“Of course, Sir,” Matteo murmured, giving Vincent’s hard cock lazy strokes.
Vincent rolled onto his back to allow Matteo more access and me a better view. He sighed and moaned, at peace with a wake-up hand job after having been caged the whole day previous.
I kissed Matteo on the shoulder. “Make it good, Matteo. He’s going back into lock-up after breakfast.
“Of course, Sir,” Matteo replied as I got up and out of bed.
Vincent moaned, and I didn’t have to look back to know he was fake-pouting. “But why?”
“Because it’s good for a boy to know who his Master is, who controls him.” I lifted my hand and clenched it into a tight fist, winking at my lovely submissive. “Who holds all of his pleasure in one hand.”
Matteo chuckled and bent to take Vincent’s cock into his mouth as I entered the en suite to a long, low groan.
* * * *
Vincent enjoyed giving me absolute control over his orgasms. He enjoyed pleasing me, he enjoyed denial and, really, he enjoyed the process of becoming more and more aroused over a period of a few days, until he started to go out of his mind with it. The build-up of desire and need and want was a heady feeling, I supposed, and a powerful, mind-bending orgasm when I released him was worth the time in captivity.
I very much enjoyed holding the key to Vincent’s satisfaction. Or, on occasion, such as this one, I gave Matteo the honor. We were trying to switch things up as Daphne had suggested, and Matteo was more than willing to take control of our boy.
“Of course, Sir. I do not take this honor lightly,” Matteo said, taking the tiny key from me while Vincent looked on with interest.
I turned to him. “Don’t think you can use your wicked wiles on Matteo to get that thing off before I approve it. He still has to go through me.”
Vincent rolled his eyes.
“Hmm-m. That’s an extra few hours I’ve just added.”
Vincent frowned. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I’m sure you are.”
“Sir—”
I raised my eyebrows, shutting him up. “You aren’t starting off very well. Let Matteo choose a pair of panties for you to wear and get yourself dressed.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’re going to Daphne’s for tea this afternoon, so make sure they are very pretty and very lacy, Matteo. She’ll want him to strip.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And wear some nice boxer briefs yourself. She may want you both to serve her.”
“Of course.”
We hadn’t been to tea at Daphne’s in ages, and she had invited us around this weekend. I was hoping to let her in on everything happening with Juno and give her an idea of the event we were planning. She should be able to provide a list of people to invite, on top of the names I already had written down.
* * * *
“Taylor! Get your ass down here if you want a ride to Daphne’s,” I yelled upstairs.
Daphne had requested we bring her ‘technical advisor’ with us, although she’d sworn she’d keep him busy in her office while we enjoyed afternoon tea in the living room.
“Be there in a minute!” he called down.
When Taylor came downstairs, he grabbed his jacket and shoved his feet into his boots. “Okay, let’s go. I hope Daphne has those little egg salad sandwiches she had last time.”
I crooked an eyebrow. “She probably will, but they will be served by Vincent in frilly panties.”
