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"When do you leave?" I asked as I rubbed Dante's back.
"An hour from now. I came in to plead my case should you have been inclined to try to stop me. But since you're understanding of things, I'll be able to head out earlier than expected." Ricardo's expression was neutral, as if it didn't bother him to leave. Even still, his body was taut with tension. I could see it clearly in the lines around his mouth and his clenched fists. Him leaving was going to be hard on him too, whether he vocalized it or not.
Dante nodded at the news that his friend was basically doing a drive-by goodbye. It didn't sit well with me, though I knew this was something we couldn't change. If what Ricardo said was true, then we'd have sent him away at some point anyway to ensure the system didn't break.
I shook Ricardo's hand, then pulled him into a brief hug. "Good luck with him," I whispered softly.
He gave me a confused look, then left the room without saying anything else. Whether he knew it or not, Ricardo was going to Vegas for more than just the organization. I'd seen the tension between the two men. So had Dante. If he weren't so caught up in the idea of his friend leaving, then he might have put two and two together.
"What happens now, Daddy?" he asked me as I tugged him back into my lap.
"Now we get to work. Business is business. There's just a bit more added to our plate."
* * *
That bit more I mentioned,well, it turned out not so bad. Because Ricardo kept amazing fucking notes of everything he did, I had a record of it all. I was able to verify information with the guys he put in place to manage shipments and there were even reminders set to keep me ahead of the game. It couldn't have been a more perfect situation.
"Daddy?" Dante's voice carried down the hall.
"In the office," I yelled back. I was finishing up the last of my inventory notes for the bar we opened downtown. The quaint little spot was perfect for the business crowd, and since it held no affiliation with the organization, we were clear to run it legal as could be.
My boy came through the door wearing a smug grin. He was all swagger as he approached our desk and leaned over the edge.
Since the two of us hated being apart, we typically shared the office. I had my own desk space to use, but since Ricardo's system had been linked directly to Dante, it was easier to work from his desk some days.
"You look really fucking hot behind that desk. The whole mafia boss thing is working for you, Daddy." He bit his lip as his gaze went hot.
I leaned back, letting him look his fill. "Is that so? Are you someone coming by to beg me to show mercy? Will you come suck my cock to earn it?"
Said cock surged at the picture I painted. My boy was practically drooling, and I couldn't resist reaching down to squeeze my length. As I suspected, his eyes moved towards the motion that was hidden under the desk.
Dante rushed around the desk before I could blink. He dropped to his knees as he pushed me back to gain access to my lap. His hand deftly undid my button and zipper, then eased my cock free from my underwear.
Once my cock bobbed proudly in front of him, my boy went feral. He trailed his tongue completely up the underside of my cock as his hand squeezed my balls. When he reached the crown, he swirled over the head as his hand moved to the base. His mouth then took me in like it was welcoming me home. Like he couldn't fucking stand to be away from me a second longer.
"That's it, baby. Suck that cock. Show me how good you can be," I growled as he put in the work.
Between the attention he gave my cock and the sultry looks he shot my way, I felt like my orgasm was mere seconds away. I tried to hold off as best I could since I wanted to enjoy our time. This slight role playing we were doing was hot enough to go in our 'do this again' file we kept. It was next to the 'favorite places to fuck' list that included all the places around the house we'd found to be the most fun.
When my orgasm nearly reached its peak, Dante pulled back, his grin wicked. "Not yet, Daddy," he purred.
All control I had was lost. I grabbed the base of his neck and shoved him forward. "You will open that fucking mouth and you will suck my cock like the good fucking slut I know you are. Don't stop till I’ve coated your throat. Understand?"
His pupils were blown as he gave me a nod. "Yes, Daddy."
I released my grip enough for him to start sucking my length down again. From there, he became someone else entirely. He was more excited, more eager than before. My dirty words had turned him into a goddamn porn star.
To test the theory, I said, "Do I taste good, my little cumslut? Do you love having a mouth full of my cock? You want me to fuck that dirty mouth the way it deserves?"
He bobbed his head rapidly at the last question. I gripped the sides of his head, careful not to cover his ears. I wanted him to hear everything I had to say while I kept him still.
Thrusting my hips up, I fucked his mouth in short, quick strokes, making sure my cock hit the back of his throat each time. He gagged just as tears rolled down his eyes. Even so, his eyes were alive with his joy. My boy loved it.
"Daddy's going to fucking come now and you'll suck it all down. Be my good boy and clean me up. Cum belongs only down your throat today. I don't want to see a drop anywhere else."
He mumbled a sound that was as close to a yes as he could give me while his mouth was stuffed full. I kept going, my strokes more and more desperate until... relief. My cock surged, and I came in a blinding array of bliss. I was on cloud nine; no worries or cares in the world.
My boy cleaned me up, just as I'd told him to. And when he finished, he pulled out his own length and stroked until he made a mess on the floor between us. I watched him do it with an elated sort of disconnect. I was there, but I wasn't.
