Page 7 of Deadly Protector: An MM Mafia Romance (The Sorrento Family Doms Book 1)

Jake woke up the next morning, his body and mind feeling more at ease and relaxed than it had in a very long time. In fact, Jake couldn’t recall the last time he felt so well rested.

‘Wait… where am I?’ Jake said, sitting up on the large bed and rubbing his eyes as he gradually remembered exactly where he was. ‘Oh… right.’

After the spanking and then the soothing bath, Jake had pretty much passed out. Jake figured that Damian must have carried him from the couch into the guestroom.

Speaking of the guestroom, it had a square footage that was equal to, if not larger, that Jake’s entire studio apartment. With its high ceilings and perfectly coordinated furniture and ornaments, it was a far cry from Jake’s colorful and chaotic home.

‘Boring!’ Jake said, determined not to give any praise for Damian. ‘Stupid sophisticated furniture. Where are the videos games?’

Jake was determined not to open his heart up to Damian. But as much as he tried to pout and play down just how nice a night’s sleep he had at Damian’s place, Jake couldn’t deny that the spanking had been good.

No, the spanking was more than good.

The spanking had been utterly incredible.

But Jake still hated the fact that he was under Damian’s control. Jake had always dreamed of finding his own Dom, but someone who was normal and did a nice job. Damian was about as far away from that picture as anyone could possibly imagine.

I bet he loved spanking me.

He’ll probably try any excuse to do it again.

Urgh. What have I got myself into?

Jake didn’t want to dwell on things too much. He had often found in his life that if he let himself think too much on a problem or a tricky situation it just got worse and worse. As far as Jake was concerned, the best way of dealing with a tricky situation was to pretty much ignore it and just carry on and try to have fun.

Maybe this was why Jake had walked away from jobs and blown opportunities in his life. When a situation got tough, Jake would just find himself folding and taking the easy out.

‘Wait, what’s this?’ Jake said, noticing a carefully folded piece of paper on the bedside table nearest to him. ‘It’s from… him.’

Jake leaned over and picked up the expensive paper, its thickness and slightly textured feel a giveaway that this wasn’t your standard notebook paper. Just like everything else in Damian’s life, this paper was the best of the best…

Boy, I am out conducting business. I’ll be back later. Feel free to make yourself breakfast, but keep everything as you find it. And behave. – MASTER DAMIAN.

‘Master Damian!’ Jake said, the frustration in his voice clear. ‘Argh. He knows that I’ll hate that! He’ll never be my real Master!’

As irritated as Jake was by Damian’s typically bossy and domineering note, he couldn’t deny that the prospect of exploring Damian’s apartment and making some tasty breakfast in his luxury kitchen was actually quite appealing.

‘Let’s see how a mafia hitman really lives,’ Jake said, easing himself out of the bed and walking across the heated bedroom floor and out into the apartment living area.

As Jake walked past the gun and blades wall display, his imagination began to run wild. How many men had Damian killed? What had these people done to deserve such a brutal end? And… would Damian ever do the same to him?

Jeepers. Don’t even think about it.

Jake decided to put the details of Damian’s business life out of his mind and walked over toward the display of model cars. Of course, to Jake they were toys rather than models – and from the second he had seen them when he entered Damian’s apartment, all Jake had wanted was to play with them.

‘Porsche, Ferrari, Lamborghini…’ Jake said, reaching out and wistfully tracing his fingers over the glass casing that housed the cars. ‘Sigh. I wish I could play with these! Or even better, take them and sell them to buy a Playstation…’

With the memory of Damian’s firm hand coming down on his exposed buttocks the previous evening, Jake decided that he should move away from the model cars before temptation got the better of him.

Walking through into the kitchen area, Jake was impressed with all of Damian’s kitchen utensils and cooking equipment. It wasn’t a surprise to Jake though, because Damian’s Den was so well equipped too. According to the other sou chefs there, there probably wasn’t a more sophisticated and well stocked kitchen in the entire city.

But that wasn’t to say that Jake was entirely happy with Damian’s kitchen. Far from it. As Jake searched through the cupboard he was dismayed to see that all the breakfast food was super-healthy and super-boring too.

‘Where there hell is the Prime? The Sprite? Where is the fun cereal? I want some chocolate crunchies!’ Jake said, stomping his foot on the perfectly polished hardwood floor beneath him. ‘This place sucks.’

