Sharing my space after almost two decades of solitary living wasn’t as hard as I’d imagined. Within weeks, I had the second walk-in closet opened and dusted for Basil to fill with his things. And he was so grateful, not just for my making space for him, but for every scrap of love and attention I gave him. The boy was touch-starved and had been largely mistreated for his whole life, though he never complained. His awe at simple acts of care told me everything.
Angie was happy for me, but still wary of my dating a man half my age. So long as she was polite and not hostile, that was all I asked. I knew she would come around, because I planned to have Basil in my life for the long haul.
My Beppino was accepting from the moment they met, and I’d taken to calling them ‘the boys’ in my head. Mostly because Basil said it was weird when I said it out loud, but it was so much shorter thanmio ragazzo e Beppino. They liked to go shopping together and I was pretty sure my son taught Basil how to better prepare for anal, something I decided not to ask about.
“Logic can be really hard until you think of it like a math equation,” Basil was explaining to my children as we walked them out after dinner together.
Sunday nights had become a family affair, with my children and sometimes Basil’s cousins stopping by, though only the twins plus Santo and Josefino had been there that evening. Basil was coming out of his shell little by little.
“Like a pythagorean's theorem?” Beppino asked, collecting his backpack from the entryway closet. Basil had helped them with studying, since they had finals coming up.
“Da, especially with Boolean logical operations,” Basil continued while I hugged Angie and she side-eyed him, pretending she wasn’t listening for advice as well. “If a and b are true, and c is false, solve for d. The rest is just memorizing vocabulary.”
“Sounds like a fallacy of oversimplification,” Angie drawled sarcastically. I poked her in the middle of the back to be nice. She narrowed her eyes at me before looking back at Basil, “But thanks for the tips.”
“No problem,” Basil smiled, knowing she was the toughest nut to crack, but also longing for her approval. “Berkeley may do it differently than SFU, but I was the TA for my logic professor junior year. With so many tutoring sessions and papers to grade, I’m sure most of it stuck.”
We all blinked at him for a moment before I sent my kids off with hugs and cheek kisses, the boys promising to go out for coffee together before the test. I closed the door behind them and eyed Basil.
“You’ve been helping them all semester and never mentioned you were a TA in Logic,” I raised a brow, lowering my voice to a seductive growl. “What else are you hiding?”
Basil caught my tone and started back toward the stairs. “Nothing, Daddy,” his tone was mock-innocent. “You know me inside and out.”
“What a little liar.” I stalked forward, matching him step for step, unable to keep the predatory smirk off my face. “You’d better run,ragazzo.”
Basil took off like a bullet up the stairs, always a little faster than me. I liked to swim and punch a bag for exercise, but my boy was a runner. He rounded the top and disappeared, giggling as he pushed the door to our room open. I caught sight of one bare foot disappearing into his closet and decided to change course. I would pin him down and fuck him later, after our night out. Also, I liked making him wait. I chuckled to myself as I entered my own closet.
He had more clothes than me, so I’d turned one section of my side into the kink cabinet. I pulled out what I needed and laid them on the open shelf.
“Get dressed in the clothes I laid out for you,amorino,” I called out to him. There was a thin wall between the two spaces, and both doors were open so I could hear him gasp at what I’d picked.
“Yes, Daddy,” Basil replied, a little breathless.
Switching from a pullover sweater and jeans to a dark suit and crisp button up, I secured my cufflinks before emerging. The sight in front of me had me drawing in a quick breath. He looked even better than I imagined.
Basil was kneeling on the bed and biting his lower lip, the collar we used for scenes on the blanket between his legs, but that wasn’t what had me speechless. His caged dick was under a thin layer of black lingerie with the fabric stretched over the metal that peeked through and caught the light. The lacy jock was strappy and attached to a criss-crossing pattern that wrapped around his thighs, hips, and stomach, going around his nipples and revealing more skin than it covered.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” Basil asked, insecurity in his tone letting me know I’d been silent too long.
“I love it,mio ragazzo.” I crossed the few steps toward him until I could kiss his lips. “You’re stunning.”
“It was a bitch to put on,” Basil complained, then caught my raised brow. “I mean, thank you for the outfit, Daddy.”
“Better.” I kissed his cheek and lifted the collar to put it in place. Basil had recently shared an errant thought about how hot a masculineInstagrammerwas in lingerie. I saw it as a fantasy to fulfill and had started researching that day. “I wanted something special for tonight.”
We finished getting ready, with Basil only allowed to wear a jacket and sandals. I liked him in as little clothing as possible, and the club was no exception. The lingerie that allowed access to his holes was new, but so very sexy. I made a note to order more in different colors.
X Club was letting me have a private party, with only friends and club leaders invited. The X Club owners, Q, A, Shepherd, and Ash, along with their partners, had been happy to join and help me set the night up. We’d gotten closer to them after Basil grew more comfortable being there at the same time as Felix and Maksim. We had an agreement not to fuck our partners in front of one another, for the sake of being able to do a scene without worrying Basil’s cousin slash boss was watching, and vice versa. Tonight was an exception.
“Kneel,ragazzo,” I commanded, standing center stage with an audience of about a dozen people around us. “Do you accept my day collar, and promise never to remove it without permission?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Basil smiled up at me beatifically, nothing but love and joy in his gaze. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,mio ragazzo.”
Bending with the platinum chain, I secured it below the play collar and put the sapphire encrusted lock in place. To anyone else not in the know, he had a pretty piece of jewelry that straddled the line of what society called feminine and masculine. I hadn’t let Basil see it, though he’d caught me looking them up and let me know what he liked. He hated diamonds and yellow gold, and I’d wanted blue stones to match his eyes.
We kissed until I could tell he was on edge. I pulled a leash out of one pocket to clip onto his leather collar, leading him on hands and knees to the spanking bench. “Face up,” I instructed, watching him follow my orders before strapping him down.
