Chapter 11

Lyle was so happy that Antonio had agreed to take him to the Velvet Iron. While Lyle always enjoyed it there, it felt even better knowing that Antonio was watching over him from a distance. Even though Antonio was talking with his brother Luca, Lyle knew that if he fell and somehow hurt himself, Antonio would be over in double-quick time to come to his rescue.

Lyle could see that he was developing some serious feelings for Antonio.

The fact that Antonio was a criminal and had admitted to having done some seriously bad things wasn’t nothing. But all Lyle could do was judge Antonio on how he treated him. And so far, it was all good.

But I’m still a journalist.

I can’t deny that I want a story about the mafia wars.

There has to be a way of doing it and Antonio not being involved…

Rather than dwell too much on work, Lyle decided to enjoy the remainder of the day. Having left the Velvet Iron, Lyle and Antonio had enjoyed a lazy, laughter-filled stroll back to Antonio’s house.

‘Well, here we are,’ Antonio said. ‘My humble abode.’

‘Humble? This place must have cost at least five million dollars,’ Lyle said, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘I won’t earn that much for the rest of my days at the Tribune.’

Antonio rolled his eyes.

‘Have some faith, boy,’ Antonio replied. ‘And anyway, what you do is worth more than a pay cheque or a big house. Always remember that.’

Lyle smiled and took a look up and down the street. It was true, it really was a wonderful neighborhood. But Lyle still didn’t quite understand why Antonio had chosen to live here. From Lyle’s insider knowledge, and the general reporting in the gossip pages, a lot of the well-known gangsters lived in flashier districts, closer to the bars and exclusive clubs.

‘You’re wondering why here?’ Antonio said.

‘Can you read my mind or something?’ Lyle asked, a little taken aback. ‘Is that something you learned on your way to the top?’

‘I don’t know about that. But reading people is just something I’ve always had a knack for,’ Antonio said. ‘But to answer the question you were going to ask… I like the quiet. There’s no drama here. I have enough of that to deal with on a daily basis, I don’t need to come home to the sounds of bullets ripping and scumbags calling out for mercy.’

Lyle smiled and nodded. It made sense to him that Antonio would want somewhere to retreat to. Lyle kind of looked at his bedroom in the house share in the same way. The only problem being that it was just a single room.

‘Come on, let’s go in,’ Antonio said. ‘I want to have some fun.’

‘Fun?’ Lyle replied, noticing a sudden shift in Antonio’s vibe. ‘As in that kinda fun?

Antonio didn’t reply. He simply opened the large front door and pointed inside the house. Lyle felt his heart skip a beat. It may have been cold outside, but things were about to get extremely hot indeed…

‘Master Lion!’ Lyle said, gasping as Antonio jumped out from behind the kitchen door and stood before him, totally naked. ‘I’ve been a naughty cub!’

Lyle blushed at the sight of Antonio, fully erect, baring his teeth like a head of the lion’s pride. Lyle was naked too, and his own cock was as hard as hard could be.

One of Antonio’s kinks on the BDSM contract was animal play. This was quite simple really, the pair of them would choose animals to roleplay as. It was a whole heap of fun, running around the house naked and making the wildest animal noises.

The sight of Antonio’s strong, well-sculpted body sure did make it even more appealing too. And judging from how big Antonio’s manhood was, Lyle felt pretty certain that Antonio was enjoying it all as much as him.

‘Don’t let me catch you, I’ll eat your ass up,’ Antonio roared, slowly prowling toward Lyle. ‘Grrrrrrrrr….’

Before Lyle could make a move, Antonio was upon him.

In one swift movement, Antonio had firmly but carefully clamped his mouth around Lyle’s neck.

‘Oh no! Please don’t eat me! I’m just a young cub!’ Lyle giggled.

‘You won’t be laughing for too much longer,’ Antonio fired back, letting go of Lyle and spanking his ass all the way from the hallway, up the stairs, and all the way into the bedroom. ‘Up onto the bed and present that ass for me to devour!’

‘Yes, Master Lion!’ Lyle said, enjoying the moment but suddenly realizing what was about to happen. ‘Please be careful with me!’

Having signed the contract and agreed that the relationship was monogamous and with clear bills of health, there was no need to consider protection. Lyle felt his heart thumping harder and harder as Antonio parted his pale butt cheeks and squirted a thick dollop of lubricant on his exposed hole.

‘Here, let’s warm you up, boy,’ Antonio said, taking a small black butt plug from his bedside cupboard and gently pressing it against Lyle’s ass hole. ‘Push back on it. We need to make sure you’re ready to take my cock.’

Lyle let out a moan as he pushed his butt back to take the plug inside him. It felt good. But Lyle wanted more. Lyle wanted Antonio inside him.

And with his butt fully on display, Lyle moaned as Antonio dug his nails into his cheeks and pulled downward like an animal claiming his prey.

‘You’re mine,’ Antonio said, his voice a deep growl.

Before Lyle could reply, Antonio flipped him onto his back. Lyle looked up and saw Antonio squat down above his face and push his slab of meat onto Lyle’s mouth.

‘Lick it,’ Antonio commanded, his voice firm and with a hint of danger in it. ‘Get it nice and wet. Use your tongue, use your lips too. I want to see how much you want this inside you.’

Lyle immediately got to work. The feeling of giving Antonio pleasure with his mouth, while at the same time having his butt stuffed with a thick butt plug was something else. And Lyle could tell from the grunts and groans that Antonio was making that he was enjoying it all too.

Antonio pulled away from Lyle and then hiked Lyle’s legs up and over his shoulders. A moment later, and Antonio had removed the plug from Lyle’s ass.

It was time.

