Naughty November

Chapter 3

THREE

ROMEO ARES

As Jules continued to grind his cock against me, I didn’t move an inch and gave him a bored look, letting him think I was unaffected by him, even as my cock stood up and took notice.

My body ignored my brain and was unwilling to step back from his small, delicate, beautiful body. Not to mention his perfect, rosy, cupid’s bow lips, his tiny, upturned nose scattered with freckles, and his big fathomless brown eyes, which I noticed had some amber flecks in them.

As he blinked up at me with a very convincing pout and a pleading gaze, he whispered, “Just one night. Take me any way you want. The only things I don’t like are piss play, blood play, and scat. But other than that, you can do anything . I want you to take me any way you want and make sure I feel it in the morning. Please. ”

Fuck, but this boy was hitting every damn one of my buttons. The problem was he kept flirting and touching and turning me on right after he told me his meds were going to essentially make him comatose .

“Well, you can’t exactly do anything when you’re about to pass out, now, can you?”

Surprisingly, I heard a little whimper, and I watched as his eyes dilated and his whole body shivered as if I’d said something so utterly arousing he couldn’t contain himself. He bit his lower lip, then pulled in a shuddering breath. “No, but you can do anything you want to me while I’m sleeping. Somno has been on my fuck-bucket list forever.”

Fuck, if that didn’t shock the hell out of me. But as I raked my gaze over his features again, I knew he meant it. He was practically panting and was still rubbing his little dick against my thigh. Narrowing my eyes, I gripped his hip in one hand and his throat in the other, squeezing just enough to elicit a gasp. I would not cave so easily, though. I wanted him to convince me.

“So on top of all the other bullshit you’ve spouted at me tonight, you’re now telling me you’re into somnophilia?”

“Yesss! Oh fuck, please , Daddy.” His tortured begging went right to my dick, and as much as I knew he wasn’t my boy, him repeatedly calling me Daddy even after I’d told him not to was affecting my ability to control myself.

Then he went and made denying him and myself even harder as his breathy, sexy little voice whispered, “I can play the naughty boy you disciplined because I was a brat to Daddy. I always get really sleepy after I’m punished, and you carry me to bed and tuck me in, but you can’t contain your desire for me, even as I’m falling asleep. And once I’m in a deep sleep, I’m just a pretty doll you can move around, tie down, spank, and fuck for your pleasure only, because bad boys don’t get to come, do they, Daddy?”

I held back a groan, refusing to let him know how close I was to losing any and all control. I forced out a dark chuckle to hide the fact that this boy—this stranger— was turning me on more than I’d been in years. Fuck . I’d never even thought of somnophilia as something that would even remotely turn me on, but the more he talked about it, the more I wanted it.

Just as I was about to give in, he rubbed his eyes and yawned, and I stared him down. “Jesus, boy, can you even consent to anything right now? ”

Jules snorted, grinning up at me. “Yes, I’m consenting the fuck out of this. I mean, I shouldn’t be operating heavy machinery, but I can one hundred percent tell you I want to be fucked by you right now more than I want a bed in the shelter tomorrow night.”

“You may not feel that way tomorrow night when you miss curfew again.”

Jules shrugged, giving me a flirtatious smile. “That’s for tomorrow me to worry about.”

“And if I wanted to take you bareback?”

A gleam sparkled in his eyes as he drew in a shaky breath. “I’d say I’m STI free and take PrEP.”

“It just so happens that I am, too, so that works out nicely. And the thought of filling you up with my cum and then inserting a plug to keep it there definitely has a lot of appeal. What are your thoughts on me catching the entire experience on video and sending it to you so you can see it firsthand? I’d hate for you not to see and hear everything I do to you while you’re asleep.”

His eyes nearly rolled back in his head, his face a mask of ecstasy as he let out a groan and a drawn out, “Yessssss…”

I chuckled at his reaction, and he stepped even closer, drew a finger down my chest, over my belt, and then caressed his finger along the length of my hard cock trapped behind my zipper. I hardened my features and looked down at his finger lingering on my cock, before meeting his gaze and narrowing my eyes.

“Did I say you could touch me, boy?”

His small gasp and full body shudder had precum leaking from my tip. Then he had to go and bite his lip as he looked up at me through his thick inky lashes. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

I couldn’t help but smirk and shake my head. “Don’t lie to me. You’re not sorry at all, brat.”

“I deserve a punishment, don’t I?”

Again with that pouty expression that revved my engine more than it should. “We’ll get to that. Right now, I want you to strip.”

As tired as he so obviously was, he had his clothes off in seconds. He stood there and let me take my fill, unashamed. And for good reason. The boy was a stunner. I twirled a finger around and watched as he slowly turned full circle.

“I see you can follow orders when you want to. Here are a couple more. No speaking unless I ask you a question or tell you to speak freely. No touching until you’re given permission. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He blushed, and between the dimples above his perky peach of an ass; his smaller than average, hard as fuck curved cock, which was nearly touching his abdomen; his lean physique; and v-cut abs—everything about Jules Gallo hit every single one of my buttons. Even some I didn’t know I had.

After stashing his belongings in my locker, I grasped his neck and then slid my fingers into the thick hair at the nape of his neck, gripping it and tugging until his head was tilted back. I’d never seen pupils blown so wide. His eagerness was doing all kinds of things to me.

“Come on, then, since you’re practically begging to be punished.”

I slid my hand out of his hair and lower on his neck, gripping it so hard he whined, and led him out of the locker room. We walked down the hallway between the entrance and the club, then made our way through the main room, which had two bars at opposite ends, a large, opulent seating area between them containing both tabletop booths and smaller, luxurious seating areas.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and saw him pulling his lips between his teeth. It looked like he was either trying to keep himself from talking, or, more likely, keep himself from grinning. I couldn’t hold back a smirk. Bratty little shit.

