TRISTAN'S POVGiovanni continued his assault on my mouth. He was relentless and merciless. I felt my jaw tightening probably due to accommodating his huge cock for a few minutes now. I must admit, his cock is a huge monster, even bigger than mine considering I'm already seven-plus inches.Giovanni gripped my hair, dunking my mouth into his cock. He is clearly enjoying what he was doing with me."You'll get used to sucking a man Tristan. You will soon become an expert just like my fiancee who sucked you that night." he said.Giovanni asked me to use my tongue. And just like a robot, I did it. I swirled my tongue on the head of his dick. He flinched from the sensation."Tristan it is not all about your mouth, use your hand. Squeeze and pump that dick as you suck me."Each stroke of my fucking hands I felt him getting larger and larger.Giovanni isn't done yet as without any pretense, he thrust his dick in my mouth. His dick swelled and fucking reach my throat. The sound of sucking, gagg
TRISTAN'S POVThe silence in the car was thick enough to choke on. We were headed back to my apartment, or what soon was formerly my apartment, so I could pack up my life and move into Giovanni’s mansion.I, being the naturally bubbly and, let's face it, somewhat irritatingly chatty person I am, decided to break the oppressive quiet. "Hey, Dmitri," I started, trying to keep my tone light. "How long have you been working for Giovanni?"Dmitri, who looked like he was sculpted from a block of ice, answered without even turning his head. "About ten years."Okay, terse. I could work with terse. Maybe. "Wow, ten years. Are you two, like, childhood best friends or something?""Yes," he replied, the word clipped and cold.I sighed internally. This was like pulling teeth. "Dmitri, are you always like this? Just…cold to everyone? You know, you might actually crack a smile someday, the world wouldn’t end."He finally turned to look at me, his eyes hard and unwavering. "How about you? Are you a
TRISTAN'S POV The leather seats of Dmitri’s car practically vibrated beneath me. My head was spinning, not from the speed, but from the sheer absurdity of my new reality. One minute I was scraping by in my little apartment, the next I was being chauffeured to a goddamn mansion."Do you have any suggestions on how I can survive living in the mansion?" I finally choked out, the question hanging in the tense air between us.Dmitri, barely glanced at me. "We survive by doing our job well. Avoid making mistakes. But you aren’t here to be a Soldato. You’re there to be Giovanni's… plaything. Your job is to keep the boss satisfied. Consider yourself lucky. Many men and women would kill to be in your position."Lucky? I scoffed inwardly. I was about as lucky as a lamb being led to slaughter. But I kept my mouth shut. Dmitri clearly wasn’t in the mood for my existential crisis."Does Giovanni ask all his… playthings… to live with him in the mansion?" The question slipped out before I could st
GIOVANNI'S POV The plush velvet of the couch did little to comfort me. Two women were draped on either side, the weight of their touch, once a familiar comfort, felt like a foreign imposition. Their hands exploring paths they knew well – unbuttoning my shirt, caressing my chest, teasing at my crotch. Women I handpicked, women who, in the past, would have ignited a fire within me. Tonight, they felt like nothing. Less than nothing.It all started in the basement. Tristan. Gods, even his name sent a jolt through me. Ever since Tristan… something shifted. Down there, in my gut, in my head. The way he squirmed in my touch at the basement, the desperate gasps that escaped his lips as I pushed him closer and closer to the edge… the primal sound of his pleasure as I’d filled him. That was real. This… this felt like a performance.I glanced at my watch. An hour. An hour since I’d sent Dmitri to help Tristan pack his things – his things – from that pathetic little apartment he called home. Th
GIOVANNI'S POV The front door opened, and Tristan stepped inside. He looked immaculate, innocent and pure contrary to disheveled state I imagined after his fuck session with Dmitri. He wears an all white outfit and clearly fresh from bath, his cheeks flushed. My blood simmered, a toxic brew of rage and raw jealousy. He looked like an angel, untouched, innocent. The contrast between that image and the lewd thoughts that instantly flooded my mind was almost unbearable. My cock throbbed, hard and insistent, a stark reminder of needs that two perfectly willing women a while ago had failed to even stir. Their hands on me, their whispers, had been nothing. But Tristan, just standing there, radiating a false purity, ignited me like a match to gasoline. A guttural sound escaped my throat, a sound that even startled me. "Tristan, thank you for that thing in your apartment. I enjoyed it." Fucking Dmitri said to Tristan. I'll settle my score on him next time. Tristan blinked, looking mo
GIOVANNI'S POV "No! Giovanni, you have to believe me. I would never…" He choked on the words, tears welling in his eyes. "Never what, Tristan? Never betray me? Never whore yourself out to the first man who looks your way?" The venom in my voice was corrosive, and I saw him flinch. Good. He deserved it. "Look at me, Tristan. Tell me to my face that you didn't let him touch you. Tell me, and maybe… just maybe… I'll consider believing in you." "Please, I really didn't..." he pleaded. "Liar," I hissed, releasing his chin and standing up. I turned my back on him again, needing to control the urge to strike him. "You disgust me." I said with venom. I set the flogger aside as I crossed to my dresser, pulling open the top drawer. The leather whips lay coiled within, gleaming darkly in the dim light. I selected one, the thickest one, the one I rarely used. The one that left the most lasting impression. He gasped as I turned back to him, the whip held loosely in my hand. He knew what wa
