Nero

This Luke isn’t a physical threat, as far as I can tell. He doesn’t have a fighter’s stance, and even if he were simply affecting a helpless demeanor, I would probably be able to take him in a fight.

Well, on a good day, when my back isn’t aching and begging me to take more ibuprofen.

But I can see the way he’s eyeing Valentino, and it’s not the look of somebody who wants to take him down. No, he wants to get pounded hard.

I grin coldly at him. “Yeah. I’m just so good, I won him over to my side.” I run my hand over Valentino’s chest seductively.

Valentino’s breath hitches just enough to give away the fact that I’m having an effect on him, which only makes my grin turn into a smirk. “Gentlemen,” he says. “This is no place for a pissing contest.”

He grips my wrist to force my hand down, but that tight grip isn’t exactly discouraging. I bite my lip seductively and moan quietly. “Where do you suggest, Daddy?”

Valentino shoots a glare at me—one I ignore, and one that only gets Luke to take a step closer to us. “The two of you need to stop this right now,” he begins sternly, but another look between the two of us seems to tell him what I already know: neither of us is going to back down. “Get into the first private room that’s open,” he growls. “I didn’t come here to discipline a pair of ill-behaved pets, but that doesn’t mean I won’t do it.”

Rationally, I know it’s a bad idea. My back needs a break, we haven’t discussed what we’ve just heard, Silvano Cresci and Peter Boyce are still in the other room, and who knows where Dan is right now.

But I don’t care about any of that. I smile as I let Valentino drag me to the closest room, Luke hot on our heels. Valentino shoves me inside and locks the door behind the three of us.

I glance around, noting the generic BDSM equipment in the room. I don’t need specific tools or implements to get off—or to show Luke that Valentino is mine.

“Now what the fuck is going on, Luke?” Valentino asks, crossing his arms against his chest. “Since when do you not know how to take no for an answer?”

“Have you said no?” Luke counters, the challenge clear in his voice. “You blow me off—after one of the most intense sessions of my life, I might add—citing some sexuality crap, but here you are now traipsing around with some vanilla twink?”

Vanilla? Me? I look down at myself. The black shirt and the tight leather pants might not be what all the docile little subs here at the club wear, but I’m not wearing a button up collar and slacks either.

Luke doesn’t know what’s underneath these pants either. I can feel the cock cage rub against me every time I move, and the rod inside… well, my cock’s been wanting to harden all evening.

“I told you before the scene that I don’t take anyone home afterwards,” Valentino says, irritation starting to make him sound impatient. “You’re the one who decided it was about sexuality and not the very real fact that I come here to play, not fuck.”

Oh, now that is interesting. I get closer to Valentino and wrap my arms around him again, but my eyes are fixed on Luke. “Guess your hole just wasn’t as good as mine,” I taunt, and I even stick my tongue out at him.

Yes, I can definitely play the brat.

Valentino’s hand comes down hard on my ass, making me yelp. “I wouldn’t know,” he says, his voice suddenly a dangerously low growl. “Maybe I need to test out Luke’s hole to find out which one really is better. Would you like that, Luke?”

Luke raises his hand to his mouth to cover a laugh. “You know I do, Tino.”

Just like before, Valentino tenses imperceptibly. I wouldn’t have been able to tell if I weren’t pressed up against him, but he apparently does not like the nickname.

I file that away for now and dig my fingers into Valentino’s side. “Daddy…” I whine.

“Well? You’re the one trying to cause problems,” Valentino chides me, unflinching. “And if you want me to pick favorites, I suppose I’ll have to try out Luke’s ass. Do you want to watch or wait outside?”

I can’t tell if he’s being serious right now. Is he actually going to fuck this guy, when his colleagues are still out there? Does he want me to back down, and then he’ll end this farce?

Unfortunately for him, I’m more than willing to play it risky.

“I’ll stay here,” I say, pasting on a fake smile. “You’ll want a side-by-side comparison, after all.”

Valentino runs his hand down my front until he gets to the cock cage, then squeezes his fingers into the spots around the metal. The way he hesitates for that second lets me know I’ve thrown him, and my grin becomes genuine.

What’s he going to do now that I’ve called his bluff?

“All right,” Valentino says after a brief pause. “Both of you, pull down your pants and bend over so I can see what I’m working with.”

I’m surprised that he’s going through with this, but I can’t say I’m disappointed. There’s still somebody out for our blood, but the likelihood of them attempting anything here is slim, and I sure as fuck don’t care if he outs himself to his mafia buddies. I go for the buttons on my pants.

“Where do you want me, Daddy?” I ask, making sure to linger on that last word. “On all fours? Against the wall?”

Luke is quick to follow suit, and he yanks his pants off in short order, letting them pool around his ankles

“Over the bench, next to each other,” Valentino directs us. “You may need to get… close.”

My eyes meet Luke’s. I make sure to keep smiling, although part of me is wondering what he’d look like with a bullet through his skull. I’d have to stage it right so nobody would know he was targeted for a reason, but…

“Now,” Valentino growls.

I head to the bench and lower my pants and underwear. I make sure to angle myself so that Luke gets a good look at the cock cage before I bend over. He doesn’t have to know the cage isn’t there for any actual kink purpose.

Mostly not a kink purpose.

Luke pouts. “If I knew you liked pretty boys in cock cages, I’d have made sure to bring one along.” He leans over the bench, though he peers over his shoulder at Valentino, whose expression is unreadable even though his eyes are blazing.

I can’t tell from this distance if he’s pissed off, turned on, or what, but this is definitely having an impact on him.

“It wouldn’t be half as interesting if you wanted it,” Valentino deadpans.

Something about that makes Luke’s brow furrow. Maybe he’s starting to second-guess all of this. I hope not, because my cock is once again attempting to harden despite the fact that Valentino hasn’t even done anything yet.