Instead of going to one of the many luxuriously appointed private rooms, each containing a king bed, a small seating area, and a full bathroom, I took us to the elevator alcove. I used the digital security pads for the elevator and my office and heard him suck in a breath as if he was going to speak before he thought better of it.

“Good boy,” I murmured, knowing it took a lot for him to keep that curious little mouth closed. He turned his head towards me, preening a bit. I gave him a little smirk, but nothing else .

From there I walked us towards the back left corner of the room and through another door, which led into an en suite I used when I worked late into the night and was too tired to drive home. The lights came on automatically and were on a dimmer, which painted the room in a soft golden hue. The walls were painted a silver gray, while all the furniture—wood and upholstered—was black. The duvet was a deep navy blue, plush and silky to the touch. My bedroom at home was much the same.

I told myself I didn’t want to use one of the private rooms downstairs because they’d just been cleaned, but as much as I hated to admit it, I was kidding myself. I’d never brought anyone up here and knew it was a stupid move to do so, but couldn’t stop myself.

The truth was, I wanted this boy in my space. He wasn’t a courtesan, not that I ever used my club’s boys. If I wanted someone for an evening when I used the club as a “member,” I always brought someone other than an employee. But even that was very rare. When I visited as a member of the club, it was to see and be seen, talk business, make deals, and keep an eye on the upper echelons of my territory.

Once I shut the door behind us, I turned to face Jules, whose face was as eager as could be and whose dick seemed to have become even harder, a shiny trail of precum dripping down the underside of his cock, over the center line of his balls, leaving me to imagine just where it would travel next. Goddamn, he was beautiful.

I moved to the side of the king bed and stared at him until he got all squirmy. He was a brat and he was bold, but it was very good to know he wasn’t unaffected by me. In fact, I’d venture to say he was extremely affected by me, as he was practically vibrating and so ready for whatever I wanted to do to him.

“Come.” I pointed to the floor in front of me. Once he was within reach, I clasped his throat until he met my gaze. “Remember the rules I stated before. And your safewords are red to stop, yellow to slow down, and green is fuck yes, Daddy, more, please .”

The little giggle he let out made it hard to keep a straight face, but I kept my features stern, all while electricity fired through my body at his innocent, adorable response. This kid might be my downfall. I let go of his throat, grabbed some lube, arnica cream, and a plug from the drawer of the nightstand, and placed them on top. Then I drew back the covers, revealing slate colored silk sheets, and sat on the side of the bed, my eyes holding his.

“Turn around, feet shoulder width apart, bend over, and touch the floor.” He sucked in a shuddering breath, and I watched, rapt, as he followed directions to the letter.

Fuck me, but that pucker was the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on. Tight, hairless, and ready for my fingers, mouth, and cock. I was gonna wreck that hole by the end of the night, and the boy would walk funny for days. But only after I’d spanked his ass until it was bright red and had the bruises he deserved for his transgressions tonight.

Before I got started, I gripped his ass in my large hands and squeezed until he moaned. I gave him a few light smacks, which hopefully gave him a false sense of security, and then licked my thumb, got it nice and wet, and lightly caressed his pucker before putting gentle, pulsing pressure on it, just shy of penetration.

The mewling whimper he let out at my light touches was unlike anything I’d ever heard a partner make. It was vulnerable and brave, and knowing he was confident enough to allow himself to let go during our first encounter had my dick trying to force its way out of my pants. I had to grip my cock through the fabric to calm it the fuck down.

When I noticed he was swaying and his knees were bending, I wrapped my arm around his middle and tugged until he was sitting on my lap. He turned sideways to face me, a dazed smile on his lips, his eyes blinking slowly. I couldn’t help but smile back. The drugs were kicking in hard.

“I can tell you’re about to fall asleep. But I think I’ll punish you anyway. It will probably keep you awake until I stop, but maybe if I do it just right, you’ll hit subspace and drift off afterwards. Is that still what you want?”

Jules nodded slowly, still smiling. When I lifted a brow, he said, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy. Just to cover our bases, what color are you? ”

“I’m the color… fuck yes, Daddy, more, please .”

His grin was so wide and dopey, I chuckled. “Color, boy.”

“Sooo green, Daddy.”

“Good boy. Lie across my lap.”

I scooted back as he scrambled to obey. Once he was in place, I tugged him closer to ensure his upper and lower body were on the bed so he was comfortable for the pain to come. He pillowed his head on his arms, his face flushed and expression dreamy. Goddamn, this boy was stunning in his submission.

“There’s no need to count, just relax. Do you have anything to say before I start?”

“No… Yes…” Smirking, I waited a few seconds until he finally continued. “In the morning, I want to be able to see and feel what you do tonight. Please, Daddy.”

“You don’t need to worry about that. I never leave a boy without something to remember me by. Now, close your eyes.”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. And just when I was placing my hands on his firm, rough globes and squeezing, he hummed in response and said, “If I don’t remember to say it in the morning, thank you for tonight, Daddy.”

For some reason, my heart constricted at that. I was about to ruin this boy, and even half asleep, he was thanking me in advance. That kind of sweetness was rare and made me want to help him land on his feet. I hated I was getting used to and even hoping to hear him say Daddy. I clenched my teeth, pushing all those thoughts to the back of my mind, where I planned to ignore them.

However, I was unwilling to ignore his words and gave them the attention they deserved. “You’re welcome, Jules.”

Taking a deep breath in and letting it out went a long way towards getting me back into my dominant headspace. My life couldn’t take any distractions, no matter how captivating this boy was. Closing my eyes, I centered myself and began his punishment.