LOGIN*JAMIN* “Fine! Sorry… you have a big dick…” Even through the door, I could hear him stifling a laugh at the end of the sentence. “Why are you laughing?!” “Big dick Jamin… pfft…” “Stop it!” “Open the door before I break it down.” I pouted hard at the wood, still feeling the sting to my pride, but the quiet threat in his voice made me reach for the lock anyway. The second the door opened, Mister stepped in, eyes sweeping over me from head to toe. He lifted both hands and cupped my face, thumbs brushing slowly over my cheeks. “You’re so cute.” I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the way my stomach fluttered at the soft words. “But you’ve become so bratty.” His hands slid down my bare back until they settled on my ass, squeezing once. “It’s been too long since I punished you, so you’ve gotten spoiled.” The first spank landed hard and sharp. The crack of his palm against my skin echoed in the bathroom. I gasped, the s
*LEONARDO* “Leon… Leonardo.” The sound of my own name in his broken, breathless voice stopped me cold for a moment. No one had ever called me that in bed.None of the others. Not once. I had never allowed it. They called me Mister, Sir, Master…whatever I ordered. My given name stayed locked away, reserved for contracts, boardrooms, and the rare family obligation I couldn’t avoid. Letting someone say it while I was inside them had always felt like an unnecessary breach of the wall I kept between myself and anyone I fucked. There was no need. They were temporary…easily replaced…they meant nothing!But Jamin… I had told him to say it. I had wanted to hear it. And now that the soft, shaky sound of my name was leaving his mouth, something in my chest cracked open so sharply it almost hurt.He wasn’t just a plaything. I wasn’t sure he had ever been one. From the beginning he had gotten under my skin in ways none of the others ever managed. This b
*JAMIN* Free from him? I swallowed the sudden thick lump in my throat. I should want that, right?Any normal person in my situation would. He had held me against my will at the beginning when he “kind of” saved me from the loan sharks. He had taken apart every boundary I had. I was at his mercy…always needed his permission for anything and everything. Logic said I should want freedom more than anything. But right now I couldn’t even imagine it.The thought felt dreadful…like stepping off a cliff into nothing. How was I supposed to tell the man who had kept me captive that I no longer wanted to be free from him? I didn’t know how to answer, so I simply turned onto my side and faced away. The silence stretched. I felt a quiet relief when he didn’t push. After a while his voice came again, lower this time. “Your nightmares… you don’t get them anymore?” “I… they’re not as frequent when I’m with you.” “What do you mean?” I stared at the dark
*JAMIN* Now that I think about it, I really knew so little about Mister. At this point, there was almost nothing he didn’t know about me…my past, my fears, the ugly details I had never told anyone else. Yet everything I knew about him still felt surface-level. Most of it had been from online articles: third son, born from a mistress, rose higher than anyone expected. That couldn’t have been easy. Had he grown up with his mother or his father? What kind of childhood did he have? I wanted to know all of it…all about him. I hesitated, then asked carefully, “What’s… your mother like?” Mister’s expression didn’t change at first. Then he answered in a flat, almost bored voice that somehow made the words more vicious. “My mother was the scum of the earth and I’m glad she’s dead.” My mouth fell open. Whatever answer I had expected, it definitely wasn’t that. He glanced at me, eyes hard. “What? You think I’m going to make excuses like you do or giv
*JAMIN* I woke up already looking forward to the day. True to his word, Mister had cleared his schedule. We started at the Duomo. Standing in the open square in front of it, I had to tilt my head all the way back just to take in the sheer size of the cathedral. Every inch of the façade seemed covered in pale marble statues and spires that looked sharp enough to cut the sky. I must have taken twenty pictures before we even went inside. Mister waited patiently, hands in his pockets, while I moved from angle to angle like an overexcited tourist. The building was just too beautiful to rush. The rooftop was even better. We rode the elevator up and stepped out onto the terraces among a forest of marble peaks. The wind was stronger up there and smelled clean. All of Milan spread out below us in a hazy, sunlit patchwork. I kept pulling Mister toward different viewpoints, pointing at distant landmarks I couldn’t name, laughing whenever the breeze tried to
MILAN, ITALY.*JAMIN* I woke slowly, feeling properly rested. A long yawn stretched my jaw as I arched my back against the soft mattress, arms reaching above my head. “Are you trying to seduce me?” That low voice made me freeze. My eyes snapped open. Mister stood in front of the full-length mirror across the room, fingers working a dark tie into a neat knot. The mirror reflected the bed…and me, completely naked, the duvet had somehow slipped down and was barely covering my private areas. Heat flooded my face as I grabbed the covers and yanked them up to my chest. Mister’s reflection showed a small, amused chuckle. He finished the tie, swung his jacket on, then turned toward me. He nodded at the low table near the window where covered trays waited. “Have some breakfast. Lunch and dinner will be brought up to you later. I’ll be back late.” He walked over, leaned down, and pressed a brief, warm kiss to my temple before straightening.
*JAMIN* “Have you seen Caesar lately?” My co-worker, Frank asked as we both lifted bottles crates from a truck and into the warehouse. “No.”Then again, I really haven’t seen him in months. Caesar used to work some part time gigs with Frank and I. “I had found it suspicio
*LEONARDO* Jamin scurried back a bit and hurriedly explained, still on his knees. “I…I…it’s been awhile since my last master and I haven’t done it with anyone ever since. So my skills are a bit lacking…”I shut my eyes briefly in frustration. I had no time to teach anyone anything rig
*JAMIN* The mister?Mister what?Should I ask what his name was?I suddenly couldn’t find my voice. Calmly, he pulled out a chair and sat down opposite to me. “Let’s eat first.” He began and pressed a button. Two waitresses came around. “What will you like to eat, Jam
*JAMIN* No!This was the only “10k” I’ve been able to find so far.I can’t lose him!I could lie, right?A harmless little lie.So I replied. 25 wasn’t that far from 22. I’d be 25 before you know it.Me: [I’m twenty-six]Mister:[Send a picture] A picture? What does he need a picture for?







