“You know I don’t care,” I say as I pack up my stuff. “Just tell me who to shoot, and I’ll shoot.”
He could tell me to shoot into a crowded street in the middle of the day, and I would.
I hoist up my equipment, rub my fingers along my collar, and make my way to Cristiano’s side.
“That’s why it’s good I have a collar on you,” Cristiano says smugly. “And a leash, invisible or otherwise.”
The rest of our guys make themselves scarce as soon as I join Cristiano. We aren’t exactly open, but we’re not subtle either. I sure don’t give a fuck what they think about me, but Cristiano and Silvano agreed to keep a thin veneer of plausible deniability so the poor gang members don’t get too tangled up in their homophobia.
Once we’re reasonably alone, I wrap my arms around Cristiano’s neck and smile up at him. “Leash? I don’t feel a leash, Daddy.”
“You don’t?” Cristiano quirks a brow and gazes down at me, his eyes dark with desire and need that matches my own. He grabs me by the back of the neck and holds me there while he kisses me, forcing his tongue past my lips. “Do you feel it now?”
I groan and lean into the kiss. “I’m not sure… you might have to show me again.”
“Hmm. I think I can make it easier to remember,” he says against my mouth. His hand comes around the front of my throat this time, and he squeezes in just the right places to deny me breath.
I open my mouth for air, but nothing comes, and it’s exhilarating. My life is in his hands—but I know I can trust him. I know he’d never hurt me. I know he wants me.
I know he would never throw me away.
After a few blissful seconds, he releases, and I gasp, clinging even tighter to him. My cock attempts to harden in my jeans, but the cock cage denies me.
“Mm. Daddy, be careful, or we’ll give everybody here an X-rated show,” I say as I mouth along his wrist.
“It’s already X-rated,” he murmurs to me, gripping my throat again. “Look at all the blood on the floor. Would it be more X-rated if we fucked?”
“We could bump it up to triple-X.” I push my throat against his hand just to get more of that delicious constriction.
“As soon as we get home,” Cristiano says. He flexes his fingers but doesn’t put any additional pressure on my throat. “Maybe I’ll choke you until you pass out today. Then I can take your ass while you’re… resting and leave you with a nice surprise when you wake up.”
Fuck, that sounds amazing. Knowing that I’d made him happy, having the bruises all over me, feeling his cum dripping out of me…
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur. “Please hurt me.”
“Say the words, and I’ll do it,” he tells me, just as he releases his grasp on my neck. His eyes are intent on mine, though, feeling like they can see through me.
I bite my lip and pretend I’m recovering from the choking. I just need a moment to gather the courage to say those fucking awful words he keeps making me repeat.
The awful words which don’t sound so terrible anymore, which make me feel warm and…
…and loved.
“I’m your good boy,” I whisper, feeling my face grow warm.
“That’s right,” Cristiano says, kissing me again and biting my bottom lip hard. “You are. Don’t ever fucking forget it, because I sure as hell won’t.” He draws away after a moment, rubbing at the newly-bruising marks on my throat.
No, I couldn’t possibly forget. I smile at him, despite my embarrassment, and lean my head against his shoulder.
I’m his good boy.
But he’s mine, too, and I won’t ever let him forget that either.
