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Juggling a large pile of pricey gifts in my arms, I entered the apartment and glanced around for Val, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Velvette, all done up, gave me a look as she strolled through to leave, Val's not here. I'm meeting someone for a date.
Oh– Well, here,
I said, handing her a shopping bag from a new designer place in the city. I bought you a gift, girly. Be safe while you're out.
She reached inside the bag and pulled out an expensive black steel knife sheathed in fine onyx leather, its hilt was studded with a blanket of black diamonds and some rubies that formed a heart. Aww, thanks, Vox. Always looking out for me.
Blade is sharp, careful if you take it out– You know, I wish you'd take someone with you when you leave the tower.
Vel gave me a flat look, I'm going on a date, Vox, and I can take care of myself.
Yeah, so what? Take someone anyway. Better yet, cancel, stay home with us.
No, Vox,
she laughed lightly. And don't wait up.
Take the knife. The sheath attaches to your belt.
Yes, sir.
You can't leave until I see you put it on. Anyone fucks with you, gut 'em.
Fuck's sake, Vox,
Velvette complained but obediently did as I asked. Satisfied?
Yes.
Alright, bye then,
she said and slipped past me, shutting the apartment door behind herself.
Sighing, I tried to arrange Val's gifts on the coffee table artistically and sprinkled some black rose petals around everything. Mmm, okay.
Walking over to the desk and accessing the cameras, I searched around and found Val still working in his studio. Sending him a text, I watched Val's reaction on-screen as he shot me a text in return. He immediately wrapped up his early evening shoot and briskly sauntered from his studio, making his way directly up to the apartment.
Voxxy,
Valentino greeted me in a thick accent, a wicked grin spread across his face.
Gently taking his hand in mine, I led him into the open living room.
Val's eyes brightened as he noticed the pile of bags and wrapped gifts on the coffee table, What's all this?
I kissed at his wrist, A bit of happiness, baby.
Where's Velvette?
She had a date.
With who?!
Val snapped, suddenly irritated.
Like she'd tell me,
I laughed. But I gave her a new knife before she left.
Hmm,
he hummed, his mood shifting and glancing over his gifts. What'd you get me, Papi?
I grabbed one bag and gave it to him as we sat on the couch together.
Reaching inside, Val pulled out a new limited release designer clutch. These aren't out yet,
he said calmly, but his excited eyes betrayed his coolness.
It was available for me,
I grinned while he opened something else. I'll make us dinner while you take it easy. You worked all day, let's have a relaxing night.
He looked at his phone, Did you buy me a new knife too? Vel posted a pic of hers. I like the bling.
You already have an arsenal–
Oh,
he mumbled, dejected.
I'll take you tomorrow and you can pick out whatever jewel-encrusted weaponry you desire.
Val grinned as he found a new suit in the gift pile.
Nice, right?
I asked.
Very.
You'll look sharp at the meeting tomorrow morning.
What meeting?
What meeting? Are you joking? Lucifer requested a meeting. I put it on our calendar and sent you a text.
Val's expression turned into a lemon sucking-crinkled frown, I thought you were joking. Is that why you bought me this stuff? Bribing me to be a good boy?
I arched a sharp eyebrow Val's way, Why would I joke about a meeting? And no, I don't need a reason to spend money on you.
I uhh– I mean, is this a good idea?
he asked. A meeting with Lucifer?
I couldn't say no. His majesty has suddenly inserted himself into the local power dynamics of the city, it would behoove us to stay on his good side if we want to continue building on what we've started.
I don't need to be there, you can handle it.
I'd like you there, Val.
He gave me a flat look.
Okay? Please?
I questioned, running a gentle claw along his jawline.
Fine, whatever,
he breathed.
★★★
Sitting in an empty conference room, I'd been unable to find Valentino this morning despite searching my network. I need to install a fucking tracker in his ass. Fucking brat.
Lucifer sauntered into the room and gave me an irritable look; his cane tapping, expensive dress shoes clacking, as he walked toward his chair. Voxxy, tea? Coffee?
the king questioned, an attendant approaching him. Crystal tumbler of morning whiskey?
Coffee, black–
I mumbled, uncomfortable being in the king's grabbing range. A mug is fine, dear,
I told the attendant.
He nodded toward his attendant, And tea for me, thank you.
The attendant bowed out, delivering our drinks and leaving us alone.
