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Then he closed his lips over my upper one. With tender nips and licks, he slowly made me mimic him. I kissed his lower lip. I kissed Master Angelo. I kissed those perfect lips, and he was kissing me. His tongue slid against mine. My head was spinning.

The others were watching. What did they think?

Angelo’s tongue felt so good in my mouth, and when it curled around mine, my cock and ass tingled. Then both Angelo’s hands covered my ass cheeks, and I moaned.

Angelo bit my lower lip.

“Now put your hands on my ass.”

I hesitated. What was I doing? What if His Lordship walked in right now? I was their staff! This wasn’t⁠—

“Do it!” Angelo bit me again.

I slowly placed my shaking hands over the mounds of Angelo’s impeccable behind. The skin felt like silk, the shape so full and round. And Angelo sighed as he slowly rocked against me. His cock was hard. Oh God. He’s hard! Because he kissed me? That couldn’t be. But what if it is because of me? Does he want me?

A strange kind of pride bloomed in my chest.

Angelo felt desire because we kissed, and I was touching him. I was touching the most beautiful omega on Earth, and the omega liked it.

Those decadent lips kissed me again and sucked on my tongue, and I let my hands roam, caress, and admire.

“Yes, you’re a fast learner,” Angelo murmured between kisses and caresses. “That’s it. Just like this.”

I squeezed both ass cheeks harder, and Angelo sighed.

“So, so sweet, dear Sesto.”

Angelo took my hand and walked to a wide recliner. He settled on his side, his legs spread and knees bent, his pink cock pointing straight up. It was bigger than mine, and so pretty. He tugged me down to face him.

He opened my shirt, one button after another, and placed soft kisses down my chest as he went. Then he unzipped my pants and sneaked his hand inside. He palmed my straining cock.

I gazed into those infinite green eyes. Nobody had ever touched me before. Not like this. Ever. It was so different from my own hand.

“Mmhmm. You’re tiny everywhere. Such a cute little cock. Spread your legs. Like that.”

The searching fingers brushed behind my balls.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master Angelo.”

A single finger inched close to my opening, and I shivered.

Then Angelo pulled his hands away, and I felt bereft. I gazed at the mirage in front of me, unsure of what to do. The room was quiet.

They are all watching.

“Take off your clothes.”

Orders were simple. I liked orders. There was no need to be brave or anxious. I would do as I was told, and I wouldn’t have to worry.

I stood, and the open shirt slid down my arms. After taking off my shoes and socks, I shoved my pants down my legs together with my underwear.

Naked, I didn’t dare to check if the others were still looking at me. I kept my gaze pinned on Angelo and waited for the next command.

Angelo offered me his hand and tugged me back onto the recliner. He ran his palm over my side, the curve of my waist, hip, and thigh. Then he put his hand on my ass cheek and shifted even closer. Our cocks pressed together, and I bit back a needy moan.

“I’ve liked you from the start. You’re so shy and careful. I think there’s great passion inside you, and we’ll set it free. I liked you watching me come, but now, you’ll be the one being watched. It’s only fair, don’t you think?”