17. Valentino

17

VALENTINO

A s I watched Liam walk away, I wanted to follow him, to tell him not to go on stage. What if I could take him home with me and pay his debt myself?

You really want that? You want to bring him into this life? Put him under your father’s scrutiny?

Did I?

Dom will flip if you pay Liam’s debt.

I’ve worked fucking hard. I deserve to be with whomever I want.

Then just fuck him and keep quiet about it.

Was that really all I wanted?

Take some time to figure it out. He’s not going anywhere.

Except on stage where other men think they have a right to him, or….

No. He would never again have a man in one of those rooms other than me. I would kill anyone who tried, and Liam wouldn’t like that. I remembered the look of horror on his face when he realized we’d just fucked next to a corpse.

Should I just let him go and give him a chance at a different life than this? Could I do that? I wasn’t sure.

If I let him go, he’d find someone else, someone who would take care of him, who would touch him, fuck him. No. I slammed my hand down on the table and several people turned to look at me.

Most of them realized who I was and immediately looked away. I took a deep breath and stood. I needed another drink.

Tyler smiled at me as I approached the bar. Before I said a word, he grabbed the top shelf whisky I preferred and poured me a double. I slammed it back, and he raised his brows.

“What’s got my favorite boss upset tonight?”

I glared at him, but he didn’t back down. What would it take to scare him?

I’d never been soft for anyone except my brother—and now Liam. He’d seen me kill, but he still wanted to be with me. I hadn’t managed to scare him off, no matter what I’d done.

“Is a certain dancer giving you trouble?”

“Mind your own fucking business.”

Tyler’s smile was infuriating. “Uh huh. I thought so.”

“Liam hasn’t done a fucking thing wrong.”

“Good. I’d hate for you to have to eliminate him. He’s one of the few nice dancers we’ve had in here. Most of them are so fucking bitchy I can’t even have a conversation with them.”

I waved Tyler toward another customer, hoping he couldn’t see how upset I was. Eliminate Liam? The thought paralyzed me. Before meeting him, I would have followed my father’s orders to take out any employee that was causing us trouble, threatening to expose us, or who just didn’t get how serious we were about our rules.

But if he told me to get rid of Liam…No. I wouldn’t do it. I couldn’t , and that was a problem. I wasn’t supposed to get that close to anyone. My business didn’t involve making friends or helping people.

I should send Liam away.

And pay his debt?

I’d have to make sure my father never knew, but that would be the safest thing for Liam. I lost track of time as I sat at the bar, making my way through my next drink much more slowly.

“Liam’s about to come on stage again,” Tyler said, startling me from my thoughts.

I glanced toward the stage as Liam strutted out in his fucking cowboy outfit.

“Fuck.”

“Right?”

I scowled at Tyler then made my way to a table close to the stage.

Liam saw me, and from then on he kept making eye contact, looking right at me as he pulled off his vest and ran his hands over his nipples, pinching them, then dropping his head back. Men were hollering, begging him to move their way, and I wanted to tear them apart.

By the time the dance ended. I was standing at the corner of the stage, glaring at the men who were tucking money into Liam’s jock strap, making sure they knew I wouldn’t let them get away with anything outside the rules. One of them, the same asshole who’d ordered a lap dance on Liam’s first night, the bastard who’d been watching him before he came to the club, cupped Liam’s ass and squeezed. I nearly broke his fingers off after I pulled him away from Liam, but I kept enough control to simply punch the shit out of him and toss him out the side door. As he stumbled down the street, I realized where I’d seen him. He was one of the Irish mobs’ foot soldiers, and we’d had a run in once before. I needed to investigate that, but not now.

I turned to see Liam smiling at me.

He jumped off the stage and made his way to me, ignoring the whistles and reaching hands of other men.

When he said, “I’m ready” in a low seductive voice, I could have come right there. I couldn't remember ever wanting a man this badly.

“Are you sure? You don’t know what I have planned for you.”

His smile made my heart skip a beat. “I’m sure.”

I picked him up and slung him over my shoulder. I wasn’t waiting another second. I carried him to the room I’d reserved and didn’t set him down until the door was locked behind us.

Once he was on the ground, I gripped his cock through his jock strap, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp. “Who does this dick belong to?”

“Y-you.” His eyes were wide. His teeth sank into his lower lip, but his cock was hardening under my touch. He wanted this. He really was ready for it.

“That’s right. No one else gets to touch it. No one else has the right to see it.”

“But I have to?—”

I shoved him against the wall, grabbing his wrists and dragging his arms over his head. “You don’t have to like it.”

“I…I don’t.”

“I saw you smiling on stage, looking at those other men.”

“That’s my job. The only way I can?—”

I squeezed his throat, cutting off his words.

“Your job is to please me.”

“Val.”

Jesus, I loved how he gasped out my name. “I’m the only one who matters.” I knew my words were irrational. I knew I’d hired him. I’d put him in this position, but when I was around him, I couldn't think rationally, all I could do was long to possess him. “You’re mine. I’m the only one you’re allowed to crave. The only one who can please you.”

