"Please," he grunted. "Please…"
Angelo let him beg for a half-dozen more strokes, then finally gave him the release he needed, reaching around to wrap his hand over Bobby's cock. That grip, masterful, tender, caring, and above all, dominant, sent Bobby right over the edge. He came on the desk, his seed spilling on polished wood.
Angelo was not done with him. Not by a long way. Just as Bobby relinquished all control, Angelo filled the vacuum. Metaphorically and physically. His cock surged inside Bobby's tight ass, a quick dash of lube the only nod to physical comfort.
"Fuck…. fuckk…"
Angelo's big hand was fisted in Bobby’s hair, pulling his head back. His cock was surging and pumping deep inside him, filling him the way he needed to be filled, fucking him the way he needed to be fucked until there was nothing between them, no gaps, no space, no air, just pure physical connection.
Bobby arched and submitted, his lower belly sliding across the desk with Angelo's thrusts, lubricated by his first load of come.
"Don't you ever tell a soul the things we do here," Angelo growled in his ear. "What we have remains between us and us alone. Understand?"
"Yes!"
"Good boy," Angelo praised, those two words filling Bobby's heart with warmth just as his cock filled Bobby's ass with a different source of potent heat.
Taking Matters Into Her Own Hands
"Do we have anything?" Willow leaned over Gemma's chair and peered at the feed, which showed a lone dust bunny attempting to form beneath the chaise.
"Nothing since that whole kinky punishment that sounded like it was coming from six floors away," Gemma sulked, her cheek resting on her fisted hand, one of her headphones pushed slightly back so she could hear Willow.
It had been a full week, and nothing of any significance or interest had happened in the Vitali household. She had, however, listened to the Angelo vs. Bobby punishment session at least fifty times when Willow wasn't paying attention.
"I had no idea how boring they could be. They come in every day around ten, and they drink coffee, and then they leave again."
"It is a big house," Willow said. "Obviously, I didn't leave the bug in a very good location. A visitor's room is not going to be occupied most of the time, especially by antisocial psychopaths who keep their visitors in the basement."
"Are we going to try again?"
"I don't see how we can get any deeper without becoming captive ourselves," Willow sighed.
"And we don't want that… do we?"
"We do not."
Silence drew out between them. Gemma had been having all kinds of thoughts in the interim. Surveilling the legs and feet of the Vitali men had given her a hint of an insight into their world, and she was curious for more.
"I might be willing to try. I mean, you know… they haven't seen me yet. I could sneak in there somehow…."
"No. Gemma." Willow was firm. "This isn't how you imagine it to be. It's not fun. It's dangerous, and you could be seriously hurt. All the records we have concerning Angelo Vitali…."
"You mean rumors…."
"They all paint a picture of a deadly sadist, prepared to go to any lengths to twist those around him to his will. The man has detonated a house full of federal operatives. He has killed people. A lot of people. He faked his own death in order to teach his lover a lesson. Angelo Vitali is not a good man, and you mustn't ever let yourself think he is."
Willow's voice fluttered with passion, her noble features contorted with something like fear.
Gemma knew better than to outright contradict Willow, but she privately maintained the notion that she could get closer without arousing suspicion. After all, Willow had just barged in, and everything had been fine. How hard could infiltrating Angelo Vitali's secret stronghold be?
Not that hard when you already had the address and an excuse to go out for the day, so Willow wouldn't suspect anything.
Gemma had a big bag of tools containing a much better microphone and camera. And a backup. And a backup for the backup. With any luck, she'd get to at least place one unit somewhere in the place that wasn't underneath a couch.
She was wearing blue overalls with a badge that claimed she was an electrician. She had paperwork that also claimed she was an electrician. And a badge that had details linked to a fake electrical company. She also had a small voice in her head telling her that this was the way you scammed an old lady, not Angelo Vitali - but sometimes simple things worked best.
Gemma knocked on the door. That seemed like the sensible thing to do if she wanted to go inside.
She heard footsteps coming, and then the door swung open.
The man himself had come to the door. Holy shit. He was taller than she expected. Maybe she was shorter than she remembered. Who knew.