“You’ve been here before.” Of course, his grandfather must have brought him to work on occasion.
“A few times. I used to play with my cars under his desk during meetings. Or read by the window. It looks just the same.” He glances back at the worn leather furniture somewhat wistfully.
“This could be yours,” I tell him. I’ve only ever considered my position as temporary, a regent to a young monarch. The cancer took Matthew Sr. so quickly. He lived long enough to liquidate his assets for Giovanni’s inheritance and put me in charge of the business, but it was always with the assumption that his grandson would one day take over. That was my understanding, at least.
“Respectfully, Sir, I don’t want it. I’ve never wanted it.” He lifts my hand and rubs his thumb over my ring, a gold signet with the letter “A” that designates me as the head of the family. “You wear it well.”
For now,I wish to tell him. I’m no longer a young man, and I can’t do this forever, but to speak of the future might trigger him, so instead I gesture to the couches. “Have a seat. My first appointment is in ten minutes.”
Giovanni is not paying attention,not even trying to fake any kind of interest or enthusiasm. He gazes out the window at the goings on of the people in their apartments across the street, peering into their lives when he should be paying attention to what’s happening right in front of him. Even when I tell him to take notes, he only doodles on the legal pad before going back to daydreaming.
“Well?” I ask him when my back-to-back meetings have concluded. I’ve met with a city council-member regarding a thorny zoning issue, one of my property lawyers to go over an ongoing lawsuit with a negligent contractor, and my chief financial officer to discuss our quarterly earnings. We have an hour break for lunch and I’m deliberating about sending Rico to fetch us something from the Greek restaurant down the street.
“Can I suck your cock now, Sir?”
I bristle at that. “No, you may not suck my cock, young man. Have you learned anything at all from our morning together?”
“Only that running the family business is boring. I thought there’d be more action. Death threats and vendettas at the very least.”
That sort of thing is handled elsewhere. And he’s being flippant.
“You’re making a mockery of what I do and you’re disrespecting your grandfather’s memory.”
He sighs, looking entirely unrepentant. “I like art, philosophy, and music. I’m terrible at math and numbers. I have no idea the cost of things or how to make deals. I don’t enjoy intimidating people or managing them. In fact, I don’t like people at all. I have a very specific skill set.”
I cross my arms over my chest and lean back in my chair. “Yeah, and what’s that?” He opens his mouth and licks his lips lewdly. I shake my head. “Sucking dick will only get you so far.”
“Depends on the dick.”
I smile because he’s such a fucking brat sometimes. He drops down to his knees and crawls over to where I sit behind my desk. I should fight him but he’s so goddamned irresistible.
“I have an idea,” he says, reaching for my pants to undo my belt buckle. And I let him.
“What’s that, gorgeous?” I ask as I thread my fingers through his silken hair.
“How aboutyourun the family business and I make sure your cock is well taken care of? Serviced daily, as needed.” He blinks innocently and pulls out my dick, stroking me to full arousal with one hand. I bat it away.
“Use your mouth.”
He licks his lips and dives in with enthusiasm. I grab the back of his head and push him down farther, gagging him on it. Then I shift to the edge of my comfy leather chair and fuck his face until he’s choking on my cum. Even still, I grip him to me, only allowing him to breathe when he must. Even as his face turns red and the veins in his temple begin to throb, he stares up at me, waiting patiently for me to release him. I yank him back by his hair roughly and he sucks in a lungful of air. “Is this really what you want?” I demand. I’m somehow bitter that I’ve transformed him into the perfect submissive.
He nods, a dazed smile on his wet, velvet lips. “This is all that I want, Sir. To be your boy. To be your slave.”
Slave.It’s the first time he’s used that word. I’m very careful to avoid it as well. There’s a knock on the door. Rico pops his head in, sees what’s taking place, and excuses himself immediately.
“What am I going to do with you, Giovanni?” I ask as I tuck myself away and buckle up.
He glances toward the door. “You’re going to order lunch, something healthy for us both. And after, I’m going to sit under your desk and suck you off between meetings. And later you can tell me what a good boy I am.”
I sigh, defeated yet again. “Maledizione,Giovanni. You’re a real piece of work, you know that? This is not how I planned for this day to go.”
He smiles shamelessly. “But, Sir, my plan is better.”
If the daytimeoperations are too boring for Giovanni, then I’ll take him to the nightclub. This time it’s less about teaching him the business and more about showing him the dark side of what I do and what his grandfather did, the aspects of the Aponte family he’s been shielded from his whole life.
“Are you trying to scare me?” he asks while we idle at the curb of the Red Room’s back entrance. It opens to the public in an hour. My security is conducting a sweep in preparation for my arrival.
“Maybe,” I tell him honestly.
