TWO WEEKS after I moved into Gio’s apartment, work had become almost nonexistent. I still tried to do things for him, but he didn’t seem to have much to offer in the way of tasks. I began to wonder if he had only hired me to get close to me, because he certainly didn’t seem to have a legitimate need for an assistant. I had come to understand that he had people taking care of most everything for him, and he was essentially just the money man behind the scenes.

He took me out to nice dinners and to the mall, and once we even played miniature golf. We never acted like we were on a date, at least not where other people could see or hear, but we knew the truth.

Gio would whisper things to me when he thought no one was looking. Sweet things that made my heart ache, and naughty things that made my dick get hard.

At the apartment, we would eat and cuddle up in front of the TV together. And of course we made love. Gio wanted me so often now, I had started keeping myself lubed for him.

Good boy, he would say when he found me ready. And I would flush hot with need, and with an overwhelming sense of pride I couldn’t quite explain.

He bought me things, too. Ridiculous things that I didn’t need, like a Rolex watch and a three-hundred-dollar pair of sneakers. The couple of times I tried to protest, he had looked at me with such longing in his eyes that I’d given in. Who was I to deny a man a little happiness?

Besides, I was happy, too. In the span of fourteen days, my old life had evaporated into thin air. As far as I was concerned, it had never existed. I had never existed. Not before Gio.

One night as I had just gotten undressed to get into the shower, Gio came into the bedroom. He had been meeting with some people in town, so he was all dressed up in his sexy suit. As soon as he came through the door, I knew this wasn’t playful mini-golf Gio, or romantic dinner and making love Gio.

Tonight he was the businessman. My favorite. The one who could make grown men wither with one glance of his icy blue eyes. The one I had fallen in love with.

“What are you doing in here all naked and alone?” he asked, coming so close I could smell his cologne and the scents of the city that lingered on his clothes and hair.

“About to hop in the shower,” I said. “And thinking of you.”

“Yeah?” His eyebrows went up. “What were you thinking?”

“That I need a nickname for you. Can I call you G?” I traced my finger back and forth along the smooth surface of his gold chain.

“No,” Gio said. “Absolutely not.”

“You call me all sorts of sweet things, but I have nothing for you. How about Gigi?” I smiled up at him, hopeful.

“Are you trying to emasculate me, Peter?”

“I don’t think that would be possible. You’re the most masculine man I know. But now that we’re intimate, I need a pet name for you. Something no one else has ever called you, or will ever call you. Only me.”

He gave me a dark, unflinching look I knew well, and my stomach bottomed out.

“You really want to call me something?” He stalked me backwards across the room until my thighs hit the bed. He grabbed my wrist and snatched me flush up against him, his face only a few centimeters from mine. “You can call me Daddy.”

“Daddy?” I squeaked.

“Isn’t that what I am?” He asked, his voice a caress. “I feed you, take care of you, buy you everything you want.”

“But you also, ummm…”

“Fuck you?” He chuckled low in his throat. “Yes, I do. As often as possible. I can’t get enough of you.”

I swallowed, fighting off a swoon. My knees were weak, and I was in danger of going down.

He brought his lips to mine, just barely tickling the surface of my skin. “Do I fuck you good, Peter?” He ran a hand around my side and down to my ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing gently.

I nodded, breathing against his lips as my eyes fluttered closed. Then he kissed me. Just a tiny breath of a kiss.

“Say it.” He squeezed my ass again, harder this time, and the motion pulled my asshole taut. Nerve endings lit up, sending prickles of sensation all the way into my body.

“You fuck me sooo good,” I whispered, clenching my hole, needing him inside me.

“Lie down on the bed and spread your legs for me.”

I did as he asked, bending my knees and spreading my legs wide, the soles of my feet resting flat on the mattress. I bit my bottom lip and ran a hand slowly down my chest and my abs, stopping just shy of my dick. I knew he liked looking at me, and I wanted to give him a show, to tempt him into giving me what I wanted in return.

He climbed on top of me, bringing his face close to mine once again. A blue flame raged within his eyes, igniting my entire being like a summer brush fire.

“You like my big cock, too, don’t you?” He rutted against me, and I could feel his erection straining within his slacks. The feel of the fabric against my naked skin made me even harder.

“Yes,” I said, running the palms of my hands down the back of his dress shirt.

But Gio wanted more than a simple yes. He pressed his erection into mine so hard it was almost painful.

“Oh, God, yes. I love your big cock,” I said, knowing what he wanted to hear. I wrapped my legs around his waist and writhed against him as if I thought he could penetrate me with his clothes on.

“Are you ready for me?” He unwound my legs from his body, lifted onto his knees on the edge of the bed, and pressed a finger to my hole, pushing in just enough to confirm that I was lubed. When my muscles clenched and grabbed at his fingertip, the barest hint of a smile tipped the corner of his lips.

