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Smack.
It's not the rough, brutal spanking my captors gave me if I didn't perform my duties. No, it's a possessive, lustful swat, the kind a Daddy gives his boy. It makes me quiver inside and tells me I'm doing the right thing.
"Holy shit!" My screams echo throughout the park as I thrust my fingers through his hair. "I've never come so much!"
Benedetto leans in and stares into my eyes. He brushes his thumb across my cheek, then crushes his lips to mine.
"Mine." His growly voice is possessive as fuck. "No one else's.Myboy."
My heart melts as I kiss him passionately. Christ, this is all I’ve wanted. I can’t decide whether to shout and do a happy dance or fire off a barrage of fireworks into the night.
"Yes, Daddy." I kiss him as hard as I can. "Yours."
"Now let's get you home for a bubble bath." Benedetto lets out a growl as he heaves me into his arms. He doesn't give a fuck that I'm naked or that he could get in trouble. Hell, I don't even know if he realizes it. "I bought fresh strawberries earlier this afternoon. I'll feed you while you play with your new rubber duckies."
I giggle as I rest my head against his chest. "I’d like that so much."
16
UNNAMED BOY
Moonlight floodsthrough the mansion window as I burrow into Benedetto’s chest. We just got out of the tub and we're in his bedroom snuggled under the covers. I trail my index finger through his chest hair, then beam as a ray of moonlight illuminates his skin.
Yeah, this is the best night ever. Not only did I confess my truth to Benedetto, but he accepted me, too.
"What are you doing, sweet one?" A rumbly voice emanates from underneath the covers, and I can't help but chuckle.
Dragging the covers down, I stare at my protector's face. Framed by moonlight, Benedetto looks every bit the man I imagined my rescuer would be.
His jaw is chiseled and sharp, and his hazel eyes cut into my soul. His Italian nose is thick, strong, attesting to the power he holds. I place my hand on his hefty stomach, and let out a groan when it twitches beneath me.
"Go back to sleep." Leaning down, I rest my cheek on his pecs. "This doesn't concern you. I'm having a moment with your body."
Benedetto tousles my hair. "You don't need to steal touches and hugs, sweet boy." Bending down, he plants a kiss on my temple. "You can ask and Daddy will always give you a hug. He enjoys hugging you very much."
I stare into Benedetto’s eyes. Truth be told, I thought he’d reject my pleas for greater intimacy at the park. After all, I'm the boy he's protecting, and he has some very real concerns.
I may not be able to consent to a relationship so soon after escaping my captors. I might be too immature or too young to be with a man like him. And his family, or at least his immediate family, doesn't support what we have. He's breaking lots of rules agreeing to be with me.
"Just not in front of your brothers." I seek to make this comment as lighthearted as possible, but it comes out mildly snarky. "As long as we don't tell them, I'm in the clear."
A sigh escapes Benedetto. "Only until next month. Then, we’ll let them know—and I'm convinced they'll support our relationship."
I shake my head in disappointment. I don't want to sound like a brat, so I won't tell Benedetto what I'm thinking, but I don't understand why I must hide what we have.
"You're not doing anything wrong." I grit my teeth and plant a kiss on his chest. "I'm consenting to this. I'm of age and this is something I want."
Benedetto brushes a strand of hair from my temple. "It's complicated, boy." He picks up a glass of water from his bedside table and takes a long sip. "My brothers want to make sure I'm not hurting you. I already told you this at the park tonight. We’re a kink-positive family, but we're very focused on consent. Because of what you went through, and my current relationship with you, they think I'd be abusing my power over you."
"I get it." I raise my hands in surrender. "I really do. But come on."
A smirk dances across his features. "Come on, what?"
"I've fucked hundreds of men over the past few years," I groan, burrowing into his body. He’s so warm and cozy, I can't help but feel safe. "None of those men had my consent. Not really. You do. Why can’t I be with you?"
Granted, I always performed my duties and technically consented. But coerced consent isn't the same as agreeing with enthusiasm. If the alternative is a bullet in the head, then you're not really agreeing.
"That's why my brothers want me to tread slowly." Benedetto dips his hand down and strokes my naked back. It sends tingles down my spine. "Lots of men put you in a precarious position in the past. They don't want me to repeat that."
