Suited

Twenty Two

"Buongiorno, ragazzo."

This wouldn't be the first time Signore popped up in my dreams but that sounded way too real. I was probably lucid then. Neat. "Ciao, Signore."

He laughed. "You're cute but I actually need you to wake up, Lawrence." Wait what? My eyes opened to sun beaming in from the window I was facing on the right of my bed and a hand smoothing over my duvet-covered ass. "Come on, I'm taking you to breakfast."

I turned to my left. He was there. Like, actually in my room. "What day is it," I asked slowly. You can't ask the date in dreams.

"Saturday. Have you packed?"

Saturday. The move. Oh my god I'm not dreaming!

"Signore!" I won't pretend I didn't squeal and yanked that man into my arms so hard he actually fell onto me. I did. I was extremely excited. I let go when I realized what I'd done and let him right his balance while I sat up. "I'm sorry. We're not late again are we?"

"No," he laughed. "I'm very early. I missed you."

He missed me. I could barely contain myself. "I missed you too, Sir. May I go shower?"

He pulled back the sheets. "Let me look at you first. Lay on your stomach." I obeyed and he'd said look but he meant touch. I moaned into my pillow when he pressed two fingers into my hole. I'd fallen asleep with my dildo in. It was somewhere within the blankets now but I was loose and he loved seeing me open.

"Just fuck me already," I begged.

"In Italiano."

"Fanculo a me già."

I heard his zipper go down. He wasn't going to take off my cage but I didn't care. The feeling of him sliding into me would be gratifying enough. At least for now. I knew I'd get a release later. And tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that until forever and then some.

Then it went back up. "Sir?"

He kissed the side of my neck but not hard enough to leave a mark. "Mi dispiace, ragazzo. If I fuck you, we'll be late."

Signore hated being late so I didn't bother trying to convince him. "Sì, Signore."

"Go shower. I'll get your clothes."

He sounded so disappointed. "Signore?"

"Sì?"

"We'd save time if you fucked me in the shower, wouldn't we?"

He considered the thought. He said something that I didn't fully understand but I heard ti amo in there somewhere and after yanking me onto my feet, he asked where my condoms were so I assumed it a good thing. I had to lie back down afterwards but eventually I was up and dressed and we were heading off with the last of my urgent belongings in the trunk of his car.

The restaurant was gorgeous and the food smelled like it was to die for. He ordered for me and I suddenly realized what the folder in his hand was. Today was also contract day. Signore let me thumb through it before our food came. He had gotten it down to fifteen pages and the ones I needed to fill out, aside from the signatures, were already done using my old paperwork but I was welcome to make edits.

I was given a few days to look it over. Rather, he wouldn't accept it until Monday night's dinner. He wanted me to take my time going through it to make sure everything was to my liking. I was expected to have questions but I didn't have to ask him. I was allowed to ask Juni or Gabriel. Or Jessie, but I'd never ask Jessie. He seemed crazy. I'd probably only end up asking Signore anyway.

I took my meds in the car. He didn't like that idea but I didn't want my blood pressure cuff to scream out my reading to a bunch of people so he obliged. 121/83. Not bad. Quite good, actually. For me anyway. Signore gave me a kiss for doing my regimen. If I was going to get one for every time I took my meds, I'd never put it off again.