Page 61 of Consequences
“Interesting… Perhaps I should call you Jax Jr.?” I step toward him, too pissed off to care anymore, but when he raises the vibrator remote in front of me and increases its intensityagain, I subside. “You remember how to use a cane, right? I taught you how to do it with Luca. Hopefully, you remember…for Emilio’s sake.”
My hatred for him rolls inside me, and he stares at me knowingly, as if he’s deliberately provoking me. I have no idea what his game is, or why he is trying to push me like this, but fuck if I’ll let him win.
“How many?” I grit out, gripping the cane.
He presses his lips into a tight line, and it’s only then that I remember to loosen my grip. Fuck. I could have really injured Emilio.
“Let’s do sets of ten. I’ll let you know when you’ve had enough.”
I pause at his wording. He’s made it clear that this is on me. Shaking my head, I get into position and start slow. Thank fuck he’s not demanding immediate hard strikes.
The first ten go quickly. I stop and look at Il Padrone, desperately wishing it’s enough—it's not. At his gesture, I grit my teeth and continue. After each set, I pause, begging without words that I’ll be done. Yet, he refuses mercy on me.
Fifty. Fifty-one. Fifty-two. Fifty-three?—
“FUCK!” The curse rips out of Lio so harshly that I immediately drop the cane, backing away.
“Continue, Benjamin.” Il Padrone doesn’t react to the sobbing man hanging there. The man he’s supposed to love.
Shaking my head, anger surrounds me as I yank the cane up and go to hit my friend again. Bringing it back even further, I let it swing, only to have it hit Il Padrone’s palm as he holds his hand out, stopping it before it could hit my friend. He grabs the cane from me and grips my hair tightly.
Immediately, I exclaim, “What the fuck?!”
“You lost control. I taught you how to use a cane properly. That is not how you do it. You want to be the one in charge? Thatmeans you keep your emotions in check. This was your chance to prove you could. And yet, you failed.”
With a look of disgust, he tosses the cane to the floor. I inhale sharply, shame flooding me, as I know he’s right. I was getting sloppy, and I would have hurt my best friend.Fuck!
I blink rapidly, tears continuing to spill over as I stare at Emilio. The sharp lines on his ass, the way he’s twisting as much as possible in the bindings, his desperate sobs and pants. Fuck.
“Kneel. I want you to wait quietly while I take care of your fuck up.”
I hit my knees and fold myself down, shaking from the pain. The thoughts are breaking me. I’m vaguely aware of Il Padrone taking care of Lio. He takes out the massager and wipes him down, before unlocking the bindings and heading toward the shower area. Yet, nothing penetrates. Not really. I’m not sure how I’ll survive the rest of this.
Ignacio is still there, remaining quiet as he awaits his turn. Knowing I have to do this? Fuck. My stomach turns, and I briefly consider whether I’ll throw up. Because this? This is me being Jax. This is the consequence of my disloyalty. And the price…the price is too high.
Fuck.I’m so sorry. So very sorry…
As much as I hate the dog and pony show, I do love the way Daddy looks in a tux. His pale blond hair is neat, with a slight wave to it, and his big, bright blue eyes are striking, complemented by the dark blue of his bowtie. The black of his jacket makes him look paler than he is, and therefore, the freckles across his cheeks stand out more.
All in all, he looks like an angel—one I want to debauch. As if he can read my mind, Daddy raises one blond eyebrow at me, and I give him an innocent smile.
“Do I need to give you a reminder, Baby?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, Daddy. I’m a good boy.” I try for innocence again, and this time, it earns me a small head shake and a grin.
Daddy helps me into my jacket, and I get a kiss afterwards.
“We could just stay home?” I offer. “I could carefully peel you out of your clothes, and let you do whatever you want to me.”
Daddy presses another soft kiss to my lips and pulls away, grabbing my hand. “We promised Cristian. Besides, I’ll do whatever I want with you, whenever I want, anyway.”
I sigh, but allow him to pull me out of the room, to where James is waiting for us. “Fit check?” I ask as soon as we're standing in front of him.
My best friend rolls his eyes, but says, “You look as pretentious as your name, Ash. Your Daddy looks too innocent to be with you.”
“Perfect!” I grin. “Let’s go.”
James sighs, but leads us out to the car, which is a limo, because you can’t show up to a charity event in an SUV. The scandal! My mother’s circle is already going to have a conniption when I show up, not only with Daddy on my arm, but Dr. Ranlen as well.
