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K nocking on Emilio’s door, I take a few deep breaths, trying to quell the need and desire swirling in me.

It’s been a long few hours of playing musical bedrooms, as both Emilio and Benjamin were moved to suites—Ten tried to convince Benjamin to take a suite in the family wing, but that was an argument he lost with his baby mouse.

Keegan and Marcus were also given one of the few remaining guest suites, as they have Cole with them.

Carter ended up moving back to the family wing, though I highly doubt he’s ready to take back the suite he shares with Cristian.

And Tennant made damn sure Ignacio’s room was as far from Benjamin’s as possible.

Keeping the two of them apart during the chaos of the move was a feat, as Tennant wanted to stay close by, should Benjamin need him.

It helped that Benjamin was willing to distract his new lover.

Thankfully, everything went off without a hitch, so now everyone can get some much-needed sleep. Even Cole went back to bed with only a little fuss—all the excitement wearing him out quickly.

Not that sleep is on my mind when Emilio opens the door half-dressed. The scowl on his face eases when he sees it’s me. I waste no time with bullshit small talk, shoving my way into the room and grabbing him by the throat at the same time. The door closes behind me with a distinctive click.

Pulling his face to mine, I kiss him. It’s brutal.

As much teeth as tongue and lips, the scent and taste of blood permeating the air between us as I bite into his supple flesh.

Emilio melts into me, his moans are like music to my ears, and the hard cock pressing against me is a temptation I force myself to ignore.

Using my grip on his throat, I push him against the wall and hold him there. Looking down into his desire-blown emerald eyes, I see…everything I need in them. I have to take a breath as the need lights my insides on fire.

“I’m going to use you, Cucciolo.”

He shudders and moans. “Yes… Please, Hollis.”

I grin and lean in, whispering in his ear, “I don’t think that’s what you want to call me, is it, my beautiful little puppy?” Biting at his lobe, I enjoy the sound of his cry, rubbing my cock against him.

He grabs at my arms, and I release his throat to take both wrists in my hand, shoving them above his head. “Hold them there.”

Stepping away from him, I pick up the bag I dropped when I entered the room. “I brought you some things.”

Tossing the bag onto the couch, I unzip it and pull out the cuffs I grabbed from our stash of toys. They’re the only things that weren’t picked out specifically for my Cucciolo.

“Clothes off,” I order, swinging the cuffs from one finger.

Emilio watches as I play with the restraints, even as he does as commanded.

Each movement is sharp and precise, as he removes his few remaining clothes.

As his soft, smooth skin is revealed to me, so many thoughts go through my mind.

There’s so much I want to do to him, starting by kidnapping him and stringing him up just for me.

I’d build him his own room, full of wonderful instruments of torment… Only I wouldn’t use a single one.

Il Padrone may have taught the puppy everything he knows about pain and pleasure, but with me, he will learn so much more…

“Kneel, palms together in front of you.”

He complies instantly, so beautiful and graceful in his movements.

His posture is perfect, and I want to mess it up.

I want him so overwhelmed with pleasure that he forgets everything he’s ever been taught.

I want to reduce his world down to just me and him, where he can’t even breathe without thinking of me.

With careful movements, I make my way over to him, the handcuffs dangling from my fingers. When I restrain his hands in front of him, I make sure to tighten the cuffs—I want to see him bruise for me.

Stepping back, I roll up my sleeves as I stare at his downturned head. The elegant arch of his neck is mouthwateringly tempting.

Grabbing his hair, I pull his head back, forcing him to look into my eyes. “Are you ready for me, Cucciolo?”

He moves his gaze to my hard cock, straining against my slacks, and then back up, the hunger and need evident in his green depths. “I won’t beg,” he says defiantly. “I don’t beg for anyone other than Master.”

I smile. “We’ll see.”

Letting him go, I undo my belt and zipper, pulling my dick out of my pants before stepping in close.

Without a word of instruction, Emilio opens his mouth, ready and waiting for me. Grabbing his hair again, holding tight, I bring my aching cock to his mouth, sighing as his warm, wet heat slides over my flesh.

He takes me all the way in, then a little more, gagging slightly as I press against his throat. He quickly opens to me and takes me down until there’s no inch of my dick not buried inside him.