TRISTAN'S POVThe morning sunlight assaulted my eyes, spearing through the gap in the heavy drapes. My whole body screamed in protest, a chorus of throbbing aches and sharp stabs. "Arggggg," I groaned, the sound muffled by the unfamiliar silk sheets.Panic clawed at me. Where was I? The room was opulent, decorated in shades of grey and silver, a stark contrast to my cramped apartment. Then, like a brutal slap, memory flooded back. Giovanni.This was his room."Arggggg," I hissed again, involuntarily curling into myself. My fingers grazed the raw, tender skin of my back, mapping the landscape of bruises and cuts. Each one is a testament to Giovanni's brutal passion. Or was it just brutality? I couldn't tell anymore.The sound of rushing water filled the silence. Giovanni. My breath hitched. He was here. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. The shower stopped, and I braced myself, every muscle tense.The bathroom door opened, and there he was. Giovann
GIOVANNI'S POVThe leather seat of my armored SUV felt too smooth against my skin. Usually, the weight of responsibility, the anticipation of strategy sessions with my Bratva brothers, filled my head. Today, however, my thoughts were a tangled mess, all revolving around Tristan.Damn him.Last night had been... a controlled demolition. I punished him, yes, for the transgression he committed – I couldn't even remember the exact slight, the justification felt flimsy even to me. But the punishment… it had been as much for me as it was for him. A release, a claiming. A twisted, possessive act of control.And the worst part? I craved it. I craved him.The memory of his soft skin beneath my hands, the way he trembled at my touch, the defiance that flickered in his eyes before being drowned out by... something else. Something that echoed the dark desire that churned within me. It was intoxicating. It was dangerous.I nearly lost control. I have been on the razor's edge of needing to possess
TRISTAN'S POV My blood simmered, a low, angry hum thrumming beneath my skin. Giovanni's words echoed in my head, each syllable a tiny, stinging barb."A plaything," he'd sneered, his eyes cold and dismissive. "Just a sex toy."Just.The word felt like a brand, searing itself onto my soul. How dare he? How dare he reduce me to nothing more than a body to be used and discarded at his whim? It wasn't like I had asked for this. He was the one who pulled me into this gilded cage, this life of luxury and servitude, and now he acted as if I was the one clinging on for dear life.The hypocrisy was suffocating. He couldn't stand the thought of me being with anyone else, the possessive rage that flared in his eyes whenever the topic was even broached was terrifying. And yet, he had the audacity to look down on me, to treat me like I was beneath him. As if I was the one who benefited the most in this twisted arrangement. I needed to get out of the penthouse right now.I stormed out of his bedr
GIOVANNI'S POVI couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. A murderous, predatory gaze locked onto Tristan, who lay pinned beneath me, a canvas of vulnerable flesh and simmering defiance. The immediate lust that had been thrumming through me, hardening my erection, evaporated, replaced by a sudden, scorching anger.Tristan, my plaything, my possession, had just openly questioned me. A question that twisted like a knife in my gut. He’d asked why, if I saw him as nothing more than a temporary amusement, I wasn’t allowing him to seek pleasure elsewhere. Why wasn't I letting him fuck someone else, or be fucked by someone else?The audacity!A surge of fury flooded my system, hot and volatile. How dare he? How dare he even entertain the thought, let alone voice it aloud? Was he really this insatiable? A cock-and-cum-hungry slut who couldn't be satisfied by me? Hadn't I quenched his… urges, enough?I had painstakingly convinced myself that Tristan was just a plaything, albeit a particularly exq
TRISTAN'S POVThe sunlight, a brazen intruder, sliced through the gap in the curtains, stabbing me awake. I groaned, a pathetic sound swallowed by the silence of the room. Should have checked that damn curtains last night. My body screamed in protest as I pushed myself up, a symphony of aches and throbs echoing the relentless rhythm Giovanni had hammered into me.Giovanni. A curse word whispered in the dark recesses of my mind.I sat on the edge of the obscenely large bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, stretching limbs that felt stretched too thin. Every muscle protested, a testament to the brutal pleasure Giovanni had extracted. Pleasure? A bitter laugh escaped my lips. More like… ownership. My ass throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, a constant reminder of his possessive claim.My boxers felt tight. Oh great. Morning wood. Seriously? After the multiple orgasms Giovanni had wrung out of me last night, the last thing I needed was this inconvenient surge of blood.I practically bol
