Page 33 of Destruction

Turning back to Emilio, I tell him, “We have an audience. Why don’t we put on a good show for them?”

I begin fucking him again, tightening the belt and cutting off his air supply. I’m usually on the other side of such play, but Tennant has taught me a lot over the years. I’m not worried about harming him, even if I can hear some type of commotionbehind me—I’m assuming one of the Martellis is objecting to such play.

I fuck into him, short and brutal thrusts that push him into the couch. The only thing holding him up now is the belt-leash. Relaxing my hold on the leather, I let him suck in some much-needed air as I swivel my hips and find the perfect angle to brush against his prostate. He pulls at the couch cushions, and I moan as his ass tightens.

Pulling away until I’m almost all the way out of him, I relish in his whine of displeasure. “You’re not coming today,” I tell him, tightening the belt once more. “You need to learn to not be a disrespectful shit.”

With that, I cut off his air supply and fuck him until I’m on the brink of orgasm. It doesn’t take long, just knowing I’m being watched by so many people has my balls tightening and my spine tingling with pleasure. I’m not an exhibitionist, but I like them knowing I can and will put someone in their place if they deserve it.

A few more thrusts before I pull out, release the belt completely after loosening it, and grip my cock, fisting it hard and fast until I come all over Emilio’s bloodied ass, leaving my final mark.

I take a moment to catch my breath before I remove the belt from around his throat, running my fingers along his skin in a quick check to make sure I didn’t damage him. Over my shoulder I say, “Call Doc.”

“Already did, Tesoro; he should be here any second.”

With a nod of acknowledgement to Tennant, I help Emilio stretch out on the floor. It's not the most comfortable place, but even though there’s some blood on the couch already, I’d rather not get glared at while walking through the halls by the maids because I made more of a mess than they would have preferred.

“Are you okay, Cucciolo?”

Emilio sucks in a breath but nods, even as his glassy eyes open and close slowly. “Just…fine…” he says in a wrecked, fucked out voice.

Leaning down, I kiss the corner of his mouth. “Good. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

He hums and closes his eyes, though I can tell by his ragged breathing that he’s not asleep yet.

Looking away from my charge for a moment, I make sure I have the attention of all three of my lovers and sign, “We’ll talk later.”

They all nod, different expressions on their faces, but nothing that makes me think I fucked things up irreparably with them. And that’s all that matters. Any issues we have can be fixed with time, conversation, and possibly a few orgasms. If I ever thought otherwise, I never would have fucked my cucciolo.

Lio adjusts himself, trying to find a way to be comfortable in the limo. Considering the stitches the Amato Doc had to use, I’m unsurprised he’s feeling it—especially since he refused pain medication. He didn’t want to be in a daze in case anything happened. While I’d find that admirable, I’m the one who had to listen—through the door—to him arguing with Doc.

From what Roman sulkily told me, Lio is lucky he won that round. Dr. Ranlen may have an acerbic tongue, but I’d rather deal with her than Doc’s less than welcoming bedside manner. And for fuck’s sake, may they never meet.

At least I was able to overhear Lio and Doc talking about safety. It was a relief to hear that the Amatos take safety seriously, with the blood play and sex they all engage in. I may not always agree with Il Padrone’s policies, but I respect his viewon testing, making sure his Boys are safe, including being on PrEP.

“Fuck,” Lio hisses as his back is jostled. “Fucking hell, this is going to suck.”

I don’t say a word. I want to point out that it’s his own fault, but at the same time, I do understand. My Marcus is the same way. He needs a level of control to keep his sanity. None of us are able to give that to Lio. If Hollis can do it… I suppose, Il Padrone can just kill Hollis afterwards, to make things more simple. Although, from what I’ve heard, Il Padrone lets others control Lio when he’s unavailable—likely to encourage as much sanity as Lio possesses.

Instead of addressing that, I pull his attention to another major issue. “What are you going to do about Benjamin? And, I’d like to point out, Ignacio?”

Growling, he runs his fingers through his hair, wincing as it pulls at his stitches. “Fuck. I don’t even want to think about Ignacio’s reaction. Tennant insisted on Benjamin staying there and, while I’m not happy, I understand his point. Benjamin hasn't received any training yet to be a Second. If he’s going to be effective, he needs it, and fuck knows I don’t have time to do it. And regardless of the fact Luca trained me, there’s no way in hell I’m letting him teach Benjamin. When Luca was my teacher, it was under Il Padrone’s careful watch.”

“Well, we can at least say Benjamin agreed. Preferably without telling them that was after he threw a fit about your…treatment.” Lio snorts, shaking his head. “Yeah, I know. You got what you needed, and finally convinced Benjamin of that. It was still a tad shocking to your best friend. The Amatos prefer blood play far more than we do.”

“Eh. True. Had it not included blood play, he wouldn’t have batted an eye. It felt good to release that tension, though. And now we have a stronger tie to the Amatos.”

I struggle to hold back words to that. I will never understand how the Martellis treat sex. Marcus doesn’t bat an eye at their orgies, insisting it’s a way they connect. To tie their personal relationships together. Whatever. If this does strengthen the alliance, I’m all for it, I guess. I’m just not looking forward to explaining to Ignacio why the fuck we left Benjamin there.

“Are you going to have someone step in while Benjamin’s training?” I ask, tightening my hand into a fist as I worry that he’ll choose Luca.

Rolling his head around, he stares out the window of the limo. He’s quiet as we pass the scenery. Finally, he sighs. “I’ll need to, unfortunately. It’ll be short-term. I have faith Tennant will get Benjamin to an acceptable level shortly. We can figure something out after that. I…I’m worried about it.”

Humming, I acknowledge the stress of the position. “Who are you thinking about?”

“There’s Luca. He trained me. He’s already been a Second. Problem is, I don’t trust him. I also feel like he’d try to take over, and he’s already pissed the Amatos off. Really, I’d feel better if he was back doing what Master ordered him to do, instead of being here. Master will not be happy that he disregarded orders, but that’s not my problem.

“Ignacio, I think, will be too busy being worried about Benjamin. Marcus needs to stay concentrated on strategy, and both of you need to be there for Cole as well, or I’d choose you. I think it has to be Antonio. He fits well. He’s referred to as Ghost for a reason, and I could use that. The twins can take over his job momentarily. What is your opinion?”

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