Pulling him down onto my cock once more, I hold him there as I come, painting his insides with every drop I have.
Antonio moans and shivers, and I know, if I were to pull out and tell him to dress, he would. Despite what I told him, he would follow my directions because that’s what a good Boy like him does, but I keep my promises. So, as my cock begins to soften, I lift him up, ignoring his whine.
Moving him around like a ragdoll, I sit him back on the desk, spread his legs, and shove my fingers into his ass so he doesn’t lose any of my cum. Then I descend on his cock.
“Daddy!” His hands grip my hair painfully tight, but I don’t mind. I enjoy the sting of pain as I fingerfuck his ass while deepthroating him, tasting pre-cum in the back of my throat.
Lifting off him, I meet his glazed eyes. “Come for me, Sweetheart.” Sucking him back down, I moan, letting the sound vibrate down his dick, and it's his undoing. As his cock hardens further, it throbs, and I lift off enough so his cum pools in my mouth, savoring the taste of him before swallowing.
I lick his cock clean, before standing and lifting his face to mine. The kiss we share is soft, sweet, nothing like the hard fucking, but perfect all the same.
Tilting his head back, I expose his throat, studying the mark there, before I lean down to kiss it gently.
Once done, I sit back in the chair, dragging him off the desk and into my lap, letting him curl into me.
“You okay, Sweetheart?”
He nods. “Yes, Daddy.” I feel him shift and pull back enough to look into his eyes. “I didn’t come in here for this,” he says. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I know it’s been rough on you. Lio and Roman are barely getting back to work—Roman is still on suicide watch, even though Lio’s restrictions were eased.
“I know Hollis and Ten are being pulled in a million different directions, and you took on the brunt of the Council work when Cole was missing and Keegan and Carter were focused on him and Marcus.
“I…I need you to be okay, Jude. You are…you’re every star in the sky for me. You’re my home, my safe place, and I want to take care of you.”
“You do, Sweetheart.” Brushing his hair from his forehead, I gently trace the edges of his healing skin. The degrading word that was carved into his skin is fading day by day thanks to his plastic surgery. Soon, only a faint scar and the memory of it will remain.
“You and the Stars are the brightest points in my life. I…I love you. Even when I’m not always sure what that means, because feelings…emotions are as hard for me as they are for Tennant. But I know when I’m with you, I will do anything and everything to make you mine.”
He grins. “I feel the same. I know it’s love because you make my breath catch and my stomach flutter in ways I never expected. Falling for the twins was easy. They’re the other part of my heart. You? You’re my moon and my stars, my night andday, and you're the only one who has ever seen me and accepted everything I am—even when I’m a mouthy brat.”
I laugh a little. “I love it when you’re bratty. It means I can punish you.”
He trembles. “You’re very good at punishments, Daddy.”
“Why thank you.”
I kiss him lightly. “No matter what, Antonio, whatever this Family ends up looking like in the future, whatever you decide about your official job title…we’ll always have this. You, me, Nario, and Nicolo? We’re a sure thing.”
“Roman, Hollis, and Tennant too?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes. I’m not giving any of you up. Is that okay?”
He chews his lip. “Sometimes it’s hard. Jealousy has always been something I’ve struggled with when it comes to the other Boys. I hated when they got attention from Il Padrone and I didn’t, but…I know with you it's different. You’ve made it clear I’m always welcome, and have never used my affection and need for praise and reassurance as a weapon.”
“Never. I may like playing with you, and can be a little sadistic sometimes, but I will never use it against you, Bello.”
His eyes widen. “Alittlesadistic? Daddy, you’re the best at playing games with your brat.”
I laugh. “I’m glad you think so. I try my best to meet you on your level, and keep you on your toes.”
“You do, Daddy, I promise.” He stares at me intently before asking, “Can you please try to forgive Sandro? I…I know I have no right to ask, but…he’s my friend. He saved me from a life full of pain, and I will forever be grateful for him. He gave me the life I have now. I’m not asking you to understand it, but…for me, can you try?”
I sigh, brushing my thumb across his bottom lip. He darts his tongue out, tasting my skin, and I hold it there while I study him. “He abused the power he had over all of you. I know he neverhurt you physically, and at the time, you had willingly given him your trust, and handed over your body, but…the games he played, the trust he broke in everyone…it’s hard for me to reconcile it all.”
“I love him, Daddy. He’ll always be the man who saved me, who taught me how to embrace what I’m good at. He's the man who loved us, even if he had a shitty way of showing it. It’s hard to explain without you living it yourself, but…I still trust him. I don’t want him, not in that way, but for Lio’s sake, and for his own, I want to see him thrive again.”
Sighing again, I lean in and kiss him, moving my hand to the back of his head and gripping his hair tightly. He moans and I grin against his lips.
Pulling back, I meet his eyes. “It’s not just Lio and you who want him to find his place amongst us once again. Tennant has…taken an interest in his well-being.” Antonio lights up, the promise of gossip too much for my Boy to ignore. I give him a look. “I don’t know the details. I haven’t had a deep conversation with Tennant about it, but…Hollis let us know that Sandro is now off-limits and under Tennant’s protection. And…I trust Ten with not only my life, but yours and the Boys as well, so…I make no promises, but I’ll give him a chance.