Mal and I get seated in my box, and a server hurries to bring us our drinks.
There are a few different levels in this space. The nicer boxes are up top, the VIP boxes are in the middle, and the rest all crowd around the ring on the main level.
The voice of Marcus, our MC, booms out of the speakers as they get the stage ready for the next match.
“Soon, my good people, the match you’re all waiting for will take place. Ghost versus Tag. Tag has quite the reputation for brutality, beating his opponents down quickly, no cat-and-mouse games with him.” I laugh. He’s the best psycho I’ve ever had. Give him a man to torture and there’ll be nothing left but answers. “Can the agile Ghost beat the human wrecking ball Tag? Place your bets now and get ready for the fight of the century!” The crowd goes wild and runs to the betting boxes.
Mal chuckles. “Always the showman.”
I nod and look around the space. There are people everywhere. Some are cheering the fight, some are talking, and in my boxes, some people are being serviced by my boys and girls. I watch for a moment as a gorgeous blond named Dirk sucks off the mayor in the full box next to mine. Thomas was always an attention whore.
When he sees me watching, he nods and pushes Dirk down his dick farther. Dirk goes willingly. It’s hot, but I don’t want to see Thomas’s O face.
So I pull up the Lactin Brotherhood website and open the “Are you a Daddy?” article. As I read over the words again, the women I originally pictured in my head all turn into a brunet with bright green eyes and a slim build.
Rory needs someone to take care of him?—
I’m a feared and respected mob boss. I’m not a caregiver.
“What did you mean by Little?” I blurt.
“Huh?” Mal’s distracted by the fight in the ring.
“Earlier when you said I needed a Little, what did you mean?”
“Yeah, well, it’s a lifestyle where the dom is the Daddy and the sub is the Little. The Little might like to play with toys, get baths, have bottles, and sometimes even suckle.”
My eyes widen, and Mal just grins. The thought of Rory feeding from me has my dick leaking against my silk briefs.
“And take care of any other needs the Little might have.”
“What kind of needs?” I ask, and Mal just slaps me on the back while he laughs.
“God, you are so vanilla. I’ll send you a link.”
What the fuck is he talking about? I’m not vanilla. I’ve had public sex, played with restraints, and light impact play. I’m just about to remind him about the threesome he walked in on when Marcus’s voice comes back over the system.
“Alright, folks! Get ready for one hell of a fight.” The crowd goes wild, so I focus my attention on the fight, but my mind is elsewhere. Specifically on Rory’s plump lips wrapped around my nipple while his pretty green eyes look up at me.
6
RORY
I groan and turn off my phone.
It’s been ringing and buzzing nonstop since the press got a hold of Tanner’s story. It didn’t take long before the details of the ordeal were leaked.
I wonder why it didn’t get picked up before.
Probably because no one cares about some little twink getting attacked.
Hell, they probably think I did ask for it.
“It’s not fair,” I huff.
“Sorry, pixie. Everyone wants a piece of the story now.”
“Yeah, some rich boy gets beat to hell in retaliation and everyone shows a huge outpouring of support. Why don’t they support me?” I finish softly.
