Page 67 of Unfettered

“Then starting out with me is even better. The Agnellino knows not to overstep. Give him time to get to know you. You both have points in common… Your childhoods. Your love of Antonio. Don’t close an avenue just because you think it’s too hard, Sweet Boy.”

I nod in agreement, even if I’d rather sit through another lecture from my uncle than put myself out there with Jude, only to be turned away. Still… For Tennant, I’ll do whatever he needs. And for Antonio.

It doesn’t take long to finish our course. This time, Aldo comes out carrying just one plate. While the other staff takes care of our previous course, he puts a beautifully decadent piece of tiramisu in the middle of our table, along with two spoons.

“Since this is the first time you’ve brought a date with you, I wanted to make sure you had your favorite.”

With nothing more than a duck of his head, he quickly disappears, leaving us both in stunned silence. A date. What the hell?! And yet… Fuck, that’s exactly what this is, isn’t it?

I look at Tennant, shocked amazement reflected back at me. We must both find the situation crazy. He laughs and I join in, and the release of tension is exactly what I needed. Quirking my lips into a smile, I take a bite of the creamy dessert.

Neither of us say anything while we polish off the tiramisu. It’s not uncomfortable. If anything, being with Tennant like this… It’s easy. It’s natural in ways I never expected. The only person who ever made me feel like this was Lio. I mentally decide I need to take my Boy on a date as well, because this…this has been perfect.

Knowing Aldo won’t bring me a check, I grab my wallet, taking out several bills and leaving them on the table. Tennant stares at me for a moment, before he also adds a few bills to the pile. It’s far more than what they charge, but Aldo refuses to take my money directly. This is a small way I can make reparations for the damage my family inflicted on theirs. Even if it’s true that they consider me part of their family, it’s…going to take a while to accept it.

I step out of the booth and hold my hand out for Tennant, not breathing as I wait to see what happens. When he places his hand in mine, and slides out of the booth, I barely remember to start breathing again, because fuck. His height is perfect, and up close, those eyes of his are even more arresting.

“It looks like we should get out of here…” he murmurs quietly, and I nod my head, tugging him toward the front door.

Part of me wishes I could say something witty, but fuck if it wouldn’t come out corny right now. Something about this being a dream come true or some shit. But as soon as I get him alone, all bets are off, because while I may not be able to find the words, I know I can show him exactly what this meant to me. And thank fuck we’ve got the limo.

I’m antsy the entire time it takes for the limo to pull up to the front. Enough that Tennant leans into my space, hooks his fingers through my belt loops and pulls me close.

“Sweet Boy, are you having problems settling?”

Fuck. That voice. I now understand Emilio’s reaction when I’d crank up the Daddy in me, because, shit. Hot. I shudder, my cock hardening even further, and if it weren’t for the fact that we still weren’t in the limo, I’d be on his dick so fast…

“Sorry, Daddy. I just need you.”

His eyes darken, and his lips form a snarl of carnal need that matches my own. He presses his lips against mine in a crushing kiss, demanding I take what he gives, and I groan in sheer pleasure as I give in to his tongue invading my mouth.

Fucking. Hell. This man may kill me. But fuck if I’d have any regrets.

As soon as the driver opens the door to the back of the limo, I push Daddy inside, practically crawling in after him. Thank fuck the partition between the driver and us passengers is up, or he’d get a hell of a show.

The growl from Tennant as he grips my chin, trying to force me to slow, does nothing to extinguish the flames of sheer need that are enveloping me. Hell, it merely pushes me higher. Pulling back, I’m surprised to find I’m panting, but shit if it should be a surprise.

“Daddy, please. Let me pleasure you,” I beg, my hands shaking as I reach for his belt.

“Aww, does my Sweet Boy want to play with his Daddy?”

Moaning, I nod enthusiastically. “Please, that’s all I want.”

Using his strength, he swiftly readjusts us until he’s sitting up, and I can slide onto the floor of the limo. “There will be consequences, but if you want to play, I’ll let you.”

Consequences. The word barely penetrates my lust-filled brain, but fuck if I can even think about them right now. Not when he’s offering himself up like a sacrifice.

I tear at his belt and the opening to his pants. He captures my hands, slowing me as he helps unfasten everything. The whine that tears from my throat is unrecognizable. There’s a part of me that marvels at it, at my total loss of control. But in a way that’s safe, that won’t hurt him—or me.

When his pants and underwear are pushed down, my mouth salivates at the sight of his dick. Without waiting, I strike, my mouth quickly sucking it. I swirl my tongue around the head, needing to get it plenty wet for my next plan. If he’s giving me the option to play… I’m not going to pass it up.

The taste is overwhelming, but I concentrate the best I can on making this good for him. If it weren’t for my jaw getting too tired, I’d do this for hours. Simply giving him pleasure. Somehow, it means more to me than my own.

When a groan escapes Daddy, it sends a shot of adrenaline through me. Success. It’s…mind-blowing in a way I didn’t think was possible. I suck harder, sneaking my hand to his balls and rolling them gently in my hand. He hisses when I get a little rough, and his fingers wrap in my hair as he stills me.

It flips something in me when he takes over, forcing me to take him, over and over again. I gag, trying to remember to breathe through my nose. For once, the memories of the past stay quiet as the scent of sex permeates the limo, reminding me who I’m with.

Only when I think I’m about to pass out does he let up. I gulp in deep breaths of air before kissing his thighs, worshipping him. The limo affords me far more area to move, even if it’s still slightly limited. I have my shoes, pants, and underwear off in record time, and I climb onto Daddy’s lap like it’s my sole goal in life. Thankfully, I have a lube packet with me, because I’m horny enough that I’d take him without it. And since this is only the second time I’ve given my ass up willingly… Yeah, lube is my friend.