love.” He lifted one of my feet and began massaging it, digging his fingers into my arch and making me groan just like his mouth on my cock had. “That feels incredible.”
“Relax and enjoy it.” He thoroughly loosened up every muscle in my right foot. Then he took the left into his hands and did the same thing.
“Look at me, Peter.”
I’d watched him at first when he began to massage my feet, but seeing the tender expression on his face as he concentrated solely on giving me pleasure had been too much for me. I didn’t need to get my hopes up that there might be something more between us. That would only lead to trouble and heartbreak. Lucien would eventually tire of me and let me go. I believed he would protect me and wouldn’t hurt me physically, but he could destroy my heart if I let myself fall for him.
I couldn’t pretend he was the prince I’d longed for. I would enjoy this while it lasted. It wasn’t like I wanted to be involved with a man like him long term anyway. I didn’t want to constantly be in danger. I was tempted to think I was brave for not running from him when I had the chance, but that wasn’t true. I’d still taken the path of least resistance. And I had no intention of involving myself in Lucien’s criminal activities. I belonged in the background, not in the spotlight, certainly not on the arm of a man like Lucien Marchesi.
I sucked in my breath when I met his gaze. He looked predatory once again, the way he had the first time he’d taken me into his office and made me kneel for him. I’d done it, and I knew I would do it again. I would do whatever he asked, but I had to keep my heart out of it.
“Stroke yourself, Peter. I’m going to watch, and you’re going to watch me watch. I want to see the need in your eyes and the agony when I deny you again.”
He’d thoroughly relaxed me with the foot massage, but now my heart was racing again, my breathing shallow. How did he manage that with nothing but a few words?
“Peter.” The command in his voice made me shiver. I reached for my cock, wrapping my hand around it. I stroked myself slowly at first and then faster as my body demanded more. Lucien smiled as he watched me, and his eyes darkened.
“That’s it. Show me how you bring yourself off. Show me how you make yourself come.”
His hand was pressed against his own cock, rubbing himself through his pants. Seeing how turned on he was from watching me made me long to please him even more. I knew he would order me to stop soon, and the closer I brought myself to coming, the harder that would be. But I couldn’t slow my strokes, not with him watching me like he wanted to devour me. I kept dropping my gaze to his hand on his cock and then looking into his eyes again, seeing his need. “Lucien, please, I—”
“Don’t stop yet,” he ordered. I didn’t. I worked myself until I didn’t think I could hold back anymore. What would he do if I came without his permission?
“Tease your balls with your other hand.”
Oh God. “Please, I can’t.”
“You can because I want you to.”
He was so fucking arrogant. Why was that such a turn on?
I cupped my balls and tugged on them, pushing myself to the very edge. Lucien held my gaze. I couldn’t have looked away, not for anything. When I was absolutely sure I’d pushed myself too far, he pulled me back. “Stop. Put your hands at your sides.”
I pressed my hands into the mattress and held utterly still. I was afraid even a current of air could make my cock go off.
“You’re such a good boy, Peter. I love how you obey me.” I tried to speak, but my mouth was too dry. “Just breathe. Slowly.” He leaned forward and laid a hand against my chest. “Make my hand rise. Just focus on that.”
He was watching me again. I licked my lips as I looked into his eyes. I wanted this. I wanted his control. I wanted… things I knew I couldn’t have. “Lucien, I…”
He pressed a finger to my lips. “Close your eyes, baby. This is about feeling, not talking.”
I lay there, trying to focus on breathing, feeling his hand on me and the mattress beneath me. My body ached with the need to come. He hadn’t even touched my hole, but I felt empty inside, desperate to be filled by him.
A few moments later, he pulled his hand away, and my eyes fluttered open. I watched as he slowly undressed. All the tension and need I’d felt returned as I watched him reveal his gorgeous body. I sucked in my breath when his dress shirt dropped from his shoulders. His chest and arms were perfection. I wanted to run my hands over every ridge of muscle.
He let his fingers trail over his abs. “Impressed?”
“Yes, sir.” My gaze slid over him again. “I… um… I like all of you.”
“You haven’t seen all of me yet.”
He undid his pants. When he pushed them and his briefs over his hips, my mouth fell open. His cock was thick and as perfectly formed as the rest of him. I didn’t think I’d ever thought of a man’s cock as beautiful before, but Lucien’s sure as hell was. He kicked out of his shoes and his pants, then took a step closer to the bed. “What do you think now that you’ve seen the whole package?”
“You have to know how incredible you look.”
“I know what other people think, but I want to know your opinion.”
Did that actually matter to him? He seemed so sure of himself. He’d known I would obey him, and I was sure he could have almost any man he wanted. But in case it truly would make a difference to him, I gave him the whole truth.
“You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, naked or clothed. You had my attention the second you stepped off the elevator on my first day at your office. You scared the fuck out of me, but I still wanted you. I’m still scared, but I’m here, willing to do whatever you say.”
