Vendetta del Cuore

by Leigh Kenzie

  I’m so lost in the feeling and music that I don’t notice Master coming up to us until he grabs my face. I look at him with lust-glazed eyes, and the pounding of the music is no match for the pounding in my heart. His lips quirk into a half-smile as his grip softens, and he caresses my face. The attention from him makes me try to curl into him, whining for whatever he’ll give me. I don’t even bother caring anymore that I’ve been trained to seek his approval and give him pleasure. I want to feel accepted again, to be worthy of this man…my Master.

  “Have you figured tonight out yet?” Master whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear over the music.

  “Yes, Master,” I say apologetically as I cast my eyes downward, unable to look at him. “I’m being punished. I’m sorry.”

  “Do you know why you’re being punished?” Luca demands my answer, his hold tightening painfully.

  “No, Sir,” I respond, slipping into an honorific in hopes he’ll tell me so I can stop being in trouble.

  “I don’t mind you teasing the other boys. Even a little torture. I like it. But you crossed the line, and I’m sure you know that. Plus, if there’s any name that comes off your lips other than mine when coming, you’d better hope I don’t force you back into being a toy so you learn. You. Are. Mine. You will always be mine. The other boys have proven themselves and have been granted limited rights to fuck others. I haven’t given you that privilege yet, and you proved why with your stunt. You are at my disposal and anyone else I chose to share you with until I say otherwise. Understand?” Master growls the last word, sliding his hand down to my throat and compressing it, making sure I feel every bit of his power.

  I can’t speak so I try to nod as much as possible. It’s not much, but it must satisfy him enough to let go. I take a deep gulp of air. While I enjoy teasing the other boys, Master is right. I knew I was pushing Ignacio too hard, and I didn’t think about it being disrespectful to Master.

  “Now, Luca here is in pain. He hasn’t been allowed to orgasm for over forty-eight hours despite being worked up quite a few times.” Master gives a smug smile. “I’m going to leave it up to him to creatively teach you a lesson. But remember, this is happening because it’s what I want. Not you.”

  I watch as Master slides away, becoming obscured in the darkness, especially when a beam of light hits my body. I’m shorter than Luca, so it obscures his face while illuminating my body. It’s not even the red light the rest of the club gets. No, this is blinding white light, making sure I can be fully seen by every person in the club.

  Luca doesn’t hesitate and spins me around while forcing me to my knees. Without needing prompting, I unzip his pants and pull his cock out. I go to lick his cock, but he’s impatient, and as soon as my mouth is open, he shoves it in. There’s no consideration for me, just him pistoning his cock in and out. I’m given no time to react, to adjust, but I do my best to lavish the unyielding dick attention with my tongue. After several painful moments, where my throat feels on fire from how deep he’s going and as I start getting dizzy from lack of proper air, he pulls out. I gasp and try to recover from the choking sensation. Before I can fully come back to myself, he’s grabbing my hair and yanking me to my feet where I sway unsteadily. He turns me back around and pushes me until I fall on the glass.

  He manages to unzip my jeans and pull my underwear down. Without any lube, he starts pressing against my hole. I frantically scratch against the glass, trying to find something to hang onto where there is none. I screech against the uncomfortable invasion, sure that I’m being split and torn, but he doesn’t give up. My dick goes soft, unable to stay hard when faced with such pain. As soon as he is fully in me, he grabs me by the leash and pulls me back to lean him. The grip is tight enough I can’t move my neck despite his punishing thrusts. I gag and try to struggle, but his only response is to bring his other hand up and twist my nipple harshly.

  I finally relax my body enough to stop fighting, but the invasion is still painful. I’m thankful when he stops for a moment. That is until he lets go of my leash and puts my hands on the glass, like I’ll need to brace myself. My body goes tense because I can’t imagine him going rougher and surviving it.

  “Poor Lio,’” Luca croons as he rubs my back with his large hands. I automatically submit to him, my body relaxing as much as possible around his stiff member.

