Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“Are you going to behave from now on?” Valenti heard Conrad growl as he watched the scene at the front of the table play out.
“Yes, Master.” Julio’s voice was breathy now, his eyes bright and his full mouth swollen from the punishing kisses he had just received. But he looked just as happy as a pig in shit, as O’Brian might have said.
Valenti couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to take his partner’s mouth like that, to hold O’Brian down and kiss him until he couldn’t breathe. Or to be held down himself. Again he felt his cock throb in his pants.
Am I going to spend every minute we’re here in a constant state of arousal? Valenti wondered in dismay. Better jerk off when I go to bed tonight. Then he remembered that he and O’Brian were going to be sleeping in the same bed, and he nearly groaned -- no relief in sight. At the head of the table, Conrad and his boy were wrapping up their little performance.
“To whom do you belong?” Conrad asked, running one lean finger along the side of his boy toy’s brown cheek.
“You, Master. Only and always to you,” Julio whispered, and Valenti could tell he meant it. Unlike the cool gray shark-eyes Conrad had fixed on him, the twinkie’s were full of love and adoration. He’s just playing with the boy -- but the boy thinks it’s the real thing, Valenti realized. Julio was going to be in for a nasty shock if Conrad ever got tired of him.
“Go upstairs and wait for me,” Conrad ordered. “I expect to find you naked in my bed, on your hands and knees, ready to be fucked when I arrive. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Julio breathed, and Valenti realized this was what the boy had been angling for all along -- punishment. Should he be treating O’Brian the same way Conrad was treating Julio? He had no clue. The image of his partner naked, on his hands and knees in the middle of that vast expanse of mattress in their suite, leaped into his mind, and Valenti suddenly had difficulty getting a deep enough breath. The lightly tanned skin rippling with tense muscles, the thick, heavy cock growing hard between his partner’s spread thighs, and O’Brian’s eyes, a drowning, deep sea-green looking at him -- looking back over his shoulder as he invited Valenti to touch him, to take him, to fuck him ... No -- he had to stop thinking like this. Had to concentrate on the situation at hand and the goal of bringing Conrad to justice, as O’Brian had said. Still, that image of his partner wouldn’t leave his head.
“Well, show’s over for now.” The voice to his left startled Valenti, and he turned to find a well-dressed gentleman with thinning reddish hair and round glasses, who was probably ten or fifteen years older than Valenti, speaking to him.
“I’m sorry?” he said uncertainly. “Show?”
“Yes, it’s the same thing every night. Julio flounces in pitching attitude, and Conrad has to discipline him. Frankly, I think Conrad’s getting a little tired of it -- his twink had better cool it a little, or he’ll find his tight ass out on the street, where Conrad got him in the first place. There’s no shortage of tight asses in this place, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.” The man grinned genially and raised a fluted wineglass to his lips.
“Oh, uh, yes. Yes, of course,” Valenti said, remembering his role. Although the only tight ass he had been noticing lately was his partner’s.
“But let me introduce myself, at least, before we start gossiping. I’m just an old queen, and you know how we queens love to dish the dirt.” The man smiled again, this time almost flirtatiously, and held out a pale hand for Valenti to shake. Valenti took it, noticing how soft the palm was. “I’m Paul McGillis. Pleased to meet you. My.” He winced slightly. “That’s quite a grip you have there.”
“Sorry.” Valenti loosed his hand immediately. “Didn’t mean to. The name’s Valenti -- Charles Valenti.”
“Well, Mr. Valenti -- or may I call you Charles?” Valenti nodded, and the man continued. “Charles, then, and please call me Paul. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Am I correct in assuming this is your first time at the RamJack?”
“Well, yes,” Valenti replied evasively. “I ... uh ... only recently heard about it, and I thought I’d try it out.”
“First time out of the closet, hmm?” The reddish eyebrows rose inquisitively above the mild blue eyes, and for some absurd reason Valenti found he was blushing.
“It’s that obvious, huh?” he asked, deciding he’d better play along.
“Oh, yes, I’m afraid so. But let me be the first to welcome you -- to the RamJack and the scene.”
“The scene?” Valenti asked, pretending to pick at the food in front of him and noticing that O’Brian was listening intently to the whole conversation. Good, they could compare notes later.