He is poison, p.26
He is Poison, page 26
“I want you to. Keep it up for me and you’ll get your prize. Discipline.”
He couldn’t wait and opened his eyes to see Domenico tuck in his cock with a content smile. “No. I’m up now,” he complained. His face was so hot Dom’s come didn’t cool down at all, he felt it on his cheeks, mouth, chin, where it dribbled down his skin.
Domenico shook his head, backing off like a sated lion. “Wait.”
“No!” Every inch Dom moved away by was only igniting Seth’s arousal, but he couldn’t follow. “I wanna come! I was good.” He wrinkled his nose and pulled at the straps holding him to the chair. He didn’t want to wait! Waiting was overrated, and boring, and unexciting.
Domenico shook his head with a tiny smile. “For endangering yourself and thinking about fucking someone else when you’re on a mission. Fifteen minutes.”
“No!” Seth couldn’t believe it was happening to him. “I wasn’t! I only thought of you,” he babbled, getting sweaty all over and wishing he could grab Dom’s arm. “How can you do this? I was so fucking good to you!” Deep down he knew he was overreacting, but his pants were pulled down and his dick was throbbing and ready for action. He needed to make a point.
Domenico lifted his hand and put his index finger across his lips in a silent order.
Seth could barely catch a breath, feeling like a horny bull, trapped in a stall next to a cow in heat. And yes, Dom was the cow in that equation. “If you want me to be silent, suck my dick,” he demanded with another groan.
“Do you want a gag?”
“I want you to gag on my dick!” he yelled and pulled at the restraints again.
“I could gag you with the underwear I’m wearing at the moment,” proposed Domenico.
Seth was going out of his mind, his whole body shivering in anger. He was already 100 percent sure orgasm denial was not his fetish. “No! This is beyond unfair! I wasn’t neglectful. You set me up on purpose! It doesn’t count.”
Domenico raised his eyebrows and calmly opened his belt, and then the trousers, letting them fall. “It could have been anyone.”
Seth ignored his words, taking deep, hoarse breaths. “How much time has passed? Ten minutes?”
Domenico looked at his watch. “Two.”
“No!” Seth bowed his head, uselessly trying to regain composure. “Fuck you. I don’t even want you anymore. Go and piss off.” He kept clenching his hands into fists.
And Domenico did, waving his ass goodbye in a pair of ridiculously expensive Armani briefs. Life just wasn’t fair.
Seth sat there, so hot his ass got sweaty on the wood and, all he could do was swear beneath his breath. He deserved the blow job of the year award, not the fucking naughty chair. He couldn’t even hit anything, since he was strapped to the goddamn thing. All he could do was wait and fight the moistness building up on his eyeballs. And of course, after god-knew-how long, but what felt like hours, he lost his erection to anger and felt like mourning it. His balls had that sense of loss but no-longer-wanting when the familiar footsteps were back.
“You were brooding all this time?”
“Go away, I don’t care.” Seth muttered, without looking up.
“No?” He saw Domenico’s bare feet, firm legs, dusted by pitch black hair, but then, when Dom slowly knelt down in front of him, there were toned thighs, and a soft cock.
“No. Just let me go. We have work to do.” Seth sneered.
Domenico smiled, touching Seth’s thighs. He leaned in and blew hot air over Seth’s crotch. Soft, shiny hair fell down, teasing the skin.
“So unfair. We don’t have time for this now, so let me go.” Seth inhaled deeply, not to sniff, watching Dom lap at his cock with a groan. “You are evil. It’s like the devil had sex with a succubus and you are their spawn.” Seth couldn’t look away though, something hot already building up in the pit of his stomach, even more so when Domenico’s laughter sent vibrations down his cock, which soon got sucked into that luscious mouth. The long hair was spread all over Seth’s thighs like liquid silk.
There was no way to fight it, so Seth gave in to the pleasure, letting his head fall back. All the tension in his body was still there, and when it came back, the excitement rushing to his dick was even stronger than before. Domenico was so good at this, dedicated, yet not subservient. In fact, Domenico was dominating in his blowing, doing what he wanted, playing with Seth’s balls and gently tugging on the foreskin with his teeth.
