Page 21 of Mafia King

Nikolai arm settles around Theo’s shoulders. The platinum bracelet sits cool and heavy against his wrist.

A mixture of emotions churns inside Theo…

He cannot quite believe what just happened, or how completely he gave himself over to it.

The residual heat in Theo’s ass and the lingering pulse of his semi-hard cock between his legs feel like proof that some part of him has already crossed a line he did not plan to cross this quickly.

Theo rests his head against his chest and lets the quiet of the empty apartment settle around them both.

At the same time a colder clarity settles in.

Theo is closer now.

Whatever Tracker wants from Nikolai Chekov, he is in position to deliver it…

7

NIKOLAI

This boy.

He’s what I’ve always wanted.

But I don’t know if he understands quite what that means…

Theo lies beside Nikolai on the plain grey couch, the boy’s breathing still uneven from the spanking he received only minutes ago.

Nikolai keeps one arm around his shoulders, but his gaze has already drifted lower. His jeans and briefs remain pushed down around his ankles, leaving the full curve of his ass bare.

Theo’s ass is a deep, satisfying red, the marks of Nikolai’s hand standing out in sharp contrast against the milky white of his upper thighs and the soft underside of each cheek.

Nikolai cannot look away.

The sight stirs something immediate and heavy in him. Nikolai’s fingers leave Theo’s shoulder and travel slowly down the length of his spine, then lower still, tracing the heated edge where red meets pale.

“Boy,” Nikolai says, his voice low. “You’re trouble. You do something to me…”

Nikolai runs his fingertips up and down the outer curve of Theo’s thigh, feeling the residual warmth of the discipline he gave the boy. His cock thickens steadily behind the fabric of his trousers, the ache building with every pass of his hand across his marked skin.

“I want to call you…Daddy,” Theo whispers, his voice quiet but full of intent.

Theo shifts slightly under Nikolai’s touch, a soft sound leaving his throat, but he does not pull away.

Nikolai decides he wants more.

And he wants it right now.

“Daddy isn’t finished,” Nikolai says, his eyes heavy with arousal. “There is more in store for you. Much more.”

Nikolai guides Theo onto his front with quiet insistence, positioning him so that his hips rest against the cushions and his ass is presented to him once again.

The red glow of Theo’s cheeks draws him in. Nikolai leans down and presses his mouth to the heated flesh, tasting the faint salt of his skin and the lingering heat from his palm.

Theo gasps.

“D-D-D-Daddy…” Theo whispers, his breathing heightened once more.

Nikolai works slowly, dragging his tongue across each mark, then lower, parting his thighs just enough to allow access to Theo’s rapidly hardening cock and his tight balls.