“Yes, sir.”

I let his arms go. He watched, mesmerized as I slipped off my jacket, tossed it aside, and unbuttoned my cuffs so I could roll up my sleeves. His breath caught when I dropped to my knees, and he stared at me in shock as I nuzzled against his now fully hard cock. “Mine.”

“Yes, please, oh my God.” Liam’s head dropped back against the wall, and he pushed his hips into my face, rubbing himself on me.

“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” He didn’t hesitate to admit it. Fuck, he was so hot, so perfect. I mouthed his cock through the fabric, and he shuddered, pressing his hands into the wall. When I bit down, his knees buckled.

“I’m going to suck this beautiful cock.” I pulled down his jock strap, revealing him, allowing myself to see the way precum dripped from his slit.

“Please.”

“You’re not going to move, and you’re sure as hell not going to come. You won’t come tonight until I give you permission. Is that clear?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

I shoved the jock strap to the floor. “Step out.”

When he did as I said, I tossed the garment to the side then ran my hands up Liam’s thighs, loving the feel of his warm skin.

I met his eyes as I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. He watched as I licked him, lapping up the precum. “You’re fucking delicious.” Those words made him shiver. “Now, be a good boy and hold still like I said.”

“Can I touch you?” He asked like it would be the greatest favor I could grant him.

“You can steady yourself on my shoulders, but that’s all.”

“Yes, sir.”

I smiled. “Such a good boy. Your dancing was fucking phenomenal. Now relax and enjoy this.”

He sucked in his breath as I took his cock into my mouth, swallowing around him. Sucking him was as good as I’d imagined. He shuddered and whimpered as I took him deeper.

I knew he was desperate to thrust into me, to fuck my mouth the way I had his. He needed more. He needed it harder and faster, but I wasn’t going to give that to him. I was going to draw this out and make sure he understood I was in control, no matter what I chose to do to him.

I toyed with his cock, running my tongue along the underside, lapping at the head, sucking only the tip to draw out more delicious precum. I moaned as I swallowed it.

“Please,” he begged.

I held his gaze, working his cock with my hand, then without warning, I took him all the way down, deep into the back of my throat. He whimpered, trying to thrust into me, but I pinned his hips to the wall.

I held myself still for as long as I could, then I pulled off drawing in deep breaths as I stared up at him. “I told you not to move.”

“I know. I tried. But your mouth…it feels so fucking good.”

“I know it does, but you have to be good if you want more.”

He nodded frantically. “Please. I’m your good boy.”

“Fuck.” I took him back down, sucking him, humming around him, swallowing and letting him feel the muscles of my throat work. He stayed still, but he was shaking, fighting so hard not to move, and it was beautiful.

Finally, I pulled off and sat back on my heels.

Liam stared down at me, mouth hanging open.

“Turn around. Put your hands on the wall and stick your ass out.” I saw him start to question me, but he quickly closed his mouth and obeyed. I slapped his ass when he was in position. “I expect you to do as I say. Never forget that I own you.”

“Val, please.”

I spanked him again, harder at this time. He cried out, and I loved that desperate sound. I struck his ass over and over until he was whimpering.

“Fuck, I love seeing your ass red like this.” I cupped his cheek in my hand and squeezed, knowing it would hurt. He made a strangled noise as I pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his hole.

After keeping him waiting a few moments, I bent forward and ran my tongue over it, making him groan. I did it again, flicking my tongue back-and-forth over the sensitive flesh.

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

He whimpered. “More. Your tongue, your mouth, oh my God.”

“Do you want me to eat your gorgeous ass?”

“Yes!” He pushed his back, desperate to get what he needed.

“Do you want to feel my tongue inside you? Do you want me to use it to open you up so you can take my dick, so I can stuff you full while you scream for me?”

“Yes. Please .”

I caressed his ass with one hand as I squeezed his hip with the other, forcing him to be still. “So desperate. So needy. You might flaunt yourself for other men, but you know they can’t satisfy you like I can.”

“No. Need you.”

“That’s right. You need me. You need this. Your ass is hungry for it.” He nodded, and I pushed my tongue into him. His knees buckled again, but I was holding him up with my grip on his ass. I fucked him with my tongue until he was crying, begging, nonsense words flowing from his lips. He pushed back, trying to get me deeper.

I didn’t care if he moved now. I wanted him frantic. I wanted him more desperate than he’d ever been. I knew he was close. When I stroked his cock, precum flowed freely from his tip.

I sat back, squeezing the base of his shaft. “Don’t you dare come.”

“Val, please.”

“No.” I slapped his ass on the reddest part, making him whimper. “I can hurt you. I can make you wish you’d learned how to wait.”

“No, I can do it. Please.”

“That’s right. You can. You can do whatever I ask, because you’re mine. I own you. I say when you get to come, I say when you get this beautiful ass filled.” His whimper went straight to my cock.

“Yes, I need it so bad.”

I squeezed his sore ass, drawing another desperate sound from him. “I know. You’ll get what you need if you’re good for me.”