It took Seth less than he expected to come with a muffled grunt. His muscles turned to Jell-O and for once he was happy to be restrained, as it held him in place on the chair. He was still in a state of bliss when he felt the straps around his ankles give, soon followed by the harness. He opened his eyes and looked up at Dom, before hitting his side with his still handcuffed hands.
Domenico shook his head and went out, teasing Seth with his naked ass, complete with a set of perfect dimples and a broad, toned back. “Don’t be a baby”.
Seth sighed and got up, his pants falling to his ankles. “Hey… I still have handcuffs.” He huffed and followed out of the cell, dragging his feet. He hated looking as unimpressive as he probably did now—with pants by his ankles and spunk on his face.
“I know. Be a good boy, and I will take them off. You need another shower.” Domenico stretched, entering the living room. This place suited him so much better than the shabby apartment in the attic.
Seth groaned and gently knocked the back of his head into the wall. Dom was so fucking well made. If there was a God, he must have taken his time with this particular specimen of the male kind. Only slightly shorter than Seth, with pronounced muscles but lean, with a long mane in which Seth loved to bury his face, and just enough hair on his body to be sexy without looking like an 80s porn star. And his shoulders, nice and wide in comparison to the narrow hips.
“I knew I shouldn’t have let you cuff me.”
“At least Herr Schneider had fun.” Domenico grinned and called Seth over with a gesture. “I’ll get them off.”
“What did he say?” Seth was suspicious but toed off his shoes, to be able to step out of his pants before approaching Domenico, who fell onto the couch with a slight purr.
“That I have good taste.” He winked at Seth.
That did manage to squeeze a little smirk out of Seth, as he walked closer and carefully kneeled over Dom’s lap to block him from walking off without taking the cuffs off again. “Yeah, I suppose you do.”
His stomach trembled at the fleeting caress of the rough hand on his stomach. Domenico looked at him from beneath his thick eyelashes. “I would have chosen you even if you weren’t a Villani.”
“Oh yeah? You would steal me away into a life of crime?” Seth wiggled his eyebrows and lowered his position so that he almost sat in Dom’s lap, enjoying the petting he was getting.
“If you weren’t one of us?” Domenico frowned, looking into the blank ceiling. “That wouldn’t work. I’ve already tried.”
“Huh?” Seth cocked his head to the side. “Why not? A nice little house husband, awaiting your return as you live the secretive life of an assassin,” he fantasized in the voice of a movie trailer narrator. He was surprised when the tone did nothing to lift the small frown off Domenico’s forehead.
“Been there, done that. He might still live in the flat I bought for him in Paris, but it couldn’t have worked.” Dom shrugged, playing with the hair on Seth’s stomach.
“Not that I’m complaining, but why not?” Seth leaned forward and laid his weight on top of Dom, who embraced him in a way that made Seth feel like a blanket. Domenico’s heart was beating so strong, an endless rhythm that could never be stopped.
“Had to lie to him all the time, the home I was looking for wasn’t much better than the one back in Sicily. In both places, I had to hide parts of myself.”
Seth swallowed and gently kissed Dom’s ear. “I felt like that with Peter sometimes. But it was the worst in the end, when family made contact and I wanted to keep him away from it, and… yeah, it was crap.” He leaned into the touch of Domenico’s fingers on his nape. There was a question lingering on his lips since he had seen Dom kiss Silvio, and maybe now was the time to voice it. “What about a guy like Silvio though? Wouldn’t he be a good choice for you? You know, does the same job and… stuff.”
Domenico’s chest relaxed with a low exhale as Seth stared beneath the hem of his collar, at the dark hairs. “That would not work. I could never feel at ease with someone like him. I know too much about how men like us are.”
“How are we?” Seth licked his lip, and let his cheek lay against Dom’s shoulder. “Wouldn’t you understand each other? Wouldn’t that be a good thing?”
A low rumble of laughter resonated through Domenico’s chest. “What are you talking about? You’re not like me and Silvio at all.”