Where's your fella?
Lucifer asked. Leaning over; he pinched at my face, let go, then sat up straight in his chair.
Valentino? Uhh– Well, he had an emergency in his studio this morning. Couldn't get away.
Lucifer shot me with a wicked grin, Oh? That's probably for the best. Try your coffee.
I gulped apprehensively and put the mug to my lips, getting a taste of it. Oh!
I said, surprised. That's really good.
Smooth, right?
My face went hot as I locked eyes with his majesty, Uhh– yes. I mean, yes, sir.
Mmhmm,
he hummed. So, young man, you've built quite the empire for yourself over the years.
Yes, sir.
I'm sure it took a lot of grit, right?
I shifted and adjusted my posture.
Lucifer smiled and set his cup down. If you want to continue on with your comfortable life that you've built for yourself, you'll obey me. If I ask you to do something, you'll do it. Is that understood?
he grinned and thumped the apple of his cane under the rim of my chin. Are you ready to do as you're told?
Frowning dramatically and not responding, I rolled my shoulders.
You'll do as you're told, correct?
he asked, expecting a response.
Yes, sir–
I rasped.
Good, so, we'll do this in steps. I'll call you in as topics of interest come to my attention. The first topic of interest is Angel and how he returned home earlier this week, bleeding profusely from Valentino beating the unholy snot out of him.
Wait, what?!
Well, I don't like blood all over the hotel's new carpet, so mistreating that kid is going to stop. Mistreatment of ANY kind. Handle Valentino, or I'll handle you both. And we don't want that, do we? To be handled?
No, sir, but what–
Just because Overlords can abuse those under contract, doesn't mean it's necessary to do so. Keep your fella in check, okay, and I won't have to punish you. Yes, sir?
Yes, sir,
I gulped.
Good boy,
Lucifer grinned. Good boys are rewarded.
A demon entered the room and gave the king an envelope. A substantial tax break for VoxTek this year.
He slipped the envelope into my hand, Open it, do you consider that to be an acceptable reward for behaving?
I slit open the envelope and glanced over the figures, gulping. Yes, Daddy–
I rasped.
Giving my chin a tap with his cane, he grinned as we locked eyes again, Now run on home and get your house in order. Let's keep Daddy happy.
Getting to my feet, I slipped the envelope into my suit's inside pocket, Yes, sir–
I left Lucifer's office and made my way home to our tower, finding Val in his studio. Planting my hands on my hips, I stared at Val as he yelled at a pair of terrified pornstars.
Sorry, boss,
the top mumbled roughly.
Val,
I called. Val! I need a word. Now.
Turning, Val was irritated to see me. He waved a dismissive hand toward his crew and waltzed over to my side.
You were supposed to join me this morning,
I said slowly, holding back the urge to smack him in front of the room.
Join you for what?
Val asked and pulled out his cigarette holder.
I narrowed my eyes and gave him a flat look. Glancing around, I found that Angel wasn't in the room, Where's Angel?
He's off for a couple days, recovering.
That's going to stop,
I said and lit Val's cigarette. Beating him is going to stop.
Val seductively sucked at his cigarette holder and blew out a stream of twisting red smoke, He's fine. I could've had him come in today, but I'm a nice boss. I like him walking straight before the filming starts.
He glanced over at his stars who were awaiting further orders, I'm a nice fucking boss, right?!
Terrified, they nodded vigorously.
I sat in Val's chair, No, you let the kid work per your contract, and you're going to do whatever is necessary to keep him fucking happy, but you're going to keep YOUR hands off him and YOUR dick out of him.
Frowning, the corners of Val's lips twitched in silent anger.
Maybe you're done shooting for today,
I grinned wickedly. You can pick up tomorrow, right?
I looked at the staff, Pick up tomorrow, leave.
Everyone quickly departed, leaving Val and myself alone.
Since when do you come into my studio and start barking out orders?
Val grumbled.
Since I met with his majesty this morning is when. You drew his attention by bloodying up one of his fucking ducklings. That's why you're going to knock it off or we're going to have problems.
Val scritched at his chin, his expression softening. Twirling his cigarette around, he sent some red smokey hearts toward my face.
The hearts dissipated, and I eyed Val suspiciously. Standing up, I waited for him to get closer.
God, I hate you,
he said.