“Thank you for being honest.”
I supposed it was hard to get an honest answer when you held the power Lucien did. Most men he was around probably told him whatever they thought he wanted to hear. I wondered if that was hard for him, but dwelling on his vulnerabilities would only put my heart at risk. It was easier to imagine him as all-powerful and invincible. This was supposed to be all about pleasure. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
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“Hmmm.” I tilted my head to the side, pretending to think. “Should I? Or should I make you suffer more?” I prowled along the side of the bed as I spoke. Peter’s gaze followed me, and his breaths came faster. “I love watching you get so worked up, but I also want to drive into you, feel your ass clench around me, fuck you hard. I want you to know just how good you’re going to have it if you obey me.”
Peter watched me warily. There was a touch of fear in his eyes, but mostly his gaze was filled with lust and appreciation. My reaction to him telling me I was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen had startled me. I knew I looked good. I worked hard at it and paid a lot of money for it, but that sincere praise from him had sent warmth all through me. Peter wanted me, even with all the darkness I held inside. I was sure he deserved a man who was nicer than I’d ever be, one who wouldn’t put him in constant danger, but he was here, his cock leaking onto his belly, ready to do whatever I said.
“Pull your legs up onto your chest, Peter. I want to see your tight little hole. I want you as exposed to me as you can get.”
“Yes, sir.” My dick jumped at t
hose soft words which seemed to fall unconsciously from his lips. What was it about this boy that affected me so much? His innocence? The way he relaxed when he gave in and obeyed? I’d had plenty of submissive men before, but there was something special about Peter’s surrender. I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out lube and a condom.
Peter’s eyes widened. “Those aren’t mine.”
“I gave an order that your room be fully stocked.”
His cheeks were already beautifully flushed, but they turned even redder.
“Everyone—the staff, my family—knows you’re here because you’re mine.”
“That’s… um…”
“Let’s focus on something else.” I squirted lube onto my fingers as he watched.
“Are you going to tease me again?”
The way his voice shook made me want to, but I couldn’t wait much longer to have him. My cock was demanding I end this game. I slid my finger along his crack and teased his hole. “What do you think, Peter? Are you ready to have me inside you?”
“I don’t know, sir. I don’t know if I’m ready for any of this.”
“You’re way too innocent to be here with me, but I’m not letting you go.” I pushed a finger into him and groaned as his hot passage clamped down on the digit. “You’re so tight, baby.”
“It’s been a long time, and I’m not… I don’t have a lot of experience.”
Holy fuck, he wasn’t a virgin, was he? “You have done this before, right?”
He nodded. “Yeah, a few times, but it’s never been…”
I smiled down at him as I slid my finger slowly in and out, then took his cock in my other hand and began working it with the same rhythm. “It’s never been what?”
“This good. I’ve never… I’ve always been kind of disappointed.”
The men he’d been with clearly did not deserve him. “I won’t disappoint you. I may demand a lot of you, but you will enjoy every minute you spend in my bed. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. I wouldn’t have stayed… if I didn’t think you… if I didn’t think it would be better with you.”
“It will be so much better, but first, I think I need to torment you one more time.”
His eyes widened, and he started to say something, but I added a second finger, and he bit down on his lower lip. I opened him up, working my fingers deeper until I was massaging his prostate. He arched off the bed and writhed as he tried to take more. He was so close. The color in his cheeks spread down his neck and over his chest, and he seemed to barely be able to breathe.
“Please, Lucien. Please.”
I loved when he used my name. I worked him faster, loving that his body knew what it wanted. He might not have known how much he craved a man’s control before he met me, but his body knew. He responded to me perfectly.
When I was sure he was ready to spill, I pulled my fingers from his body and let go of his cock.
“No. No, please.” His eyes shone with unshed tears. His cock was red, his balls so high and tight.
“You’re so responsive. So beautiful all needy like this. What if I made you wait until tomorrow to come?”
“No, you can’t. You said—”
I leaned over him and pinned his wrists to the bed. “Yes, I can. I can do anything I want to you. You need to remember who’s in charge. I could tie you up so there was no way you could touch yourself and leave you here, aching, needing. I could keep bringing you close to the edge all night.”
“Oh God, please don’t.”
His distress did me in. “Don’t worry. I meant it when I said I was going to have you tonight. I’m not going to walk away now.”
Peter exhaled sharply. “Thank you. I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you say.”
I stroked his cheek. “I know you will, Peter. You want to please me.”
“I do. I swear.”
“Good. Right now, what would please me is your lips wrapped around my cock.”
Peter whimpered as I moved up his body and straddled his shoulders. “I know you want me inside you, and you’ll get that, but I’ve been waiting for this ever since I made you kneel in my office. The way you looked up at me, expecting me to feed you my cock had me so hard it was all I could do to hold myself back.”
