CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

I felt my balls begin to tighten meant that I was close. I closed my eyes to sink into the pleasure as I fucked Luca's mouth and imagined my our last session with Eli.

His body tied to the bed in the red room, fully surrendered to us. His cute but big dick, hard, in the air, ready for either of us. I never got to taste him that day and I wish I did.

I imagined him on his knees right now with my dick in his mouth, tears streaming down his face as I fucked him relentlessly.

“Eli…” with one last trust, I released deep in Luca's throat and the boss swallowed it all.

I opened my eyes and looked at Eli. This was a lesson, Elias needed to understand something, I owned him now.

He had infiltrated my home. My life and I had let him in. That was the part that fucked with me the most.

I had started to trust him.

I had started to care and maybe, just maybe there was more to his feelings. He tried to fuck me over.

And now? Now he was paying for it. Luca knew exactly what to do, exactly how to push me over the edge, and Elias?

Elias watched because he had no choice. His breath had turned ragged, his jaw clenched so tight I thought he’d crack a tooth.

His fingers curled into fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms.

I wanted him to ache with need. I needed him ro know that no matter how much he wanted this, no matter how badly he craved it I was in control and will always be.

Luca wiped his mouth, licking his lips as he glanced at Elias with amusement.

“He did well,” he murmured, adjusting his clothes. “Didn’t even flinch.”

I smirked, stepping closer to Elias, watching as his throat bobbed when I reached out and brushed a single finger over his lips.

“Good boy,” I murmured.

And just like that I walked away.

Leaving him totally and utterly wrecked.

(Eli's pov)

“You may leave.” Luca ordered me as he walked away.

I turned on my heels, heading up the stairs to my room. I slammed the door to my room shut behind me, pressing my back against it as I sucked in a shaky breath.

My hands were trembling. My entire body was on edge, filled with so much tension that I thought it might snap.

I ran my fingers through my hair, gripping at the strands tightly and pulling, trying to ground myself.

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fucking fair.

I wanted them.

I wanted them both so badly it hurt.

But I had fucked up. I had lied. I had infiltrated their world, pretended to be someone I wasn’t. I had earned this punishment.

I deserved it.

And this? This was the price I had to pay.

I exhaled sharply, forcing my gaze downward and groaned when I saw the problem.

My erection was painful, straining against the fabric of my sweatpants demanding attention, demanding relief.

I could give it what it wants.

I could take care of it myself.

One hand, a few strokes, and this unbearable ache would be gone.

But that wasn’t what I wanted.

I wanted them. I wanted Matteo. I wanted Luca.

I wanted their hands, their mouths, their touch, their control. I wanted to be theirs and Matteo had made it very clear that I wasn’t allowed to touch myself.

Not now.

Not later.

Not ever unless he said so.

I groaned again, this time in frustration, dragging both hands down my face. I would obey.

I had to and I wanted to.

I wanted to be their good boy.

Forever.

No matter what it took.

A cold shower was my only option.

I stripped down everything, walked to the bathroom and stepped under the freezing spray, hissing as the cold water shocked my overheated skin.

It was unbearable.

And exactly what I needed.

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stand still, forcing myself to endure it until my body cooled down.

Until the ache faded.

Until the need became manageable.

By the time I stepped out, I was shivering, my muscles tight with tension, my body exhausted.

But I felt lighter.

I wasn't satisfied. Not even close.

But I was obedient and that was enough. I dried off, threw on a boxer and got into bed but my mind refused to shut off.

I replayed every moment of tonight over and over again, from the way Matteo had kissed Luca, to the way Luca had gone down on his knees without a moment of hesitation, the way he had sucked Matteo and the way Matteo had made me watch.

To the way he had looked at me after.

"Good boy."

I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the sheets.

I wanted to hear him say it again.

I wanted to earn it and I was going to.

I clenched my fists. This wasn’t just punishment—this was a lesson. A test of my submission and I had to prove myself.

I could feel a boner forming the more I thought about it, the more I remembered them and the more I wished they were right here next to me. 

I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts.

And with that, I finally allowed myself to sleep.