Santo sighed, he took one of the sliced strawberries and ate it. “You’ve got more questions. You wanna know how the burger is made of what I do.”
“Kinda. But I—I don’t wanna go to prison, or I don’t want you to go to prison.”
With a smirk, he made my question feel like he’d been asked it a million times before. “Are you going to tell anyone?” he asked, and watched me shake my head. “Good. Then you’ll never end up there. Now, as for Peter, that fucker deserved it for what he did. And yes, there will be times when that happens.You’ll not pull the trigger, but you’ll probably be there. But maybe not as close as you were. I was testing you.”
I knew it, and my entire body turned warm, sticky, and I was suddenly conscious of being naked in the bed now. “Can I get dressed?”
“Eat first,” he said. “Then you’ll shower, and I have a suit for you to wear. I wanna make sure you look pretty.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Because we’re meeting my mom,” he said. “If you wanna see how the burger is made, we’ll take a trip to the house I was raised in.”
I nodded. I didn’t know if I wanted to meet his mom, or anyone’s mom. I didn’t want to even get out of bed for fear my ass would fall right out
After the delicious breakfast he’d prepared, I took a shower, making sure to feel all parts of my body—some aching more than others. Surprisingly, as I rimmed a finger around my ass, I wasn’ttornin two as I feared, but I didn’t know if I’d be able to take him again tonight—and there I was, yesterday, thirsting over wanting to get laid.
Santo prepared a suit for me as well. The bedroom was clean and bright when I came out of the en-suite bathroom in the comfy bathrobe and slippers. The suit was hooked on the back of the door, and behind it a shiny gold sticker on the board. It was under being a good boy. The other columns were still blank, so there was no telling what they could be.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the suit. It was nicer and probably more expensive than anything I owned. I didn’t want to ruin it, so I was spacing out in thought just staring at the navy suit and the crisp white shirt. It was Tom Ford. I was about to cry when a knock came at the door. It was Santo, of course, and the smell of him entered before he did. He was coated incologne, almost like a pheromone, and I suddenly forgot about how sore my ass had been.
“Come on,” he said, already in his smart clothes, and adjusting the sleeves of his white shirt to include fancy cufflinks. “I also got you some cute briefs to wear as a nod to yourlittleside.” He nodded to me, as if trying to make sure he’d done the right thing—and he really had. It was almost a miracle how good he was at being Daddy. “Anyway, get dressed, or bad Daddy will come out, and—” A wicked smile crossed his lips. “I’m not sure I want to ruin youyet.” He winked at me and walked off again.
What exactly would he ruin... but my ass? And even that was now something I wasn’t sure was good to go if he did ask for another round.
The suit fit so well, I cried. It made me feel silly, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, grabbing a tissue to wipe my eyes with. I used some of the pomade and swished it through my hair to give it a little style rather than having it flopping around all pin-straight.
“Mhmm, you look fucking divine.” Daddy’s deep grumbling voice came from behind me. “You left this in Daddy’s room,” he said, showing me my phone. “Looks like you mom has—” I shook my head and he stopped. “Are you ready to go out there and be Isaiah, the assistant to Santo Bianchi?” Walking up behind me, he dropped the phone into my pocket and kissed my neck. “You’re still wearing it.” His hand stroked my right hand then up my arm. “Good boy.”
I felt for it on my wrist, brushing his fingers in the process. We held hands after that for a single moment, like it was the last time we were both going to be this cuddled up and sweet with each other. He had a persona to put on outside, and I knew he was going to be different, but somewhere in my mind I didn’t want that—I wanted him to behim, to be Daddy and cuddle me.
***
In the car, we were quiet. His knee was close to mine, and the comfort was there, but it almost felt like all the times he’d collected me from my apartment—as if we weren’t allowed to touch, but he was doing his best to keep his body attached to mine.
We were headed to the office, which is where he’d told me I could see all about the business and ask any more questions about what he did. He was still adamant that he didn’t get his hands dirty much now, though I didn’t know if I believed him too much. I’d already seen a man die—and I was so glad I’d been turned around for it.
Our hands touched briefly. “No notes when we’re inside,” he whispered. “That stays between us. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, my breath hitching with excitement.
It was the idea I was going to get a real look behind the curtains, and with his want for me to stay, I wondered just how much I’d get to see. This was going to be great for the business degree I’d gone to college for, and even if this job didn’t work out, just seeing how some of the real businesses they owned worked was going to be huge for me.
We walked inside and Camille was there at the reception desk with a big smile. She was polishing her nails on one of the files, then swept away the nail dust from her desk and stood to greet us. I wondered if she really was his cousin, and my question was quickly answered.
“Cousin,” she said to him. “I was wondering when you were showing up today.”
“Why?” he asked with his smug grin that would’ve annoyed me, but now only made my ass tighten and not feel like it had been torn in two by his last night—his TLC had worked wonders, I suppose. “Is there someone waiting for me?” He wasquickly the same Santo again. “You should’ve called. Is it one of my brothers?”
“No, no, no,” she said with laughter. “Relax. I was just on the phone to my auntie Isabella, your mom, and she was just asking if you were around.”
“Right,” he said, glancing back at me and grinning. “If she calls again, tell herwe’recoming over tonight.”
Camille’s eyes flitted between the two of us, my chest tightening in the tailored clothes. I shuffled somewhat behind Santo, hoping to avoid her gaze, but from the smile on her face, she knew this was something Santo did, and I was just one guy in a long line of men who’d been fucked by him. Suddenly, the clench of my hole didn’t feel as tight.
We headed up the elevator to his office where he closed the door and sighed, pulling me into his arms and kissing me on the lips. His hand rolled down the back of my shirt until it was buried beneath my trousers. He squeezed my ass inside my tight briefs and groaned. “Making sure it’s all still here,” he said.
I giggled, out of nervousness. “I’m not sure how to react to any of this,” I said.