Seth’s heart sank. Of course. He was always on the outside. “What do you mean? We’re sort of in the same profession. Just at… uh… different job stages.”
“No. We aren’t.” Domenico brushed his fingertips up and down Seth’s nape, and pulled him closer. The scent of his body never failed to turn Seth into a big pile of goo. “I’m an executioner. I am the person you will call for the dirty jobs.”
“And… you wouldn’t want to share that with someone?” Seth whispered, soothed by the fingers and tormented by his own thoughts at the same time.
There was a moment of silence, but Dom eventually let out a sigh. “People like us are bound to be alone. Better start getting used to it.”
Seth took a deep breath and nodded, with his dirty face on a bed of Dom’s hair. It was the truth he didn’t want to hear. After all, how long could being on a mission with Dom last? They couldn’t risk contact back in Sicily, Dom could be called off somewhere else. As the Don, all eyes would be on Seth, and chances of finding someone he could be with would be zero.
Yet, when he lay there with Dom, spent and relaxed, he couldn’t help feeling less alone than ever. “I know. It’s back to random encounters in dark rooms. If I’m lucky.”
Domenico was silent for the longest moment, but then, he patted Seth’s shoulder. “We need to go.”
Chapter 14
The sky was getting gray with a herd of clouds looming above the city in a threat of downpour. They shared a sandwich from the local bakery as Dom explained the plan to Seth, sipping black coffee from a cardboard cup. It had gotten cold enough for them to wear jackets. Seth wasn’t surprised that Domenico looked stunning even dressed casual. The plan sounded easy, he was with someone experienced in what they were about to do, but the closer they were getting to Salieri’s return, the shakier Seth was becoming. Domenico on the other hand was leaning against the Volkswagen Beetle as if he were resting after a hard day’s job.
Seth squeezed his hands on the steering wheel, taking deep breaths, but the only thing that actually got him relaxed, was seeing just how calm Domenico was. When Seth saw him like that, all worry was gone. Someone had everything under control. Even the clicking of Salieri’s high heels on the pavement couldn’t get him nervous anymore.
There she was, walking slowly in a colorful coat, an expensive looking bag open as she rummaged through it, looking for something. Silvio was there too. In a pair of washed-out jeans, sneakers, and a hoodie, and with a backpack hanging from his shoulder, he could be easily mistaken for a high school student rushing back home. He kept just enough distance from Salieri for her not to notice that something was off about her situation.
Seth stirred when the streetlight above the car suddenly switched on and in the side mirror, he saw Domenico walking into the darkness of the gateway to the building Salieri lived in. It was dead quiet. He had thought it would feel like being in a movie: exciting, the taste of revenge on his tongue, but all he could feel in the darkness was fear. Every sound and sight was visceral, and as real as the hairs bristling on his arms. A dog barking in the nearby park, a light turning on in one of the windows, and the neverending clickety-clack of the stilettos, like a stampeding horse about to fall down the cliff.
Salieri kept looking into the sky, marching as fast as she could in her tall heels. Her coat floated with the gentle wind when she made the turn into the building and disappeared from sight. Seth could imagine Dom’s arms holding her in place as the sleeping shot did its job. A part of him couldn’t help feeling sorry for her, but then again, if you play with fire, you get burnt. He listened in through the half-open window, ready to act if something went wrong, but he wasn’t sure what exactly he would do.
His mouth fell open when two silhouettes exited, one tall and masculine, the other petite, stumbling as if she were drunk. It took him a whole two seconds to acknowledge that Salieri wasn’t wobbling. Domenico was dragging her limp body in a way that suggested he was just helping her into the car. Silvio walked past them, unbothered, but Seth didn’t miss the small nod of acknowledgement he gave to Dom before walking off without a word. As hot as his ass was, Seth knew there were more important things to do.
He got out of the car, trying not to move too hastily, and opened the door to the backseat for Domenico. His blood was pounding so fast he could barely hear through the throbbing in his ears. Every detail around them was setting him on edge. A car driving by in the distance. Someone smashing a bottle and swearing loudly.
