He has no idea the temperament of my other subs because I haven’t told him any details.
“You’re cruising,” I warn.
“That’s not really a threat,” he says with a smirk. “I like it when you bruise me, Sir.”
“We have dinner reservations, Giovanni,” I protest, but only a little. He knows how to push all my buttons.
“I’ll make it worth your time, I promise.”
I sigh as if it’s a terrible burden and unknot my silk tie. This kid gets whatever he wants.
We’re takinga long lunch—two hours and counting—which is about how long it takes for the five of us to catch up after my extended absence. We’re on our third round of drinks when the conversation turns purposefully in my direction.
“Valentin’s got a new boy,” Keller says, and I sit up a bit straighter.
“I’ve met him too,” Simeon says, lest Keller believe he has an advantage. “He made quite an impression.”
“He’ll be appropriately contrite next time you see him,” I assure Simeon.
“Was he rude?” Keller asks as if it’s out of the realm of possibility.
“Just a smidge.” Simeon pinches his thumb and forefinger together.
“Well, I haven’t met him,” Anders says, looking offended.
“Nor have I,” Johann echoes, “but I don’t get out as much as I used to.”
Johann’s an architect in a committed relationship with Rupert, my interior designer who helped me remodel a few of my businesses as well as my penthouse after I purchased it a while back. Anders works in finance and has advised me on some of my investments. Simeon is a real estate broker whose agency has handled the purchase and sale of several of my commercial properties over the years. Because so much of my life has been devoted to the Aponte family, most of my friends have come to me through professional avenues. With the exception of Rupert, who is submissive, all of them are homosexual or bisexual Dominants, though Simeon sometimes switches. And even though Keller enjoys spanking a boy on occasion, none of them are sadists.
“It’s still new,” I tell him.
“It’s been months,” Keller argues. “I told him he’s being selfish.”
“This one isn’t for sharing,” I inform them, in case I haven’t already made it crystal clear.
“Valentin,” Anders protests. “All for one and one for all.”
“Not this time.” I hold up my stack of pictures. “Here. This is all you’re getting from me.”
They pass around the photographs, taking their time with each one.
“Wow,” Keller says, getting what Giovanni calls his “money shot” right out of the gates.
“His idea,” I tell him and smirk at the gymnastics it took to capture that particular moment. I burned through an entire cartridge of film.
“Valentin, are you blushing?” Anders asks with a teasing grin.
“I don’t know. He’s just so…” I shake my head, laughing at my own bashfulness. “There’s really no way to describe him.”
“I’ll just…” Keller makes like he’s tucking the picture into his pocket, and I level him with a stare.
“These are very nice,” Johann says, perusing the underwear shots. “He’s quite handsome. A model?”
“No.”
“A student?” Anders asks.
“He was enrolled at a university, but he’s taking some time off from school. He has quite a bit of sexual trauma in his past and very strict limits that must be respected.”
