I hold him closer to me, my digits exercising his ass so thoroughly I fear my fingers may cramp. Giovanni becomes non-verbal, thrashing and moaning in my arms, sweating and shivering on rotation. It’s a fever for the both of us, and I love the noises he makes, so uninhibited and raw. A hungry little bottom boy.Mybottom boy. Though I’d never admit it to anyone, there are benefits to me being his first Dom—it’s easier for him to adapt to my exacting instruction and there are fewer bad habits to break.
“Can you feel it building?” I whisper.
He nods. “Yes.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Please, Sir.Please.”
When at last he’s had enough and my own lust for his torment is properly sated, I accelerate my pace so that my fingers drive deep into him with purpose. He groans and chases the movement, his entire body rocking into it. I grab his dick and stroke only a few times before he spurts like a fountain. His semen arcs upward in long plumes of white, splashing his legs, the chaise, and the carpet. There is so much of it, especially considering he’s come twice already today. I give him a few beats to come back to himself, then order him to his knees so I can jerk off on his face. He slides down to the floor and turns toward me.
“Open your mouth and close your eyes,” I tell him. I work my cock furiously, until my hand blurs from the motion. It looks obscene, red to the point of rage and throbbing from the glut of blood. I squeeze my nuts roughly and aim my release at my boy, decorating his face and chest with long sticky strings of spunk. I give a few huffs of sexual relief, still holding my cock until it softens completely, then grab for the Polaroid camera already at my side. “Open your eyes.”
Baby boy’s first facial, I think to myself as he stares up at me in a dazed delirium. My cum clings like webbing to his eyelashes and lips. The face of an angel desecrated by the lusts of a devil, he is a masterpiece of my own making.
6
My friends are persistent—Simeon being the worst—and I can only hold them off for so long before their phone calls become incessant. Not only that but texts and emails and even an invitation to a threesome by Johann and Rupert which I believe was in jest, but then again, maybe not. Keller’s informed them that I have a new sub, and they all want to meet him.
“I’ve invited a guest to join us for brunch this morning, so I’ll need you to set out a third plate and prepare an additional portion.” I say this to Giovanni while he’s still on his knees in front of me, having just completed one of his morning rituals. As my semen is still working its way down his esophagus, I give him a moment to reorient himself to the news.
“A guest?” He stares up at me with confusion. We typically go over the schedule for the day over breakfast, as that’s all he’s currently able to manage.
“Yes, my dear friend Simeon. He wants to meet you.”
“Me? But why?” he asks, and I attribute sex-brain as the reason for his stupor.
“He’s curious to know where I’ve been spending my time. I’d like you to meet all my friends eventually.”
“Is he also a Dominant? Like Keller?”
“For the most part, yes.”
“Do you have any friends who are subs?”
“Rupert, who belongs to Johann. I introduced them to each other, in fact. As you’re exposed to more people in the lifestyle, perhaps you can make some friends who are subs. It’s good to have others you can compare notes with and ask questions.”
Judging from his expression, he doesn’t like that idea at all.
“What have you told him about me?” Giovanni asks, immediately suspicious. We’ll have to work on that too.
“I told him you were sent here from Milano by my brother. That you’re still in training. And we’re taking things slow.”
“Too slow?”
His anxiety must be spiking if he’s questioning everything I say. “We’re going at the pace I’ve established, and as your Dom, that’s my decision to make. Would you like me to delay this introduction?”
He takes a moment to consider it. “No, Sir.”
“Very well. As for this morning, I want you to wear something casual but nice. I want your hair styled and your teeth brushed and flossed. Simeon has no dietary restrictions, so you may prepare the same foods for him as you would for me. While we are dining, you will speak only when spoken to.” He visibly relaxes at that. “You will do exactly as I tell you with minimal backtalk. I expect you to be on your best behavior.” I pause there but it seems he has no more questions. “Now, go get ready. He’ll be here in an hour.”
“You must be Giovanni,”Simeon says after I’ve welcomed him into the penthouse. I nod at my security stationed outside and close the door behind him. Giovanni remains standing at the kitchen island where he’s been preparing brunch. “Aren’t you lovely?” Simeon continues. “And so very young. I can certainly see why Valentin is enamored.”
Giovanni stares at him, his face oddly blank and expressionless.
“Does he speak English?” Simeon says to me.
“White or whole wheat?” Giovanni asks with no inflection whatsoever.