“Thanks,” said Domenico as if he were dragging a box of wine, not an unconscious woman. He pushed her inside and spent some time arranging her body in the backseat. With the seat belt in place, a travel pillow at her nape, and her bag at her side, Salieri looked convincingly asleep. Seth shook his head in amazement but didn’t waste time and got back behind the steering wheel.
“Everything went smoothly?” he rasped and started the engine. It felt surreal. Domenico made the whole ordeal seem like a piece of cake. Kidnapping Vera Salieri was for him like making espresso for a barista. It took skill and experience, but was simple when you knew what to do.
“As expected. She’s a cog, not a professional.” Domenico slid into the passenger seat and lit a cigarette right away.
“Give me one.” Seth made sure he drove like a senior citizen, breaking no rules whatsoever. At least their new flat wasn’t that far away. “Will we just hold her?”
Domenico put a second cigarette into his mouth and lit it, popping it between Seth’s lips as soon as he was done. “Unless we get different orders.”
Seth took a huge gulp of smoke, but it didn’t calm him down. “What if we get… bad orders?”
Dom leaned back in the seat. “What do you mean by ‘bad’?”
“I mean… the kind of orders you,” I, “wouldn’t want to follow…”
Domenico chuckled, digging his teeth into his bottom lip. “Orders are orders. I do what I’m told to.”
“What if it’s something horrible?” Seth whispered, looking at Salieri’s face in the rearview mirror and breathing in even more smoke.
“I wouldn’t rape her, but then again, no one would ask me to do that.”
Seth clenched his teeth on the cigarette butt, annoyed that his hands were trembling on the steering wheel. Fuck, Seth, get your act together. “Y-yeah,” he uttered weakly.
“Why are you so worried? She ratted you out.” Domenico opened the window and shook off the ash outside.
“I don’t know. I just wish all of this could go away.” He wouldn’t dare look at Dom.
They didn’t talk until Seth parked the car by the entrance to their apartment building. It was well kept, but squarish and gray, probably built back when this part of town was still a district of East Berlin. Domenico didn’t wait and exited the car, rushing to get Salieri inside. They couldn’t risk anyone noticing her. Domenico had made sure there were no surveillance cameras around before he rented the place.
Seth made sure he parked in the best way possible. He found it ironic that he was such a law abiding driver as a criminal and such a reckless one when he tried to live a normal life. He followed Dom, who was already taking Salieri upstairs, and the memory of being abducted throbbed in the place where he used to have a finger. There was nothing fun about being in Berlin anymore.
“Seth, open the door,” asked Domenico quietly, but his voice still carried all over the ugly staircase.
Seth rushed up to pass him and opened the door to their apartment, which didn’t seem all that cozy all of a sudden. Pleasantries were over as soon as Domenico entered, dragging Salieri into the cell, and dropped her like a sack of potatoes. Frozen in place, Seth watched her being fastened to the very chair Domenico had fucked him in a few hours ago.
Seth stood in the middle of the living room and watched through the open door, unable to find a place for himself. Every piece of furniture had sharp edges, not a single dark corner or an inviting cushion. Seth knew Salieri deserved what was coming, that she was the cause of his misery, yet he couldn’t shake off feeling sorry for her. It looked like their landlord’s lessons paid off because Dom restrained her to the chair in no time. Though Seth suspected Dom didn’t need advice in that area.
Dom was back as soon as he locked the cell, happy as ever. “We need to celebrate. How about ordering something for dinner?” Dom proposed, pulling off his denim jacket.
“I don’t think I’m hungry, but go ahead.” Seth’s stomach was clenched into a tight ball since the moment they parked in front of Salieri’s house.
Domenico blinked at him but didn’t say a thing and walked off to the other room. Seth dropped to the couch, completely exhausted. The place was so much better than their dirty attic studio without a shower, but he couldn’t calm down, imagining their prisoner screaming in the cell. No one would hear her through the insolated walls. He took off his leather jacket and ran his fingers through his hair.
The grumble he heard from the door was enough to knot his insides.
“My favorite pizzeria doesn’t deliver here.” Domenico was frowning like an obnoxious kid.