  “You’re going to fuck yourself on my cock, now, and you’re not going to stop until we both come,” he says cruelly, and then yanks my hair back so I’m staring through the glass. “And you’re going to do it while they all watch what a naughty slut you are. You’d better hope they don’t have cameras, though, I hear you love that.”

  My body shudders with the reminder, and I swear the light illuminating me gets even brighter. It takes a smack before I start to move my body back and forth, shoving myself onto his cock. The friction already wore my saliva off him so the only lubrication I do get is from his precum. It’s making me grimace, and I’m sure everyone can see the pain in my face if they’re watching. I can only hope he’s lying and they can’t see anything. I’m not sure how I’m going to come like this, but I keep up my punishing pace because the moment I slow down he smacks me hard on the ass. He grabs my right hand and roughly pulls it back, making my shoulder hurt before spitting into my palm. I slowly, and shakily, bring my hand down to my cock and start trying to get hard. I feel him spit more and get a little ease of him moving in and out of me, but it’s not enough. Spit makes a horrible lubricant, but he angles to hit my prostate, giving me a little relief and pleasure. Enough that between stroking my cock and him hitting it hard enough, I finally start to get hard.

  I breathe a sigh of relief when he pulls out, and I focus on trying to get off before he enters me again. I don’t make it, but this time when he enters, it’s with a slide. I don’t know how he got lubricant but don’t fucking care. My hole still feels inflamed and fucking painful from before, but at least, now I can manage it better. I start moving faster on his cock as he stands still like a king to his servant. I can feel an orgasm bearing down on me. I’m so very close. My movements become jerkier, and then he’s pushing in me, taking over so I can focus on coming while he races for his release. Soon, I’m splattering the glass with my semen. Before he comes, he pulls out and forces me to kneel again. He presses my face forward, and I cringe when I realize what he wants. I lick every trace of myself from the glass, hoping I can keep it down.

  He jerks me back by my hair hard enough that I fall on my sore ass with my head bent uncomfortably. I can’t see from the blinding light but hearing his harsh breathing gives me enough time to close my eyes before cum covers my face. I go to wipe my face when he gives me a warning kick as cum continues to splatter over me. Finally, the white light winks out and the music pauses long enough for me to hear cheering from the floor below. It turns my stomach, and I’m grabbed up by the arm while I’m still trying to wipe it away, when I hear Master’s bark of command.

  “Leave it.” I shudder at the thought and am grateful that one of them is at least kind enough to wipe off the cum that’s covering my eyes.

  “You’re going to walk right out of here wearing that. It’s only coming off when you get home,” Master says as the cum drips down from my face onto my shirt. At this point, I’m fucking thankful they let me put my pants back on before escorting me down the stairs. I keep my head down in the wake of the applause that restarts when we hit the main floor. By the time we’re all situated in the limo, I’m sure my face is beet-red, if that can even be seen under the layer of cum drying on it.

  “Good show, Boss,” Marcus says with a laugh. I don’t look up to see the response, but he falls silent. By the time we’re back to the house, I’m vibrating with even more anxiety than when we left. Once again, I’m the last to leave the limo. Marcus strides away immediately, but Ignacio is talking with Luca. I go over to him despite my shame and appearance. I don’t touch him, but he finally looks over to me questioningly.

  “I
just wanted to apologize,” I grit out before turning and fleeing for my room. I desperately want to hide. Although an even larger part of myself hopes I’m forgiven. I don’t ever want to be a toy again.

  Chapter Seven

  I hate these events even though I know they’re necessary. My aunt works hard every year to make this Christmas Eve celebration a success. It’s well attended, everyone from the police chief to the governor, to the movers and shakers show up. As the most powerful man in the room, it gives me time to ensure they all know I still rule their tiny lives. It’s exhausting dealing with such people, all of them wanting my attention and regard.

  The only good part of Christmas Eve is the family portion of the night. It’s usually before everyone shows up, but this year I requested it be after Mass. As much as I am enjoying having a new boy, I need to ensure he behaves before letting him take part in such festivities. Right now, that’s not guaranteed; he still needs to prove himself. He seems to have learned his lesson last night at least.

