Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Kevin wasn’t complaining, he rather enjoyed feeling like a prize worth paying for. “Don’t I get virgin privileges?” he asked as they sped over the waters of the elongated lake.
Sandro winked at him. “Sure, but you’ll be losing them very soon.”
Chapter 4
They shared a surprisingly relaxed conversation on the way to Sandro’s island. The sun shone through the windows of the yacht as if they were on a luxurious vacation in Italy, and since the waters weren’t populated with many boats, Kevin dared to extend his legs and rest them on the dashboard for Sandro’s viewing pleasure.
Since Daddy wasn’t keen on telling Kevin much about his job other than that he traveled a lot for business, Kevin opened up about his passion for painting and how he wanted to go to art college once he saved up for tuition. He had to bite his tongue about his family situation when it inadvertently led to a rant, but the fact that his sexuality put him at odds with his parents still slipped out. He diverted the topic back to his interest in classical painting and was happy to notice Sandro didn’t seem bored, and even asked him questions about favorite artists.
“That’s your island?” Kevin asked in awe and got up from the seat to glue his face to the window.
A large, traditional wooden house towered over a forested area below, and a path led up to it from a small pier. The sloped roof had a pleasant dark green color that instantly made Kevin envision cozy decor inside. He’d expected Sandro’s house to be as sleek and modern as the yacht, but it revealed a different side of Sandro’s tastes. The interior was surely filled with wooden furniture, woven blankets and pillows—the perfect setting to share cocoa and watch the lake without having to worry about the civilization beyond the shores of the island.
Too bad Kevin might not get to see that homely space.
“Here we are. What do you think? Pretty enough to paint?” Sandro pointed to the house but was already on his way outside, eager to moor and focus all of his attention on his new boy toy.
Kevin got up and stretched, and the cool air caressing his buttocks reminded him that his ass was bare. He could just imagine Sandro's gardener sneaking a peek.
He glanced outside and watched Sandro work. “I'd rather paint Daddy…”
“You little tease.” Sandro laughed, but as he made his way back to Kevin, he was unbuttoning his shirt, and seeing him reveal more flesh made Kevin’s heart skip a beat. He had no doubt Daddy wasn’t about to waste their precious time, and the sun was lowering on the horizon already.
Kevin was far too easily provoked into such games, because he turned around, showing off his naked backside. “Me? Never, Daddy.” He squealed and laughed at the slap on the ass it got him.
Sandro grabbed Kevin under the armpits and picked him up in a show of strength. “I know the likes of you. Naughty. Sexy. In need of discipline and cock,” he whispered, carrying Kevin across the living room, to a large leather sofa meant for sitting with legs stretched out.
The pang of unreasonable jealousy was still there when Sandro put him back down on the floor. “Oh yeah? Have you taken many cherries, Daddy?” Kevin asked, glancing over his shoulder. He considered himself pretty good at sensing lies, but it was hard to focus when Sandro’s tan, bare chest was close enough to smell.
More tattoos were splashed across his torso, on skin peppered with dark hairs. Kevin had only gotten a glimpse of a single raven, but several more flew up from around Sandro’s elbow and dashed to his right pec. Some had their beaks open in silent screams, some struggled as arrows pierced their bodies. The one over Sandro’s heart had a skull in place of a head.
Kevin wasn’t sure if the ink was meant to evoke sadness, glorify violence, or just be dramatic, but it definitely made an impression. He reached out and touched the skin above Sandro’s dark nipple.
This time, Sandro hesitated. “I’ve never had a virgin in my bed before, so if something doesn’t feel right, you need to tell me okay? It’s easy to get carried away with a boy like you.”
Kevin nodded. So he would be Sandro’s first in some way too. “I will, Daddy.”
“More privacy, or do you want to stay in the living room? The sofa is as comfortable as a bed.” There was a glint of hunger in Sandro’s eyes, and it gave Kevin heart palpitations for all the right reasons.
“More privacy, please,” he whispered nevertheless.
Sandro cupped his face and leaned down for a kiss. “Not so mouthy after all. I might just keep you.”
He was joking, yet it still awoke a yearning in Kevin. He didn’t know what sex would be like and barely knew Sandro, but his presence brought so much comfort that Kevin's imagination ran rampant with visions of living in that lake house, on a private island, cherished, and not spoken down to like he had been at home.