Page 48 of Stolen Compliance

“I want to see you both in the middle of the room. Undressed. I’ll give you creativity points if you make it good.”

Teo and I stand, mere puppets with Dominic pulling the strings. Do I want to get naked with them? In another situation, that sounds like heaven somehow. But this? Sounds wrong. My heart thuds hard, to the point I’m surprised they don’t hear it. Maybe they do and just don’t give a fuck.

When Teo goes to pull his shirt off, I stop him by putting my hand on his arm. He jerks back as if he’s been burned, sending my heart plummeting. Still, he hesitates just long enough for me to move forward, leaving no room between us.

“He wants it to look good… Let’s give him a show,” I whisper in Teo’s ear before running my nose along his neck, drawing out delicious shivers as I move my hands to his waist, playing with the top of his pants.

“You’d better be right about this, bunny, or I’ll fucking kill you myself,” Teo hisses at me, but I ignore it. Hell, with as much as I’d be threatened at home, I’m almost imperious to the damn things.

Shifting slightly, I brush a kiss to the front of his throat before grasping the bottom of his shirt and slowly stripping it off him. Even though it’s not the first time I’ve seen him without a shirt, it catches me off guard each time.

He wears clothes fitting the heir of a Boss. But underneath them his body is a work of art. Even if the scars I see bring questions that I push away. Especially knowing that he’s gone through whatever fucked up training these assholes do.

His Martelli blue eyes stare at me, as if they can see everything I’ve ever done. It’s…bizarre. Like stepping back in time with another man who once was softer, who could have been different. And then he smiles, and it breaks the illusion. Because Teo’s smile is razor sharp, sarcastic, with hints of softness at the edges. Nothing like the man I once thought I knew.

I lightly trace his forearms, letting my fingers move to his chest and down. Teo’s breath becomes heavier with each movement, and it’s like a shot of power to me. This…seduction. It’s new, something I’ve never experienced, and yet, even here in this office of depravity, it feels like more. I’m just not sure more what.

I flick open the buttons of his pants, watching as his expression turns to pure hunger. With a reckless need, I tug both his pants and underwear down, thankful when he kicks his shoes off. Teo steps out of his clothes and then carefully lifts each leg so I can remove each sock as I kneel before him.

For a moment, we stay exactly like that. Me, kneeling. Him, naked. The sound of our breath heavy with anticipation. Finally, I stand, but before I can do anything, he tackles me. His lips meet mine, demanding, hungry, and in control.

I don’t try to fight it, not as his fingers dig into my sides and his tongue thrusts into my mouth. Instead, I…yield. Something that surprises me. But the growl that slips from Teo is heady, it’s potent, like I want to please him, to give in.

“Well, that’s quite a show… But only partially successful,” Dominic calls out, and it has the effect of cold water being dumped over me.

Stepping out of Teo’s arms, even as his hot gaze promises retribution, I turn to face Dominic. Placing a hand on my hip, I cock my head to the side and drawl, “I wasn’t aware of the time limit. We were giving a show after all.”

Dominic’s fucking smirk makes me want to hit him—repeatedly. Somehow, he must pick up on that feeling, because it morphs into a wide grin. “Well, little bunny, I would have thought a Second would know that time is part of any assignment. It’s on you for not asking the questions. It appears that right now, Teo is passing, and you’re failing.”

I drop my hand from my hip, my spine stiffening as I stare at the fucker. Me? Failing? That’s fucking ridiculous!

I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think, but Teo grasps my wrist and minutely shakes his head. Just enough for me to know it’s not advisable. And while, in the past, I may have fought that, I know better now. So instead, I choke down the words of anger, of disgust, of accusation. Because I won’t let the fucker win.

Instead, I quickly strip. Once I’m naked, and my clothes are put in a pile, I turn to face Dominic again. The man’s face is far too smug, and the way he’s spreading his legs… yeah. Teo and I are fucking hot. And unfortunately, right now, he’s holding the leash to us both.

“You know, I think I prefer if you kneel, Luca. You look good that way. And you certainly don’t belong on the same level as Teo.” Dominic leans forward, the challenge in his words perfectly clear.

Without allowing myself to think too deeply about it, I drop to my knees and wait. Teo makes a noise, but I don’t look over at him. I keep my attention right on Dominic, just like he expects. I hate it, but fuck if I’ll let him punish me for something so indiscriminate.

“That’s perfect, bunny. In fact, why don’t you crawl over here. I think it’s time to focus on Teo since he won this round.”

Swallowing my fury, I crawl over to him, hating it even as I want to preen at the way he stares at me. When I reach him, I sit back on my heels and wait.

“Ah, that silence… It's perfect. You are on your best behavior today. Not that it’ll save you in the long run. Anyway, I want you to take out my cock and suck. Don’t make me come though. I merely want you to play with me while I give Teo some instructions. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll give you something to drink.”

My stomach sinks as I don’t think he’s talking about cum. And I have never been into watersports before. It’s not my kink. But I force myself to take him out and then I start to gently lick him. Finally, I take him in my mouth, annoyed that he’s not showing any signs of my ministrations, aside from his cock hardening steadily.

With a calm voice, he gives out his next order to Teo. I’d wince, but the fucker reaches out and pets me like a damn dog. If only that little bit of attention didn’t feel so damn good.

I let myself fall into that, the constant little touches, once again, and the focus on his cock. Nothing else matters. Not the instructions he tosses out toward Teo or anything else. Merely existing…for him.

Fuck.

Idly, I pet Luca, like he’s a dog. Hell, less than that. And somehow he’s enjoying it based on his sounds and the way his body completely relaxes. Teo, however, does not seem to be having such a good time.

“Do I need to repeat myself, Teo? Or are you upset I took away your toy?” I struggle to keep the laughter out of my voice as I study the heir to the Martellis—at least, this territory’s Martellis.

Teo sneers at me—and Luca—and heads toward the wall of toys. It’s an interesting task I’ve given him. I’m curious how he’ll proceed.