“Good boy,” he said, unfastening his pants and bringing out his cock. He leaned in, supporting himself with one hand on the bed, and pressed the head against my opening without going in. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” I gasped, tensing in anticipation.

“Tell me,” he said.

He wanted me to talk. I could do that.

“Fuck me,” I said.

He pushed again, but not enough to enter me. He was teasing me.

“You can do better than that, Peter. Ask me nicely.” He rocked against me a few times, the tip of his dick just barely stretching my hole.

God, I wanted him inside me. The teasing was unbearable.

“Please fuck me.” I dug my feet into the bed and pulled closer to him, trying to force him to enter me.

“Not good enough.” He moved just out of reach and smiled. “Say please fuck me, Daddy.”

I froze, my eyes going wide. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I tried to ignore the flutter in my belly at the thought of saying those words. Because it was awful, wasn’t it? It was perverted and sick and shameful. So why was my dick getting harder?

“Come on, you can do it,” he coaxed. “Say please…”

“Please,” I repeated, the word earning me another teasing push of his tip against my hole.

“Fuck,” he prompted.

“Fuck,” I said, sighing when he rocked into me just a little harder.

“Me,” he said, grinning as he waited for me to repeat it.

“Me.” Another push, and this time his head nearly breached my opening.

He paused dramatically, leering down at me before he said, “Daddy.”

My heart jumped in my chest. I opened my mouth, then closed it. Could I do it? I didn’t want to, but God, I did want to. So much. But if I said it, he would know. He would know I got off on it. He would know I was bad.

But he was bad, wasn’t he? Because he got off on it, too.

I squeezed my eyes shut and sealed my fate. “Daddy.”

He worked the head of his dick just inside me and stilled. “All together now,” he said. “Open your eyes and tell me what you want me to do.”

I opened my eyes, feeling the burn in my ass. I was too far gone to turn back now. I locked my eyes onto his, and the words tumbled from my lips.

“Please fuck me, Daddy.”

“Good boy,” he growled pushing into me with such force I cried out. He lowered his head to mine and bit my earlobe. “Such a good boy,” he whispered before pounding into me over and over and over again.

His cock felt massive in my ass. I wondered if, like me, he was harder than usual. It certainly seemed that way, because he was out of control. He fucked like a mindless animal, as if his head had never entertained another thought besides breeding me.

His good boy.

I loved the way he was in that moment, grunting and pounding into my body as he hovered over me, his hair and eyes wild. He was fierce and reckless, and I had never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.

I wanted to devour him and be devoured by him. I wanted to tether myself to him and refuse to leave. I wanted to marry him. For Christ’s sake, I wanted to have his babies.

Because I needed to be his fucking everything, just like I needed him to be mine.

Suddenly he pulled out of me and hunched over, simultaneously stroking my cock and taking it into his mouth. He pumped the shaft roughly while sucking and lapping at the tip, relentlessly working me over until my hips bucked up off the bed and I was groaning and spewing everywhere. All over his face, his hair, my chest.

Before the last drop had fallen, Gio slammed his cock back into me and ground out his release, his hot seed filling me up and making me whole.

When he was done, he remained hovering over me, trembling and trying to catch his breath. Then he sat back onto his knees and pulled both his shirt and undershirt over his head in one smooth motion. He used them to wipe his face before tossing them onto the floor beside the bed. Then he rolled onto his side and pulled me into his arms.

He rubbed my hair, soothing me, and I nuzzled into his neck and closed my eyes, letting out a contented sigh. His arms felt so damn good around me, like they could erase eighteen years of misery with just one squeeze.

“I’m in love with you,” he said softly.

I jerked, my eyes flying open. I tried to lean away, to see his face, but Gio tightened his grip on me and kept me right where I was.

“Don’t look at me,” he said. “Just close your eyes and listen.”

I nodded and did as he asked. Euphoria had me dizzy, and my heart thumped hard against my chest wall, as if trying to break free and fly.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” he said. “Never wanted anyone or anything like I want you. From the moment you walked into my life, there’s been nothing else. Work, parties, eating, showering, sleeping… these are all just marking time until I can get back to you. I’m not alive when you’re out of my sight, and when I’m with you, I’m fucking immortal. The level of my obsession is staggering, Peter. I tell you this not because I’m an emotional man, and not because I want to make you feel good. Pretty words and romance mean nothing to me. But you need to know, right here, tonight… I’m never going to let you go. You belong to me, for better or worse. Forever. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

“I think so,” I said. “But you make it sound like a threat.”

“Because it is, baby.” He kissed the top of my head and sighed. “It’s the sincerest threat I’ve ever made.”