Yeah, right,
I sighed as an irritable Valentino approached me. I touched a sharpened claw under Val's chin, giving him a tingling zap of electricity.
Ouch!
Val yelped, jumping out of my wingspan.
You think ouch. When I ask you to attend a meeting, I'm not expecting you to disappear on me. And anyone huddled under his majesty's fucking wings are now off limits.
Val shifted and gave his arms a fold.
Don't like being told what to do?
I grinned wickedly. Come here.
Frowning, he took an uneasy step back.
I motioned him closer, Val, where you going?
Nowhere–
he mumbled.
Holding my hand out, our fingers interlaced. I'll suck you off,
I said, escorting him into a nearby dressing room.
Oh?
Val smirked and wagged his eyebrows as he kicked the door shut behind us. You must be in a good mood.
I slipped Val the envelope from Lucifer as I maneuvered around my love, I am in a VERY good mood.
Hmm, oh–
he withdrew the tax paper and immediately stuck it back in the envelope without reading anything, tossing the envelope on the counter. Give me the Cliffs Notes.
A substantial amount of money for us if you treat Angel with some damn respect. If you don't, Lucifer more or less threatened me with... Well, I'm not sure what. Violence? I'm guessing– Or he wants to fuck me. One or the other.
Frowning dramatically, Val's eyes went wide and his eyebrows drifted upward.
So, let's do what King Blondie says, hmm?
I hummed, starting to work Val's pants and slipping them down.
Val sat back into the room's loveseat, his semi-erect dick begging for my attention.
I got on my knees in front of him and snaked my wet, hot tongue around Val's thick cock, Mmm.
Ahh–
Val breathed, closing his eyes in a state of natural ecstasy. Running my tongue along the length of him, I pulled at his thighs and positioned him for full access. He draped a leg over my shoulder, and I twisted my tongue around his engorged cock, continued along his balls and taint, and licked at his exposed pucker. Giving Val's hole an enjoyable light electric tingle, he gripped at the loveseat and my shoulders.Ahh, Voxxy–
Sweat dripped from Val's temple, tracing his jawline.
Mmhmm,
I hummed against him.
Holy fuck,
he rasped in the heat of things, the room sweltering. Fuck, Vox.
Enveloping Val's cock with my tongue and sliding, I rocked my love's fucking world until hot cum shot from his tip. Swallowing, I got to my feet as Val caught his breath.
Heh,
Val breathed. Taking out his cigarette holder, he lit the end of a cigarette, Maybe if you were less– busy, I wouldn't spend so much time with Angel.
I don't want to fight, just do as you're fucking told,
I grumped, eyeing him. Get dressed, we'll go eat lunch somewhere.
Pocketing my tax exemption from Lucifer, I led the way out of the dressing room.
★★★
Watching Angel enter the tower from my control center in the basement, I went upstairs and caught him. Offering him my hand, I smiled as he accepted it.
Balking, Angel's hair stood on end when I touched him.
It's okay,
I reassured him. How are you feeling? Got everything you need? Is there anything you want?
A time machine? Val wanted me here an hour ago,
he cringed. I better get in the studio. He's been blowing up my phone.
No-no, it's okay. I'm sure you had a good reason for being late.
Not convinced, Angel frowned dramatically and furrowed his eyebrows, Vox, I need to–
Give me your phone, let me see what he's been sending you.
Uhhh– I don't think he'd like that, I mean you know already, right?
Unlock your phone and give it to me.
I don't want to be in more trouble with him–
Feeling agitated at Angel's hesitation, I held my hand out and waited, smiling, Now, please.
Unlocking his screen and opening the texts from Val, Angel looked like he was going to throw up when handing me his cell.
Holding onto Angel's hand and scrolling through Val's messages, I was not impressed. Val started calling while I was reading, so I answered.
You better get your ass in here now!
Val yelled. You're holding up production!
Hello, darling,
I replied.
Wait– What?!
he started. Vox?!
I'm escorting Angel into the studio right now, and the three of us are going to chat in Angel's dressing room. We'll meet you there in a few moments.
I hung up without waiting for a response and returned Angel's phone. Angel, let's go.
Angel was a bundle of anxiety as I escorted him into Val's studio. I grabbed a startled Val by an arm as I strode through the room, the staff were sporting terrified expressions as I hauled the boys along to get some privacy. Depositing Angel and Val into Angel's dressing room, I locked the door behind us and unbuckled my belt. I slipped the thick leather through my pant loops and pulled at the leather between either hand.
