He nods slowly, enthralling me with his yearning gaze. I circle his waist with one arm and rest my hand against his stomach, under his shirt, allowing me the skin-to-skin contact that I crave. His body stills, curious. Perhaps even… aroused.
“Do you know why your Sir wants you to eat?” I ask quietly.
“To be healthy?”
“To be healthy and strong.Forte.Because when I squeeze you, I want your flesh to plump between my fingers. I want your ass bouncing like a ball when I fuck you. And my rope…” I get a little lost in imagining my beautiful boy restrained by my rope. “I want to string you up like a suckling pig and make you beg me to take you, and I must be able to do that without breaking your bones. What do you say to that, princess?”
Breathlessly, he whispers, “Sir’s reasons are very compelling.”
I reach for one of the cold eggs. It nearly slips through my fingers, but I cradle it carefully between my digits and offer it to him.
“Mangia, Giovanni.”
He licks his lips delicately and opens his mouth to draw it inside, staring at me the whole time. I let him chew and swallow, then gather up the other. I feed him his toast too, one nibble at a time, and then I make him eat my bacon and the rest of my croissant. It’s more than he’s eaten in months, and I stop there so he won’t get a stomachache.
“Bravo,” I tell him, wiping his mouth with one of Valentin’s fancy linen napkins. “That’s a good boy. Now, for dessert. On your knees,ragazzo.”
His eyes dilate like an exotic bird as he slips gracefully to the floor. I stand and dig under the waistband of my pajama pants to pull out my cock, drawing down the elastic to hook it under my balls. I stroke myself until my dick swells to a magnificent proportion. The heat in my groin flares outward. Pulsing. Ready. My foreskin crawls back behind the dark-hued ridge, the head of it shiny and wet. My crown bulges, my slit drips, and all the while Giovanni stares, entranced.
“What do you think of my cock?”I ask, still standing.
“You have a beautiful dick, Sir.” His hooded eyes track the movements of my hand as I slowly jerk myself.
“Am I worthy of your worship?”
He glances up, perhaps to see if my feelings are hurt. They are, but only a little.
“Yes, Sir. You are worthy.”
“Have you missed having this beautiful beast inside your mouth?” With my thumb, I swirl my slick around the crown to further tempt him. He nods, looking hungry. “What have you missed, Giovanni?”
“Choking on your dick, Sir.”
“And?”
“Drowning in your cum.” His breath hitches, and he says in a rush of passion, “I’ve missed being used by you whenever you desire. I’ve missed being put on my hands and knees as it pleases you. I’ve missed your kissy noises too.”
I make the kissy noise now and he looks a little light-headed. Valentin wasn’t the only one who trained him.
“May I?” he asks, licking his petal pink lips, so eager to take it. “Please, Sir?”
“May you what, princess?” I like it when he talks dirty. And I want him to get used to asking for things. Valentin may have been a mind reader, but I am not.
“May I suck your cock, Sir? May I take it so deep in my throat that I gag on it? Will you please punish me with your every bruising thrust?”
“You beg so beautifully, sweetheart. Should I fill that pretty mouth of yours now?”
“Yes, Sir. Green.”
I smile. “Green is my favorite color.”
I sit down and grab the back of his head to drag him closer to me, so that he’s a little off-balance. I rub his face in my groin, smearing my scent all over him and leaving trails of slick all over his delicate features. With his eyes closed and his mouth open, he roots blindly, trying to make contact.
“I’ve missed this,” I say as I pull him back by his hair and stroke myself just out of reach. “I think it’s time we add this back into our schedule, yes?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Prendimi in bocca,” I say as I stretch his pretty pink lips wide open with my swollen prick and sink into his warm, silken mouth. “Take it all, princess. I know you can.Assaporami.”Savor me.