After pouting a little longer, Jake did manage to put together a tasty porridge with a selection of some admittedly super-sweet fruits. But even then, Jake still wasn’t happy. Not only did Damian not have any fun and colorful cereal to choose from, he also didn’t appear to have any form of juice in stock either. Instead, Damian’s refrigerator was stocked with bottle after bottle of expensive sparkling water and champagne.

‘He’s such a boring jerk!’ Jake said, shaking his head and pretending like he wasn’t enjoying the taste of passion fruit and perfectly ripened strawberry in his porridge. ‘The second Damian says my punishment is done, I’m outta here.’

Jake’s attention was drawn away from his complaints with Damian soon enough when a message came through from Lyle…

So… kink club or???? Please please please super-please say yes???? Lyle. P.S. COME!

Jake couldn’t help but laugh. Lyle was a hardworking and career focused dude, but that didn’t mean his desire to hang out and do fun stuff was diminished.

It didn’t take Jake long to weigh up the options. Either stay at Damian’s boring apartment and waste his time staring at toys he wasn’t even allowed to touch or go and have fun with his best friend at the kink club…

As far as Jake was concerned, it was a total no-brainer!

* * *

The kink club was as busy as ever. There were a few clubs and spots open across the city with kink in mind, but as far as Jake and Lyle were concerned, this was the number one place to be.

With its sleek, sensual décor and warm and welcoming atmosphere, the Whip Smart Club was about as inviting a place as any kink-loving guy in the city could wish for. What made the Whip Smart Club a particular favorite with Jake and Lyle was its focus on everyone being free to do their own thing without judgement.

Jake was open minded about the various preferences and kinks that other people had, and for him the idea of trying out new toys, kinks, and costumes was always going to appeal.

‘Lyle!’ Jake said as he saw Lyle emerge from the changing area wearing a bright red puppy dog romper suit, with folded over ears that flopped as he walked. ‘You look… amazing!’

‘Back at you buddy!’ Lyle said, his sweet smile and smartly parted hair making him look angelic. ‘But I think your tail is even saggier than mine.’

Jake laughed. Lyle was a great friend, but he was even sassier than Jake was. Between them, they were two young men who loved nothing more than having fun and making mischief.

Like Jake, Lyle was single. But with his career as a journalist taking off, Lyle had decided to put looking for his true love to one side for the time being at least.

However, that didn’t mean that Lyle didn’t want to hear all about what had being going on between Jake and Damian…

‘Okay… dish!’ Lyle said, flashing his super-cute dimples. ‘And I mean tell me everything!’

‘Okay, well, it’s like this…’ Jake said, giggling as he went on to describe what had happened the previous night.

The two boys giggled and blushed as Jake described how it felt to be spanked by such a commanding and seriously intimidating older man. But even though he was quite clearly enjoying the memory of the spanking, Jake wanted to make it clear that he really didn’t like Damian at all.

‘He’s mean and too bossy!’ Jake said. ‘And trying to make me call him Master Damian? Please! There’s no way.’

‘Hmmm, sounds to me like maybe you’re not quite as sure as you say you are?’ Lyle said, his journalistic instinct kicking in. ‘I think there’s a story here…’

Jake blushed. Did Lyle have a point?

At this point, the two of them got on all fours and began to act out their canine fantasies. With their butts wiggling and their barks getting louder, it appeared that the two pups were on the lookout for a pair of handsome human owners to take control.

But before either of them could get too involved in the activity, Jake saw his phone flash with a message.

Oh no.

Please don’t be…

Argh. Douchebag Damian!

Jake felt like kicking over their wooden block tower in frustration. The message was from Damian, and it didn’t sound like he was too happy with Jake for leaving the apartment either…

Boy. I need you back at my place. And I don’t mean at leisure either. You’ve got twenty minutes. Or else. — MASTER DAMIAN.

Jake rolled his eyes. As much as he wanted to stay and have fun with Lyle, he knew that he realistically had very little option but to do what Damian said. Like it or not, Damian still held all the cards in this situation.

‘Well I will go back,’ Jake said, sulkily packing his backpack and changing out of his puppy romper suit. ‘But I’ll go at my pace and not Damian’s. If he’s so tough he can deal with me taking my sweet time!’

But little did Jake know that when Damian said twenty minutes, he absolutely meant it.

He may not have known it, Jake was perhaps about to learn a very valuable – and painful – lesson in good timekeeping…