GIOVANNI'S POVMy chest heaved, thick and heavy like the musk of sex and sweat that still clung to my skin as I walked out of the room, leaving Tristan behind. "You did well tonight, Tristan. I'm pretty sure our audience in the next room was very satisfied, especially with your moans. I'll send him away now. I'll have someone show you to your room."Those words, spoken with a cool detachment that belied the firestorm raging within me, echoed in my head. Tristan's response to my touch had been…exquisite. The defiance was still there, a spark in his eyes that I couldn't quite extinguish, but beneath it, I sensed a flicker of something else. Something akin to pleasure. The genuine quality of his moans, the unrestrained release of his cum, it all fueled an insatiable desire within me to have him, again and again.I've always been a man of fleeting interests, discarding my bed partners as easily as I changed my clothes. I’m usually done with a man after a night, maybe two. But Tristan… Tr
TRISTAN'S POVThe dimly lit room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of our bodies, the air thick with the scent of sweat and lust. Giovanni’s breath came in ragged gasps as he slammed into me, the mirror in front of us reflecting our raw, unfiltered passion. My hands flat against the mirror, a handprint from my sweated hands was imprinted in the smooth surface of the mirror due force of Giovanni’s thrusts. "You’re mine, Tristan," Giovanni growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Say it. Say you’re mine."I don't know why he keep repeating that question. It's like a broken tape that continues on playing. It is as if he wants it to emphasize to someone. My head lolled back, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. "Y-yours," I stammered, my voice hoarse and broken. Giovanni’s lips curled into a smirk, but there was no warmth in it—only a cold, possessive hunger. "Not good enough," he sneered, pulling me out abruptly. I winced as Giovanni’s
TRISTAN'S POV"Climb into bed now. Get on all fours, facing the mirror. I'm going to wreck that slut hole." Giovanni ordered me.I can still taste his cum in my mouth.Giovanni’s towering figure loomed behind me, his presence heavy and suffocating. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, a stark contrast to the cold anger in his eyes. Giovanni’s jealousy was palpable, a storm brewing in his chest, and I knew I was the cause of it.I thought he was already done reminding me of my transgressions. But I was wrong."You’ve been spending your free time with him," Giovanni growled, his voice low and dangerous. The word him was laced with venom, a clear reference to Andy, the man I had befriended recently. Giovanni’s possessiveness was no secret as I already saw it last time, but I had never seen him like this—rage twisting his features, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "You think I wouldn’t notice? You think I’d let you slip away so easily?"I swallowed hard, my thr
GIOVANNI'S POVThe sight of Tristan, just as I had envisioned him countless times, sent a wave of satisfaction crashing over me. Naked. Bound. Blindfolded. Utterly at my mercy. It was a sight I had meticulously crafted in my mind, a vision fueled by a potent blend of desire and dominance. Seeing it realized, however, was intoxicating in a way I hadn’t anticipated.What amused me most was Tristan's defiance. Anyone else in his position would have been groveling, begging for a mere sliver of my attention. The women, the whores, they'd practically dislocate their jaws trying to swallow me whole, hoping for a taste of paradise, a fleeting moment of my favor. And the men... they'd offer up their holes, their fortunes, their reputations, loyalty, anything to be acknowledged.Had anyone else dared to challenge my authority so brazenly, particularly in front of an audience, they'd be decorating the bottom of the ocean or fertilizing the soil six feet under. But Tristan... Tristan was differ
TRISTAN'S POV"Tristan, you're here. I finally found you. Have you enjoyed your little tour with him... your new friend?"My blood ran cold. Giovanni. He was here. The casual, almost conversational tone was more terrifying than any shout could ever be. I slowly lowered my hand, my eyes adjusting to the harsh glare of the headlights. Giovanni stood by the open car door, his face obscured by the shadows, but his presence was undeniable.Beside me, Andy stiffened, his arm dropping from my shoulder as if it had been burned. He took a hesitant step back, his eyes wide with fear."Giovanni…" I started, trying to sound casual, trying to diffuse the tension that was so thick it felt like I could choke on it. "We were just exploring. Andy was showing me around."Giovanni chuckled, a low, unsettling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Exploring? How… quaint. And you're Andy?, how… obliging of you to entertain and touch my subject."Andy didn’t speak. He just stared at the ground, his thin f
TRISTAN'S POVGiovanni's words echoed in my mind as he left the room. Before he strode out of the door, he looked back, "By the way, you can go outside this room now. You can roam around the estate but don't you dare make anything funny. Tristan, don't do anything that will make me angry. Understand?"Finally, something good to hear, so I obediently answered back, "Yes, yes, Giovanni, I'll behave well."The moment he disappeared from view, I immediately leaped out of bed. I don't know how long I cowered there.I joyfully turned the doorknob and found it was really unlocked. Since I knew that I couldn't leave the estate easily, might as well check it out and try to enjoy my stay here.As soon as I exited Giovanni's room... which had become my temporary prison cell for hours, I breathed a sigh of relief.I walked towards one of the guards standing in the corridor and greeted him cheerfully. I patted his shoulder to get his attention."Hello, can I ask the way out here? I want to go to t