“Why did you?”
“I wanted to take my time with you, and my intention that day was to prove a point. You did exactly what I wanted, and making you wait made you want me more. Now open up.”
I teased his lips with the tip of my cock, and he did as I said. “Eyes on me,” I ordered as I made slow, shallow strokes into his mouth. He stared up at me, wonder and desire in his gaze. He was fucking perfect.
“You’re so beautiful like this. One day soon I’m going to put you on your knees and fuck your face until I come down your throat, but right now, I needed you to get my cock ready to drive into your tight ass, and you needed something to distract you from the ache in your balls.”
Peter moaned around me, and I wondered just how fast he could bring me off. I was close to my breaking point after waiting as long as I had for him. A few moments later, I pulled back and brushed his sweaty hair from his forehead.
“You’ve taken your punishment well, Peter. Now it’s time to be rewarded.” I settled back between his legs. I wanted to push right into him and feel his heat around my bare cock, but that wasn’t something I was going to force him into, so I rolled on the condom and slicked myself up.
“I’ll go slow as you adjust to me, but I’m going to fill you all the way up, take you, own you, and when I’m ready for it, you’re finally going to get to come.”
“Please, sir.”
“Turn over.” He did, wrapping his arms around the pillow, arching his back to push his needy little ass toward me. I lined up my cock at his entrance, and he gasped as I surged forward.
“You can take it. You were made to be mine.” I reached underneath him and took hold of his cock. He relaxed as I worked his length, and I pushed in deeper.
“S-so big.”
I chuckled. “I am, but you’re ready for me. I want to be all the way inside you, and I get what I want.”
Peter drove back, trying to take me deeper, so I tightened my hold on his hips. “I’m controlling this.”
“Please.”
I didn’t know if he was asking for more or asking me to let go. I doubted he knew either, but I eased further inside, pulled back, then gave him all of me.
“Fuck,” he cried. “It burns.”
I kissed the back of his neck. “You’re a good boy, taking all my cock. I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re going to love it.”
He squirmed, trying to flex his hips as I gave him several long, slow thrusts. Then I let go so he could move like he wanted to. I didn’t hold back either. I slammed into him, and he worked his hips to meet every stroke.
“Please, Lucien. Need to come. Please.”
I took hold of his hips again, angling him so I’d be better able to drag across his sweet spot on every stroke. He keened when I hit him just right, and I reached for his cock again. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Lucien. You.”
“That’s right. Now come for me.” I stroked his cock as hard and fast as I was fucking him. “Show me how much you need this.”
“Lucien!” he arched his back deeply. His ass squeezed my cock so hard it hurt as he drove himself through the circle of my fingers and came. I meant to keep going, to see if I could push him to come a second time, but as his beautiful body writhed under me and his inner muscles milked my cock, I couldn’t hold back.
“Mine, Peter. You’re mine,” I roared as I let go and came, buried deep inside him.
Peter’s legs slid out from under him, and we collapsed to the mattress. I wanted to simply fall asleep there with him, but we both needed dinner first. I kissed the back of his neck and pulled out, making him wince.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“Yeah, but… wow. I’m goin
g to feel that tomorrow.”
“And that means you’ll be thinking of me all day, just like I want you too.”
He made a contented sound that had my cock trying to perk up again. “Are you hungry?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Jesus, he was blissed out. I fucking loved it. “I’ll get us some dinner.”
I rose from the bed, discarded the condom in the bathroom trash, and opened the closet door. Peter rolled over and looked at me. “What are you doing?”
I grabbed the navy silk robe that hung on a peg just inside the door. It was tight across the shoulders, since it had been purchased for Peter, but it reached around me enough to make me semi-decent. That was all I cared about. Rather than answer him, I scooped Peter up in my arms. He made an adorable surprised squawk.
“We’re going to my room. I want you with me tonight.”
“What about dinner?”
“I’ll have Lola bring it to us there.”
“But I’m naked. What if someone sees us?”
He clung to my neck as I grabbed a blanket from the bench at the end of the bed and tossed it over him. “There. You’re decent now.”
When we’d finished with dinner, I noticed Peter watching me, curiosity in his eyes. “Go ahead and ask your question. I won’t promise to answer, but you can ask me anything.”
Peter’s cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink. “I don’t even know where to begin. I want to know more about you, about your family, about what you actually do.”
“Most of what I do would scare the fuck out of you—even if it wasn’t dangerous to let you know too much—but I do have one project I can tell you about.”
“What is it?” His eager expression made me want him again, but there would be time for that later.
“Come sit on my lap, and I’ll tell you.”
He slid across the sofa, and I pulled him into my arms. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d felt happier than I did, curled up with Peter, telling him all about my plans for DiGiulios, the food, the décor, the ambiance I was hoping to achieve. All my dreams for the place that would be mine, not my father’s, not a front for crime, just a fucking amazing restaurant.
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