  I finish dressing and exit my room, taking the few steps down to Emilio’s. It’s odd to think of him by his name, and I’m definitely not shortening it to Lio as the other boys have done. I don’t bother knocking before I enter, and I’m glad I didn’t. Even though we don’t have time for anything, I can at least enjoy the scenery as he dresses. I’m pleased to see he doesn’t even look startled to see me enter unannounced. Knowing he’s learned I’ll do as I fucking please is a good sign he’ll behave.

  “Padrone,” he murmurs as he shimmies into the briefs I had the servants bring him. I smirk at his usage of my title. Master never sounds as good rolling off his tongue as when it’s spoken in Italian. He’ll need to remember it tonight.

  “Are you ready for tonight, Boy?” I ask as he finishes dressing. I notice he’s a bit pale and wonder if it’s nerves. It could also be his Irish heritage, I think, unhappily. What a fucking mess.

  He doesn’t give me a verbal answer but instead drops to his knees in front of me. I can’t resist running my fingers through his freshly cut hair, despite it already being combed. I love seeing him at my feet, whether he’s all put together in a suit or naked, it doesn’t matter. I hear him whimper as he presses his head to my crotch, not doing anything but making it evident what he wants. I can’t resist a smile at his need, the consequence of his training has me grabbing his hair roughly and pulling it back so he can meet my eyes.

  “Are you asking for permission?” I question, watching his eyes darken. I love seeing his chest rise and fall as his breathing becomes shallow. The submission he shows me makes me handle him a little rougher, pulling him back by his hair until he cries out.

  “Beg,” I demand as I watch his eyes water from the tight grip I have.

  “Please, Master. Please, Padrone. May I suck your cock?” I love the neediness in his voice, like he actually wants to do it for himself instead of simply to please me. I know not to get too attached to any of my boys, but he tempts me. All of my boys are special or they wouldn’t be my boys. Luca and now Emilio have something unique, something that calls to me on a deeper level I didn’t know exists. He’s nineteen years younger than me, but there’s the same spark in him that I feel, the quest for more. Even if he’s doing it on his knees, that doesn’t change anything.

  “Go ahead,” I respond fiercely, letting his hair go. Zia will have to understand my tardiness. I just won’t tell her it’s because her nephew needed to get his dick sucked.

  I take a gulp of air and spread my legs further. My boy already has my pants and boxers off, and is gulping at my cock like it’s his favorite treat, and it’s taking everything to stop my orgasm. He must be able to tell I want this to last because he pulls off and takes one of my balls in his mouth while still stroking my dick lightly. My entire body shudders at the sensations he’s pulling out of me. He may have been a complete novice in the beginning, but fuck if he hasn’t learned. I groan when he uses his hands to brace against my legs and starts choking himself on my dick. He’s going faster than he can handle, eliciting a gagging sound every time he goes too deep too fast, and it pushes my lust higher and higher. As soon as his hand comes back up to cup my balls, I’m done. I can’t hold back anymore. My toes curl in my dark, shined dress shoes as I let go and shoot cum down his throat. I don’t even have to hold him close to make sure he swallows it all. He keeps on my dick until I pet his hair and slide out from his mouth.

  The way he looks up at me, so debauched, with his lips swollen, eyes glistening and flushed red all over makes me want to fully make a mess of him. We’re running late, and as much as I want to keep him next to me looking like that, I doubt my aunt would allow him anywhere inside her grand room. Still, I can’t resist running my thumb across those lips before I back away and put myself to rights.

  “Go straighten your hair,” I command and watch his shoulders slump. He doesn’t even attempt to touch the bulge in his pants. Instead, he turns away and goes into the bathroom. It doesn’t take long before he shuffles back out. I frown at his head hanging down. I wait for him to come to me before I lift up his chin. He tries to avoid eye contact but the barest pressure on his jaw reminds him he needs to still submit to me. I’m shocked when I see what looks like hurt in his eyes. I’m used to seeing disappointment in one of my boys’ eyes for refusing something, but I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen genuine hurt. I thought perhaps I did earlier, but I dismissed it as impossible. I’m not sure how to process his response.

