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What Leone did on the side might’ve seemed unconventional to most, but he was not most, now was he? He sighed as he he blew a stray hair out of his face, wishing that time would go by faster. Leone’s job as a secretary was boring at best but he had a more pressing reason as to why he wanted to leave as soon as possible.
It was his boss.
It wasn’t that he was an asshole or that the goth hated him, unfortunately it was the exact opposite. Most days the silver haired man couldn’t tear his eyes away from the admittedly gorgeous Bruno Bucciarati.
Up until this point in his life, Leone had prided in himself for not giving two shits about anyone around him. Well, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but that was not the point. Abbacchio’s personal philosophy was that the less one got involved in other people’s problems, the better off you were.
Leone had been doing just fine until he had first laid his eyes on the raven haired man who was now talking to him. Fuck, Leone had missed every single word, being too busy taking note of the way the lace hugged Bucciarati’s chest just right. Those blue eyes had been haunting Leone’s dreams as of recent, which often ended up with him having to wash his sheets the next morning, as embarrassing as that was. He was acting like some horny teenager despite being in his early twenties.
‘…Leone? Are you alright?’
As those words registered Abbacchio froze, trying his damnest to remember something, anything Bruno had been discussing with him to at least seem like a decent employee.
Leone’s mind drew a complete blank.
‘Uhm, sorry Bucciarati, what were we discussing again?’ embarrassment coloured Leone’s pale face as Bucciarati gave a warm chuckle.
‘I’ll tell you if you promise me that you’ll fix your sleeping schedule’, the ravenette answered as amusement danced across his expression.
Bucciarati had been the one to initiate the friendship between him and Leone. Despite the insistence from the ravenette, the silver haired man still found it a bit hard to call Bucciarati by his first name. The two were close enough to be able to guess what might’ve been bothering the other, and the ravenette was right in the sense that Leone had slept poorly the previous night.
Leone couldn’t control when he had wet dreams, for fucks sake, so the goth was looking forward to blowing off some steam at his second job.
Abbacchio gave a quick nod to Bruno’s demand, as his shift was almost over and he wanted to at least try to forget about Bucciarati for a few hours.
‘I asked you to cancel all of my appointments this evening. I have matters to take care of today’, Bucciarati said as walked back over to his own desk and started typing on his computer.
‘Of course, Bucciarati’, Abbacchio answered as he began dialing the appropriate contacts on his work phone.
Leone didn’t see the odd look that crossed Bruno’s face as blue eyes lingered on silver hair for a moment too long.
—-
Leone worked as a dominatrix for Passione.
There. He said it.
He hurried towards his private studio provided by Passione so he had more time to get ready. He greeted Mista, the desk clerk who led the clients to the correct rooms as this building offered an abundance of sex services. Risotto, who evaluated customers and who was also responsible for Leone’s paycheck, had urged for him to put extra effort into this session. Apparently tonights client was somewhat famous and the last thing they needed was a bad review from someone with a lot of reach.
Abbacchio had been sent all the necessary info about the client the previous evening, the kinks, soft and hard limits, the works. Apparently the guy had a thing for goths, so in that sense Leone was the perfect pick. The client liked pvc and latex so Leone made sure to wear the darkest, shiniest outfit he had along with some thigh high platforms and ripped fishnets. You can never go wrong with fishnets. He finished his look with some black lipstick and dark eye makeup.
Leone had already planned this session, so all he had to do was wait. Tonights client wanted to specifically worship his Dom and be used. Although he was a first timer he had experimented with bondage and enjoyed it so Leone decided to throw in some of that too. The dominatrix sighed and looked around the room filled with different whips and toys, the violet velvet curtains making him feel right at home.
Leone’s studio was very spacious. The walls were painted a dark grey and he had even mounted a few skulls he had collected over the years. Leone had a dungeon bed, a sex swing, a bondage bench and his personal favourite, the queening chair, among many other things. Suffice to say, he was quite proud of his dungeon and had also received positive feedback about the decor.
The small intercom near the door buzzed and Abbacchio walked over to it to press the receiver. He put on some soft background music to set the mood.
‘Ya ready?’ came Mista’s voice ‘your client is here’.
‘Send him over’, Leone replied and went to fetch his riding crop. Mista would open the door for the client, so Abbacchio made himself comfortable on his throne, as he liked to call it.
Despite him being an experienced dominatrix, nothing could’ve prepared him for who was about to walk into his studio.
It was his fucking boss.
The ones he had been having wear dreams of.
