Later in the day,we visit the sauna. I fold a towel and lay it on the floor so that he may kneel at my feet, as he’s been doing all day and will continue until his punishment has concluded. I’m not so strict with protocol, but it’s better for his mental health to be reminded of his place. I’ve removed the nipple clamps, but the rest of the implements remain. Caged, plugged, and with the scent of my semen on his skin, he seems at ease.
“You are being very good,” I praise as I stroke his silky hair. His cheek lies pressed against my inner thigh, gently nuzzling my cock with his nose. The beast is slumbering with one eye open.
“Thank you, Sir. You certainly have a way with me.”
“What way is that?”
“Well, Master was stern and without compromise. He ruled me, body, mind, and soul, and if I misbehaved, the consequences were very unpleasant. But you are more subtle. Iwantto be good for you because I care about your feelings. Iwantto please you.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, and I think you should reward me by letting me suck your cock.” He bats his eyes hopefully, and I shake my head.
“Nice try, sweetheart.”
He grumbles, only a little, and I go back to petting his head. “So, you killed a man?” I say, deciding to take advantage of his mellow mood and the confessional atmosphere.
He nods, peering up at me from underneath his long lashes. “Are you mad?”
“That is one of those details you probably should have told me before.”
“It doesn’t reflect very well on my character.”
“Neither does omitting important information.”
“I didn’t feel as if it was my story to tell.”
“Then how about you tell me now?”
He sits back on his heels and recounts for me the night he killed a mobster and saved my brother’s life, a debt I didn’t know I owed him.
“I would do it again, if anyone threatened your life, Sir.”
“Hopefully, you won’t have to, Gio. I’m afraid I cannot offer you such excitement.”
“I’m glad you’re not a mobster. I worried all the time about Master. If he’d been dead, I would have turned that gun on myself.”
I palm the top of his head. “And splatter these beautiful brains everywhere? What a waste.”
“I’m glad you think so,” he says softly. “My mind is a battlefield most of the time.”
“Do you want to talk about it? Tell your Sir what happened while I was away?”
He sighs, sounding sorrowful and a bit forlorn. “They told me you weren’t coming back.”
“The voices?”
He nods and gazes up at me with big, sad eyes. “They said my demands were too great and you needed an escape, that you were probably off fucking some pretty Grecian boy and forgetting all about me.”
“Hmmm, what does this pretty Grecian boy look like?”
He pinches the inside of my thigh and I laugh.
“Did it offend you, princess, the horrible things these voices were saying about your Sir?”
This idea seems to confound him. “I didn’t really think about it like that.”
“You didn’t think to defend my honor?”