“Your Master taught you well, Cucciolo,” I tell him.

Pulling out slowly, I shove myself back in, hard enough that his eyes well up from the force as he chokes a little.

“Do you think he’d like to see you like this?

” I ask. Retreating once more, I only move about halfway out before slamming into his throat again. “Do you think he’d want to join me?”

Holding him on my cock, I watch his tells—studying the way his face reddens, how his eyes spill tears—and his entire body shudders with the need to breathe, before I finally pull all the way out.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go once this is all said and done,” I confess. He sucks in a breath, but before he can say something in response, I shove my way back into his mouth.

I hold myself in his convulsing throat for longer this time, enjoying the way he involuntarily tries to spit me out, even as he blinks his tear-filled green eyes up at me.

His mouth is stretched wide, and his nostrils flutter as they try to suck in enough air.

It’s a losing battle though, we both know it.

As his eyes get glassy, and his throat squeezes my cock so well, his blinks get longer and longer as his oxygen runs out. Just before he passes out, I pull back, holding him steady as he sucks in air.

Grabbing him by the arm, his wrists still cuffed, I haul him up and march him into the bedroom, pushing him face down onto the bed, his cuffed hands trapped beneath him. “Don’t move,” I order unnecessarily, before striding back into the other room and grabbing my toy bag.

Aside from the cuffs and the knife I brought, I also special ordered a few things after Emilio and I last…spent time together. Dropping the bag onto the bed next to his head, I reach in and grab the lubricant, and one of the new, recently cleaned toys.

“Toys aren’t usually my preference,” I tell him as I open the lube and slick up the plug.

“Fucking hell, just fuck me!” he snaps. “I need to be fucked.”

I laugh darkly. “I know what you need, Cucciolo, and I’m more than happy to give it to you.

” Kicking his feet apart, I watch as he arches his back, practically shoving his ass at me.

“You were all but begging for it earlier today.” Pressing the plug to his unprepared hole, I lean over him and whisper, “I’m here to give you everything you want, and things you never thought you’d need. But on my terms, not yours.”

He cries out as I work on pushing the plug inside him.

It’s slow work, as I didn’t open him beforehand, but it’s rewarding to see him try to hold still as I insistently push the toy into him.

His asshole swallows the plug so beautifully, after some insistent persuasion, and once it’s fully inside him, I reach into the bag and pull out the remote.

I start with an easy setting, not wanting this to be over too soon. Emilio whimpers and thrusts his hips, but I grab him, digging my fingers tightly into his naked flesh.

“I didn't say you could move, naughty puppy,” I chide.

“Then fucking do something,” he growls.

Tsking, I run my nails up his back, before fisting his hair and pushing his face into the mattress. “Do you talk back to your Master?”

He tries to squirm away and I hold him down. “You're not my Master.”

“No,” I reply softly, leaning over him. “You should be afraid of me for that reason alone. Because I don't have to care about you or your feelings, or if you get off.”

He whimpers.

The naughty little puppy likes the idea. He wants to be nothing but a hole for my every desire… One day, we're going to have to test that out.

I up the intensity of the vibrations and reach into the bag again, pulling out a knife.

Softly, I drag the edge across his shoulders, down his spine and hips, and then back up.

Faint white lines appear on his skin, and the urge to make him bleed is relentless.

I don’t want to hurt him—this time—so I’m careful with how deeply I cut him.

The rivulets of blood skating down his shoulders and around his hips have my cock aching with need, as I listen to his cries of pleasure-pain. I make sure to vary the speed at which the plug vibrates in his ass as I mark him.

Some dark part of me wants to mark this boy up permanently, leaving a piece of myself on him for all to see, but the last thing I need is to be at war with Il Padrone for staking a claim on what’s not mine...

Curbing my desire, I increase the speed of the plug once more, making him shake and moan on the bed as I watch his blood dry up, the shallow cuts needing more stimulation in order to continue oozing.

“What do you need, Cucciolo?” I ask, undressing fully.

“Fuck me,” he says. “Please.”

“Do you think you deserve my cock? After all, you’ve been very naughty today, seducing me during an important meeting, whining and writhing on the bed like a whore…and still,” I sigh, “you refuse to give me what I want.”

“I’m not fucking begging,” he snaps.

“How disappointing.”