And masturbated to several times.
Bruno fucking Bucciarati.
The surprise on Bruno’s face would have been endearing had Leone not been freaking out internally.
Stop.
Leone was a professional.
If Bruno was here for his services, then he’d give him the best damn session he was capable of.
And since this was Bruno’s first time, he would be gentler than usual.
‘On your knees’, the goth commanded without an ounce of hesitation. The blush spread across Bruno’s cheeks as he did as he was told.
‘Come here’, Leone motioned. He would be lying to himself if seeing Bucciarati submit to him this easily wasn’t ridiculously arousing as the aforementioned crawled towards him.
Before Bruno got too close Leone stopped him with his riding crop against the man’s shoulder. The crop moved underneath the ravenette’s chin, lifting his head so that Abbacchio could make eye contact. The blue eyes were distracting.
‘You safe words are red and yellow. Red for stop, yellow for slow down. You will refer to me as Sir, Master or Mistress. I will refer to you however I please. Any questions?’ Leone said as he ran the crop across Bruno’s cheek.
‘No, Mistress’.
Abbacchio’s heart skipped a beat hearing that from Bruno’s mouth.
‘Good. Now, a good servant will do anything their Mistress asks for, won’t they?’ Leone practically cooed as he leaned forwards to take Bucciarati’s chin in his gloved hand. The ravenette nodded, his breath hitching a bit. Leone smiled and leaned forward so that his painted lips were next to Bruno’s ear.
‘Clean my boots with your tongue’, he whispered and he swore he felt Bruno shiver at that. Slowly, the ravenette brought his head down and while maintaining eye contact, started licking the leather quite lewdly. Leone could feel the blood in his body traveling south as he watched. Bruno reached his hand to take a hold of the boot but Leone quickly whipped his hand away with the crop, a stern expression on his face. As the crop made impact Bruno gasped in a way the silver haired man had never heard before.
‘Did I say you could use your hands?’ The dominatrix inquired, taking a hold of Bruno’s hair and gently but firmly bringing his head up to meet his eyes. Bruno’s pupils were blown so wide one could barely see the blue of the irises. The ravenette swallowed.
‘Answer’, Abbacchio tightened his grip on Bruno’s hair just so it would sting a bit.
‘No, Mistress’, Bucciarati replied, the blush on his cheeks more present than ever. Leone let go and gave a smile to his submissive. Abbacchio took the ravenette’s face in his hands and ran his thumbs across tan cheekbones, humming in delight.
‘You’re so obedient, my pet. Unfortunately, I can’t let something like that go unpunished. Get up and strip.’, Leone commanded as he got up from his throne to fetch a gag from his massive collection of leather harnesses and other items. He picked a simple leather one with an o-ring and turned to face Bruno again.
There he stood in the centre of the room, his jacket off and now working on his pants. Leone licked his lips either because they were dry or out of nerves. This was his boss and what they were about to do together was bound to make their relationship a bit more complicated than ‘just friends’.
Leone wouldn’t mind that, but he was far from Bruno’s league.
Abbacchio’s breath nearly caught in his throat as the ravenette revealed more skin. The goth stepped closer as the final item of clothing met the ground with a soft thump. Leone let his eyes travel downwards and was met with Bruno’s leaking hardness. It was an impressive size. The dominatrix felt his own cock twitch in response, as he walked confidently towards his very naked, very aroused boss. He decided to set the gag aside for now.
Leone brought the riding crop to Bruno’s neck and ran it down his chest, across his stomach before moving behind the ravenette. Wordlessly, Abbacchio guided Bruno towards the bondage bench with his hand on the tan back.
Leone decided to test the waters a bit. The dominatrix decided to give a small reward since Bruno had behaved so well. He moved his hand to caress the nape of the ravenette’s neck and praised:
‘Good boy’.
Bucciarati’s cock twitched at that which made the silver haired man smirk.
Now, it had said on Bruno’s consent form that he was open for experimentation, so Abbacchio was taking this chance to do something with him that he was really talented at.
Whips and restraints.
And since Bruno had responded so well to praise, he would use it to his full advantage to guarantee a good session for the both of them.
Leone positioned Bruno on the bench appropriately and was quick with putting the restraints on. The goth could tell that the ravenette’s length was rubbing against the leather of the bench since the Sub let out a hiss and had a rather compromised expression.
Bruno turned his head to see Leone standing up and the ravenette’s heart fluttered with excitement as he felt the riding crop running down his back.
