“Don’t care—just need it. Need you. I’m so fucking sorry, but I do. I just do.” When that made Angelo groan, Yuri went on. “I need you to show me how bad I am. Please.”
Sounding almost drugged, Angelo said, “Sorry, what, princess?”
And there it was. Angelo exerting control over Yuri and getting off on the idea of controlling him just as hard as Yuri did at being at Angelo’s mercy.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Yuri said dutifully.
“Damn straight.” Angelo rolled off Yuri’s body, stood, then pulled Yuri up as well.
Not that straight, Yuri thought but didn’t say out loud. That was a conversation for another day. “Please, sir.”
“Take your clothes off,” Angelo commanded.
Yuri pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, then shimmied out of his trousers. “Briefs, too? If I’d had known you were coming, I’d have worn something special.”
Angelo palmed his cock through his suit trousers. “Off,” was all he said.
“Yes, sir.” Yuri pulled them off and tossed them on top of the rest of his clothes. The contrast between his nakedness and Angelo’s proper suit made his dick even harder, which shouldn’t have been possible, yet was. “Where do you want me?”
“Put your hands on the back of your desk chair.”
Yuri was disappointed that Angelo wasn’t going to spank him on his lap, but he still obeyed. His cock touched nothing but open air and it was already maddening. He wasn’t sure if he could survive a spanking like this, but he was eager to find out.
“Count.” Angelo drew back and smacked Yuri’s arse.
“One,” Yuri said, and he felt content as he ever had in his entire life.
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Angelo Is Prepared
The crack of his hand against Yuri’s firm flesh. The sound of Yuri’s voice hitching as he counted. The smell of Yuri’s sweat and desire. The sight of the red flush of hot skin contrasted with Yuri’s otherwise milk-pale complexion. It was somehow everything.
“Twenty,” Yuri gasped out.
Yuri was capable of taking more, Angelo knew. He’d made Yuri count much higher in the past. Not tonight, though. Angelo wanted more. His brain was freaking out a lot less about his decision to fuck Yuri than he’d expected. He waited for unsure thoughts to admonish him and for his sexuality to demand that shagging a guy wasn’t at all what he wanted, but the only thing that sang in both his mind and body was Yuri’s siren song. The numbers uttered, Yuri’s moans, and his cries of both pain and release were all Angelo could hear.
“Please, sir. Please.” As it always was by this point, Yuri’s voice was thick with tears. Angelo ran his finger along the side of Yuri’s face and felt wetness there. “I need more. Please, Angel. I need to come.”
If Angelo hadn’t been rock hard already, the sound of Yuri begging him would’ve done it. Angelo still didn’t understand any of what he felt for and about Yuri, but it had all become far less important than chasing the pleasure and bone-deep satisfaction Angelo knew Yuri could give him. He felt the certainty—the rightness—of it down to his marrow.
“Turn around. Get on your knees. Suck my cock.”
Yuri scrambled to obey. He fumbled a bit with the fastenings of Angelo’s trousers and he could see it was because Yuri’s hands were shaking. Nevertheless Yuri brought his lips to Angelo’s cock and gave it a quick kiss, tongued the slit, and then he slowly drew all of Angelo’s cock into his mouth.
“That’s it. Just like that. Jesus. Suck me. Suck me harder.”
His cheeks hollowed out as Yuri increased his suction. Angelo felt the first edges of his impending orgasm, like the rumbling of thunder prior to a lightning storm. Reluctantly, he pulled out of Yuri’s mouth.
Yuri mewled in frustrated disappointment. He sat back on his heels and stared intently at Angelo’s cock like a starving man might ogle a feast he wasn’t allowed to touch. No matter. He’d be giving Yuri everything soon enough.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
Yuri blinked dilated eyes at him and seemed incapable of rational thought.
“Bed, princess. I’m fucking you in a bed.”
That brought a rush of color to fall all over Yuri’s skin, matching the redness of his backside. “Oh. Um.” He pointed vaguely.
“Get up.” Angelo pulled Yuri to his feet. “Take me to it.”
“But…” Yuri looked down at his naked body and Angelo could practically read his thoughts.
“The security all signed NDAs when they were hired on. Philippe has been your keeper for years, and before that, he and his family were loyal to my mother’s. You know he can be trusted.” Angelo’s mouth quirked up at the corners. “Well, for a certain value of trust. He’d never sell pictures of us to a tabloid, for example.”
Yuri’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean ‘for a certain value of trust’?”
“Later, princess. Now, take me to your bed.”
For a split second, Yuri looked rebellious, then he squared his shoulders and opened the study door and called down the stairs, “Probably not a good idea to come up here for a while. Just saying.”
After a few seconds of silence, Angelo heard Philippe’s disembodied voice. “Should I postpone supper, your highness?”
“Yeah. Probably.”
“Very good, sir.”
Angelo snorted as he followed Yuri down the short hallway then up another flight of stairs. The room they walked into was huge, taking up the entire floor of the house. It was dominated by a bed large enough for at least six Yuris, a window seat scattered with pillows and a novel, and an old coal fireplace. Through an opening, Angelo could see a bathroom.
“I know, no door,” Yuri said, “but he won’t come up here. Philippe, I mean.”
“It would probably scar him for life.”
Yuri snorted. “Probably.” He stood there, looking at Angelo with naked longing in his eyes, but made no move to draw closer. His skin was pebbled with goose flesh and he shivered slightly.
A wave of protectiveness swept over Angelo. Yes, he was unsure what being attracted to Yuri did to his