  “Zia is going to love you,” I say with a smile and watch his eyes light up again. Originally, I was going to reinforce warnings about behaving, but I’m loathe to do that now. I usher him out of his room and to the foyer where Luca is waiting. The rest of the boys are already in position by now.

  “We’re running late, Boss,” Luca says before turning a welcoming smile to Emilio. “Merry Christmas Eve, Lio.”

  I watch Emilio’s face flush as he returns the greeting to Luca. I immediately press my hand to Emilio’s back, and his cheeks darken further. I glance over at Luca who is barely holding laughter in. I can’t help but wonder exactly what is making Emilio blush, whether it’s a reminder of the club from the other night or something else. It hasn’t escaped my attention that my two boys have formed a close friendship. I’m the one who helped arrange it, and I can destroy it if need be. Right now, I’m content to see what happens.

  We don’t talk too much on the way to the Christmas Eve celebration. There’s no way to really prepare Emilio for what will hopefully be his first of many celebrations. Luca and Ignacio have taken charge of trying to make him refined over the last few weeks, but I can tell he’s uncomfortable in his suit. The closer we get to my aunt and uncle’s, the tenser Emilio becomes. Luca cocks an eyebrow at me, and I give him a nod. I don’t have time to babysit Emilio’s emotions.

  “Hey, Lio,” Luca says as he touches my boy’s knee, “I know you must be nervous about tonight, but you have us all there with you. You can always stand by me if you feel uncomfortable.”

  I roll my eyes at the statement. I need Emilio to be strong, not fucking babied like the boys want to do to him, but I let it go for now. We’re almost there, and I need this to be a flawless night. I can, at least, count on Luca to get Emilio out of there if he does act out in any way. I’m putting a great deal of trust in letting him interact with these people, but I need to know what he’ll do. I doubt Emilio realizes this is yet another test, but that’s what his life is now. Tests and games, all at my whim.

  Chapter Eight

  When we arrive at his aunt and uncle’s house, I can’t believe it. I’m not sure why they even call it a house. It’s a fucking mansion. I know Luca told me escorts live and work in a part of the grand building, but according to him, the family side is huge, too. I thought Master’s home would be the most luxurious out there, but this one manages to be even moreso. It’s not like Master’s house with roaming guards, though. I can see there’s still plenty of security, but they’re hidden.

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nbsp; The roof is covered with red tiles, giving it a Mediterranean feel. There are arched windows and balconies dotting the house, and I can imagine that in the daylight it must sparkle. Luca laughs lowly, and I realize it’s because I’m staring in awe, several paces behind them. I see Master glance back at me with a frown, and I hurry to catch up, yet another blush crossing my face. We’re let in by a butler who is as intimidating as the mansion itself. I immediately move closer to Luca, afraid to even walk in this house. I follow Master blindly with Luca by my side. Eventually, we come to an arched door of glass and enter. I look around, shocked to see an older woman hurrying around with what must be caterers and other servants. There are flowers set everywhere, but the smell isn’t overpowering enough to bother my nose. I listen to her give a lecture to the servers about how they should make sure to circle the room. One of them is arguing with her, and I can hear Master’s low growl in response. I try to ignore it and hide myself a little further behind him.

  I worry about getting myself lost in this massive room. I can’t imagine what a server must deal with, especially once people start arriving. Looking overhead, I can see large glass panes that bring in the setting sun, casting a reddish-orange tinge to the room. I imagine by tonight, the stars and moonlight will make this a romantic scene. I kick myself mentally for the thought. I’m Master’s boy, his property, I’m not here for anything else, I think, bitterly. Where there aren’t glass panes, there’s recessed lighting that must ensure nothing detracts from the sky. The mosaic tiles that make up the flooring have been set up to spin out like a spiral, the blue and white making it one hell of a dance floor.