Vox, no, wait–
Val tried, crossing the room to get away from me and putting the loveseat between us. Angel was late! I was just suggesting that he was wasting everyone's time, making us wait– What was I supposed to say to get him here?!
You ask nicely– Now, get your wings out of my way, and I better see a naked ass bent over the arm of that loveseat before I walk over there.
Angel shifted back in something of a panic, Val! This wasn't my fault, Vox took my phone!
Shh, Angel, you aren't the one in trouble,
I said gently. Turning toward Val, I gave my belt a fold. Turn around and get your pants down.
Sending a tiny jolt of electricity toward Val, it purposely missed but got him moving toward the loveseat.
Voxxy,
Val rasped.
Need help bending over?
No!
he snapped irritably. I just don't want to!
I told you to treat Angel with respect, but apparently you'll never listen.
I listened.
Vox?!
Angel panicked. You told Val to do what?!
Val, you do not listen,
I grumbled. Striding over, I grabbed Val's arm and forced it behind his back. Easily overpowering him and tipping his long body over the loveseat arm, I got his ass positioned for a good belting. I brought the belt up with my free arm and started lighting up the seat of pants. Watching his breathing, I knew he was feeling each belt lash. I paused and let go of his arm, Get your pants down or I'll give you another set across your pants and still whip your bare ass.
You're an asshole.
Grinning wickedly, I stepped into my swing and gave Val a searing CRACK.
VOX!!
he yelped and writhed around. FUCK!!
Giving him another vicious CRACK, he grabbed at his neck to deal with the pain. I didn't even do anything! I'm SORRY!
I read the texts. You aren't allowed to threaten Angel over text either. Bare your ass, now.
CRACK!! I can belt you over your pants all day,
I informed him. CRACK!!
OKAY!! FINE!! Calm down for a second! Give me a FUCKING chance!
Holding his ass, he stood up and got his pants unbuttoned and reluctantly slipped them down. Val's cheeks were already glowing.
Now bend back over.
He narrowed his eyes, Eres un cabrón.
Mmhmm,
I hummed.
Enjoying the fucking show?
Val asked Angel and bent back over the loveseat.
No!
Angel cried out. Vox, please stop!
Raising my belt, I stepped into my swing. The leather caught at Val's skin and left a vivid red mark across his cheeks. Bringing the belt down in a series of fiery licks, I shortly had Val yelping and crying out remorsefully.
Vox, wait! Stop! He's had enough,
Angel protested again after a time and grabbed my belting arm from behind me. He then wrapped all his arms around my body, forcing me to stop. I don't know what Val did to make you so angry. He didn't do anything different than usual.
Things have changed and if he puts hands on you again, you're to tell me immediately.
Val, stand up,
Angel told him, not releasing me.
With some effort, Val got to his feet and took some steps out of my grabbing zone while pulling up his pants.
Val, you're going to behave your fucking self,
I said roughly, waiting for Angel to release me.
Val exited the room, a slight hitch in his giddyup from the whipping.
Letting me go, Angel furrowed his eyebrows and took some steps back.
If he hurts or disrespects you again, call me immediately,
I directed and strung my belt back through my pant loops. Understood?
Yes, sir,
Angel gulped.
★★★
Later that night and in the apartment, Val and I were on the couch together. Val had positioned his bare ass over my lap while laying his long body across the couch.
Ughh,
Val breathed. Tears filled his eyes as I applied a salve to his thrashed cheeks. You didn't have to belt me like that,
Val complained.
Debatable–
I breathed. Did you behave the rest of the day?
Why? I'm sure you already know.
No backtalk tonight.
Fine, whatever, Voxxy.
I gave his ass a finishing rub and carefully slipped his underwear back in place.
Wincing, he shifted on the couch to lay sideways while I continued holding his backside.
Velvette waltzed through and gave me an accusatory look, What'd you do to him? Why's he crying?
Are you going out again?
I asked her, changing the subject and giving Val's exposed leg a loving rub.
No, I have some things to wrap up before tomorrow's shoot.
Make sure to get some sleep tonight.
Yeah-yeah,
she replied, waving me off and leaving us alone.
I rubbed at Val's back, Valentino, be a good boy and we won't have to do this again, hmm?
Yes, Voxxy,
Val rasped submissively.