‘I will strike you ten times. You will count them and thank me for each and every one. If you do well, I will reward you’, Leone’s deep voice sounded as he ran the crop against Bruno’s thighs to prepare him for the first strike.
Before Bruno could even register it, a stinging pain made itself known on his thighs. The ravenette cried out from the rush of adrenaline and he could feel his cock leaking on the leather bench.
‘One, thank you Mistress’.
Another strike.
‘Two, thank you Mistress’.
Towards the end Bruno was moaning out the words rather than talking, but they were legible enough as to count as a success. Leone admired his handiwork, the red welts on Bucciarati’s thighs and ass were definitely going to bruise. The goth moved to crouch in front of the ravenette’s face. If Leone wasn’t sporting a raging hard-on before, he definitely had one now. Bruno looked as if he had had his brains fucked out from just ten strikes from a riding crop.
Leone brushed some of Bruno’s hair behind his ear and gave a sincere smile.
‘You are being so good for your Mistress. I think you deserve a special reward’, Leone untied Bruno and helped him up, leading him towards the dungeon bed. He let Bruno lie down for a moment to calm down as the dominatrix went to fetch something he had never used on a client before.
Bruno wasn’t just any client, though. He wanted to make this special.
Abbacchio quickly retrieved the item and returned to the bed. He mounted Bruno’s hips as he showed off the item with a satisfied grin.
‘This is my personal fleshlight’, Leone noted the way Bruno’s eyes widened at the implications. Truth be told, Leone hadn’t used this for a good while and it was down in the dungeon for decorative purposes only. Despite that, it still was his personal sex toy and using it on Bruno was such a turn on for Leone.
‘I’ve never used this on anyone but myself, but I really like you, so you get the special privilege of using Mistress’ toys’, Leone admitted. He had a massive crush on Bruno and he just needed to get some of that affection out. The dominatrix could just pass it off as part of his act.
‘Sit up for me’, Leone ordered as he took off his gloves and made a show of licking his fingers. Bruno looked at the display as if hypnotised. Abbacchio then fingered the fleshlight to lube it up.
The dominatrix moved behind his submissive as Bruno shivered from anticipation. Leone really should’ve taken off his platforms before doing this, but it was too late now.
‘Sit on my lap’.
The ravenette did as he was told.
Leone couldn’t resist.
He hugged Bruno.
He was so warm against him and he could feel the rapid heartbeat under his fingertips.
Leone was probably in love or something since he was acting this stupid.
Right, back to the present.
‘You’re such a good boy. You’ve done so well today’, Leone murmured affirmation in Bruno’s ear as he moved his hand to stroke at the ravenette’s straining member. Bucciarati’s gasp of surprise quickly turned into a wanton moan as his hips started bucking into Leone’s warm hand. Once the goth deemed that he had teased his crush enough, he grabbed the fleshlight and guided Bruno’s leaking cock into it.
Bruno’s nerves were on fire. He felt sensitive everywhere and the sense of euphoria this entire experience was giving him was almost too much. The ravenette was addicted the moment he walked through the door, had been from the moment he had seen Leone for the first time.
Bruno fucked into the fleshlight wantonly, with Leone’s strong hand holding it for him. He felt so safe and secure in the others arms.
Bucciarati never wanted to leave.
The ravenette’s moans increased in volume the closer he grew to his impending orgasm. The burn in his muscles only added to the experience, and Leone, oh beautiful Leone, he wondered how the his Mistress would look like in the throes pleasure-
It was that image that pushed Bruno over the edge, the orgasm near blinding. Bucciarati had never felt this level of sexual gratification, the sensation absolutely divine.
‘Leone’.
The other stilled. None of Abbacchio’s other clients had known his name, so it felt strange being referred by it while in the dungeon.
Unexpectedly, Bruno turned around in the dominatrix’s embrace and gently pressed his lips against ones that were painted black. Leone’s heart stopped just for a moment before reciprocating, closing his eyes.
Abbacchio didn’t know how much time had passed until they separated, taking in each others warmth and trembling breaths in the afterglow.
The situation was overall really absurd. Here Leone was in his full Domme getup making out with his naked boss after getting him off with his own fleshlight of all things. Not to mention he still had a raging boner.
Bruno suddenly gave Leone such a genuine smile that the goth thought that he might be blinded by it. The ravenette cradled Abbacchio’s head and pressed their foreheads together.
‘Would you like to go to dinner with me some time?’ Bruno asked in the straightforward way that he was known for. Leone chuckled.
‘I would love to’.