“I didn’t say I was an expert.”
“Well, I am. And it is through years of practice and study that I have gotten to the place I am today, so I would appreciate some humility on your part and a little bit of faith that I know what I’m doing.”
“I trust you, Valentin. With my life, my mind, and my body. I just don’t want you to hold back with me. I want it all, whatever you have to give me, I’m ready.”
He’s not wrong in that I have been holding back, but I have good reason. Not only for his protection but for mine too. I don’t wish to suffer the same deep depression that I did with Dimitri should he choose to leave.
“Do you know what I really want, Giovanni?” I ask in a low, gravelly voice.
“What’s that, Sir?” he asks, leaning toward me.
I motion to his food. “I want you to eat your dinner.”
He huffs and turns his attention back to his plate, but he’s achieved his goal. I can think of nothing else.
Later that evening, I make him hold his breath for as long as he’s able while I slowly jerk him off.We’ll see who suffers now.Every time he approaches his climax, I stop stroking until eventually, we begin again. I’m able to keep him like this for hours, suspended in a state of frustrated pleasure until he’s so dizzy and aroused he can barely hold up his head. When he finally comes, he goes so quiet I worry he’s blacked out, but no, he’s just recovering from his first experience with edging.
“You’re a master at this,” he says with a drowsy, sated smile.
“Yes, I am.”
I like that word,master, on his lips.
And then oneevening while we’re fucking, I notice that it takes more than the usual amount of effort to bring him off. He’s riding me on the terrace while I smoke a cigar—my one allowance since I’ve quit smoking. I orgasm first and jerk him off after, but he comes with far less vigor than usual. A trickle when it’s usually a flood.
This gets my wheels turning and before I leave for work the next morning, I speak with Rico in the hallway outside the penthouse. “Do you have eyes on him all day long?”
“Yes, sir. For as long as I’m here, my eyes are glued to him,” Rico says.
“What about when he uses the bathroom?”
“He leaves the door open.”
“When he changes for the pool.”
“I don’t watch him, but I’m there.”
“In the sauna?”
“I’m in there with him then too.”
“What about when he showers in the men’s locker room?”
Rico hesitates. “Well, I don’twatchhim but he’s naked with only a towel and a bar of soap, so how much trouble can he cause?”
“Is he still swimming in the mornings?”
“No, he switched the schedule so that he could swim in the afternoons. Something about the pool being warmer then.”
The pool is in the basement, surrounded by windowless walls on all sides. Sunlight doesn’t reach it, and the water is kept at a constant 80 degrees no matter the time of day.
“Did I do something wrong, Boss?” Rico asks, worried.
“No. But I need you to do something for me. I suspect Giovanni is using his private time in the shower to masturbate, which as you know is against our rules, so I’d like you to see if you can catch him at it without him knowing and report back to me.”
“I’m not sure I should be the one doing that, Boss. Might be kinda weird, don’t you think?”
I consider my next words carefully because I want them to be impactful. “Weird? I don’t care for that word,Rico. It’s judgmental and highly subjective. What you think is weird and what I think is weird are vastly different.”