Still on his back, Lyle watched as Antonio looked him up and down just like a lion ready to devour his pray. Lyle felt the adrenalin pump around his body, the reality of Antonio’s thick, long cock entering his tight little butt was now dawning on him. The plug had been one thing, but it wasn’t in the same ballpark as Antonio’s manhood…

‘Breathe, let it in,’ Antonio said, increasing the pressure from his thighs and clenched ass muscles. ‘That’s it, that’s the fucking way.’

Lyle let out a long, animalistic moan as his butt succumbed and allowed Antonio’s dick to enter. It felt incredible. There was an element of discomfort, but the lube and sheer excitement of the situation was far overriding anything else soon enough.

‘Fuck… it feels incredible,’ Lyle said, the sensation of his body reacting to Antonio’s dick feeling like nothing he had experienced before. ‘I didn’t think I could take it all.’

‘No more talking,’ Antonio said, pulling his cock outward and then thrusting it back inside, deeper yet again. ‘It’s time to let your Master work.’

Lyle gulped and let out a long moan as Antonio began to increase the speed of his thrusts. Each one was deeper and gradually quicker than the last. Lyle could feel his entire body trembling as Antonio expertly worked all his pleasure points.

‘Now it’s time to finish,’ Antonio said, pressing his weight down on Lyle and thrusting several more times as he gripped Lyle harder and harder.

The sensation that Lyle felt of Antonio’s seed filling him up for the first time was something he would never, ever forget. The look of lust on Antonio’s face was immediately etched into Lyle’s mind. But it felt like more than lust. As Antonio finished his final stroke, he planted a sensual kiss on Lyle’s lips that felt a lot like love.

‘Well, I was about to help you climax too,’ Antonio said, panting. ‘But by the looks of it, you beat me to it!’

Lyle looked down and saw that he must have orgasmed himself during the final climactic moments of Antonio fucking him. The pair of them laughed as they lay on the bed next to one another.

The pair of them had shared a moment of pure carnal passion together. Nothing needed to be said. It was physical, animalistic, and came from a place of pure lust - and Lyle was all there for it.

It may have been the early evening, but as far as Lyle and Antonio were concerned, there was no need to get out of bed. It was time to sleep – and it would be the kind of deep, super-sound sleep that invariably was only possible after truly majestic sex.

If Lyle doubted it beforehand, he didn’t doubt it now.

Antonio was something else. In control and commanding, Antonio was the kind of Dom that any boy would be lucky to have in their lives.

The next morning, Lyle was full of life at work. He was always an enthusiastic worker, but after what had happened the previous night with Antonio, he was feeling extra-happy and keen to take on the world.

The open-plan office was as full of noise, chatter, and general mayhem as ever. Reporters were trying to out-scoop one another, banter was flying back and forth between the various departments at a crazy speed.

Even the senior editors were coming out from their private offices to make their voices heard too. It was just one of those days. And Lyle was keen to be as busy as he could be. After all, having somewhat crossed paths with Reed Silver recently, Lyle suspected that there would be eyes on him to make sure we was working as he should be.

But there was one problem.

As happy as Lyle was, it meant that he was actually finding it hard to fully focus on the tasks at hand. No matter how hard he tried, Lyle just couldn’t keep Antonio off his mind…

Antonio may be involved deep with the mafia.

But… could he be… the one?

Like, forever?

Even thinking this was a big deal for Lyle. The truth was that as hard as he was falling for Antonio, there was still a lot to consider.

Could Lyle seriously manage to ignore Antonio’s dark side?

Would Lyle be able to continue working as a journalist knowing that he had one huge story waiting to be made that involved his Master?

There was a lot to consider, and not all of it was very comfortable or easy to digest. But, that kind of talk could wait. Lyle was too happy to get bogged down in practicalities.

And on top of that, there was still the very prominent case of a certain Detective Niall Sloane. When Antonio had mentioned him, Lyle has largely kept quiet. But Lyle figured that if Sloane was on Antonio’s radar, then there must be more to him.

Even though Reed Silver had effectively threatened Lyle with losing his job if he kept investigating Sloane, Lyle knew that it was clearly far too good a story to drop.

After all, the last time Lyle walked away from a story it ended up getting scooped by another student and Lyle lost out on the chance to graduate magna cum laude.

‘That just isn’t happening again,’ Lyle muttered to himself as he picked up his iPad and tilted the screen away from any prying eyes that might be walking past his desk.

It was lucky that Lyle moved his iPad when he did. With images of Bryson Sloane on the screen, it was plainly obvious what he was doing. And with Reed Silver appearing at his desk, it would have spelled trouble with a capital T had Reed seen what Lyle was looking at.

‘Good work on that copy edit earlier,’ Reed said, adjusting his tie. ‘Am I safe in assuming that you haven’t been looking into Sloane again?’

‘Yes, sir,’ Lyle replied, trying to sound as natural as he could. ‘After you warned me, I took it on board and… well, what you said made sense.’

‘Quite right,’ Reed replied, clearly flattered by Lyle’s comments. ‘You just let Sloane do his job. We need more men like him, not less. There’s nothing to investigate, so keep well away. Remember what I said about those redundancies.’

Without waiting for Lyle’s response, Reed moved on from his desk and walked over toward another colleague’s desk on the other side of the office.

Lyle watched Reed walk away.

Something wasn’t right. Lyle could sense it. Surely as a high ranked journalist and editor with years of experience, Reed should be encouraging his juniors reporters to push themselves and go after challenging stories?

Maybe Reed was looking into the story himself and didn’t want to get scooped by a younger reporter?

Or maybe it was something else, another reason altogether…

Either way, Lyle decided that he didn’t have a second to waste. It was time to look deeper into Detective Niall Sloane and see what he could find out – no matter the risk involved.