didn’t care what I’d think about your little
escapade behind my back.”
Seth squirmed in his grip, but there was
nowhere his ass could escape the intrusion. No one had ever treated
him with such utter disrespect. Except for Domenico, of course. Of
course. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he did his best not to cry,
just rasping for breath. Any memory of an erection was now long
gone. He grabbed one of the shelves, but nothing could help. It was
as if the walls of the pantry closed around him, ready to bury any
glimpse of free will and comfort forever.
“Are you sorry now that you’re getting
punished?” whispered Domenico, keeping Seth completely still.
“I’m sorry,” he uttered.
All he wanted was for Dom to stop. This wasn’t fun or sexy at all.
He didn’t understand. He thought Dom had other lovers. Why
was he not
allowed to? The answer came without him having to voice the
question.
“Have you forgotten you’re mine? How dare
you?” rasped Domenico, all tense on top of him.
Seth didn’t even notice he pushed a jar off
the shelf, only reminded of it when he heard a sharp sound of glass
breaking. How could the fucker be so strong? Seth thought they were
past fucking for power. That Dom wouldn’t hurt him this way again.
“You fuck around as well! How can you do this to me?”
A harsh laugh teased his nape, and with a
last flash of pain, the finger was out. “I don’t want to stick my
cock into your slutty hole. Who else did you fuck behind my back,
huh?”
Seth’s face was red with embarrassment as he
tried to pull up his pants. He had foolishly believed this sort of
fighting was behind them. “No one,” he whimpered, annoyed at the
sound of his voice being so shaky.
Domenico wiped his hand with a paper
handkerchief and slouched forward, arched like an aggressive cat.
“You cheating pig.”
Seth turned around under him, zipping up his
pants, and pushed at Dom’s knee without much force. “It’s a fucking
misunderstanding.” With his pants up he could breathe again, try to
assess the situation. limoncello wasn’t helping.
“Oh, yeah?” growled Domenico, moving to sit a
few inches away from him. “It looked all too clear to me.”
Seth wished there was somewhere he could
move away as well. The way Domenico treated him just now made him
numb all over. “I didn’t know we were exclusive! I thought I was…
I’m sorry,” he said, hiding his face in the shadow when it occurred
to him that Dom might be in fact treating him more seriously than
he had imagined. Yet Domenico had no right to violate him this
way.
“You were what ?” snapped Domenico,
looking back at him with a scowl. His face looked unreal with the
glow from outside sharply dividing his face between light and
shadow. “I told you you’re mine, I take care of you. Can’t be more
explicit than that.”
Seth swallowed, barely breathing, with a face
so hot he could fry eggs on it. “You want only me?” he whispered,
more confused than anything else.
Domenico groaned, looking at the floor. “You
wouldn’t find me getting sucked off by another man, that’s for
sure. I’m known for my loyalty.”
“I was confused. Santo told me your
girlfriend was like the second coming of Angelina Jolie or some
shit. How was I supposed to know…? And that guy was there, and I
was... sad.” Seth wished he had more of that limoncello right
now.
Domenico slouched, his fingers sliding into
the long hair. “What the fuck? Of course I pretend having
girlfriends!”
Seth sucked his lips into his mouth, feeling
like an idiot. “I don’t know what got into me,” he said, though the
pain in his ass reminded him of how badly he got treated. Not to
mention the gun in his face. Dom promised not to do that ever
again, and yet he broke that promise. Could Seth ever truly trust
him?
“I’ll tell you what got into you.” Domenico
crawled closer to Seth and looked into his eyes, still sharp like a
serrated dagger. “You wanted to come,
escapade behind my back.”
Seth squirmed in his grip, but there was
nowhere his ass could escape the intrusion. No one had ever treated
him with such utter disrespect. Except for Domenico, of course. Of
course. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he did his best not to cry,
just rasping for breath. Any memory of an erection was now long
gone. He grabbed one of the shelves, but nothing could help. It was
as if the walls of the pantry closed around him, ready to bury any
glimpse of free will and comfort forever.
“Are you sorry now that you’re getting
punished?” whispered Domenico, keeping Seth completely still.
“I’m sorry,” he uttered.
All he wanted was for Dom to stop. This wasn’t fun or sexy at all.
He didn’t understand. He thought Dom had other lovers. Why
was he not
allowed to? The answer came without him having to voice the
question.
“Have you forgotten you’re mine? How dare
you?” rasped Domenico, all tense on top of him.
Seth didn’t even notice he pushed a jar off
the shelf, only reminded of it when he heard a sharp sound of glass
breaking. How could the fucker be so strong? Seth thought they were
past fucking for power. That Dom wouldn’t hurt him this way again.
“You fuck around as well! How can you do this to me?”
A harsh laugh teased his nape, and with a
last flash of pain, the finger was out. “I don’t want to stick my
cock into your slutty hole. Who else did you fuck behind my back,
huh?”
Seth’s face was red with embarrassment as he
tried to pull up his pants. He had foolishly believed this sort of
fighting was behind them. “No one,” he whimpered, annoyed at the
sound of his voice being so shaky.
Domenico wiped his hand with a paper
handkerchief and slouched forward, arched like an aggressive cat.
“You cheating pig.”
Seth turned around under him, zipping up his
pants, and pushed at Dom’s knee without much force. “It’s a fucking
misunderstanding.” With his pants up he could breathe again, try to
assess the situation. limoncello wasn’t helping.
“Oh, yeah?” growled Domenico, moving to sit a
few inches away from him. “It looked all too clear to me.”
Seth wished there was somewhere he could
move away as well. The way Domenico treated him just now made him
numb all over. “I didn’t know we were exclusive! I thought I was…
I’m sorry,” he said, hiding his face in the shadow when it occurred
to him that Dom might be in fact treating him more seriously than
he had imagined. Yet Domenico had no right to violate him this
way.
“You were what ?” snapped Domenico,
looking back at him with a scowl. His face looked unreal with the
glow from outside sharply dividing his face between light and
shadow. “I told you you’re mine, I take care of you. Can’t be more
explicit than that.”
Seth swallowed, barely breathing, with a face
so hot he could fry eggs on it. “You want only me?” he whispered,
more confused than anything else.
Domenico groaned, looking at the floor. “You
wouldn’t find me getting sucked off by another man, that’s for
sure. I’m known for my loyalty.”
“I was confused. Santo told me your
girlfriend was like the second coming of Angelina Jolie or some
shit. How was I supposed to know…? And that guy was there, and I
was... sad.” Seth wished he had more of that limoncello right
now.
Domenico slouched, his fingers sliding into
the long hair. “What the fuck? Of course I pretend having
girlfriends!”
Seth sucked his lips into his mouth, feeling
like an idiot. “I don’t know what got into me,” he said, though the
pain in his ass reminded him of how badly he got treated. Not to
mention the gun in his face. Dom promised not to do that ever
again, and yet he broke that promise. Could Seth ever truly trust
him?
“I’ll tell you what got into you.” Domenico
crawled closer to Seth and looked into his eyes, still sharp like a
serrated dagger. “You wanted to come,
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