Kevin bit his lip and wrapped his arms on his chest. “But… you’re rich. Can’t you just buy stuff, and then we’d have more time to spend together?” he teased. “I’ve never really cooked.”
“No. And I also expect you to keep the house tidy.”
Kevin pouted. “I get the cooking—at a stretch—since this place is so remote, but why not get a maid to come over every now and then?”
Sandro sipped his drink and walked up to Kevin. Even in the pajama pants matched with a T-shirt he was the hottest guy Kevin had ever been around. “Sometimes, when I decide it’s appropriate, I will hire a cleaner. Other than that, I want you to treat this place like a home, not a hotel. For the year of your stay, this would be a place for the two of us to feel comfortable.”
“What are the other rules?” Kevin stepped closer and put his head on Sandro’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around the toned waist, and his heart fluttered when Sandro put his own arm around him.
The idea of learning to cook Italian food for Sandro was still bewildering, since Kevin’s skills in the kitchen were at the level of toasting Pop-tarts, but he’d give it a shot if it was that important to his Daddy. Especially if he was to have some fancy chef teach him.
But most of all, he did love Sandro speaking of this being their home for the time of their arrangement. A home where he’d be mostly doing as he pleased.
Sandro’s fingers toyed with Kevin’s damp hair. “No internet, no guests other than the ones I approve, and no facetime with anyone other than me. You will be able to call your family, Brandon can visit if we arrange that in advance, and there might be an opportunity to invite your friends over as long as I’m here and you tell me about them beforehand.”
Kevin’s stomach plummeted and he hugged Sandro tighter. The prospect of having his contact with the outside world so strictly regulated was daunting, but hadn’t Brandon told him he needed a digital detox anyway? “No couple Instagram?” he joked, hooking his finger at Sandro’s waistband.
Sandro kissed the top of his head. “No Instagram. Period.”
Kevin mulled it over, but Sandro had said that if Kevin chose to leave earlier, he’d be allowed to and wouldn’t lose all the cash, so maybe this craziness was worth a try? “And what would I do? Because I’m guessing you won’t be here all the time.”
Sandro kissed him once more and led him out of the kitchen so that they could continue the tour of the mansion. “Yes. I will stay here for a few weeks at a time, but I might also only come over for a day or two before a weeklong absence. So, Kevin, what would you like to do? There’s TV, a gaming room, a home gym, books. You said you paint and that you’re thinking of art school. I could provide you with the materials and a tutor. It’s up to you.”
Kevin squeezed Sandro’s hand. “Daddy… you actually listened to what I was saying?”
Sandro snorted. “I won’t lie, those stockings were distracting, but yes, I did in fact listen.”
Sandro walked Kevin along a terrace in the back of the house that had a Jacuzzi with blue lights under the water and Kevin could imagine the pride of showing this place off to friends—with Daddy’s approval of course.
“There’s another pier?” Kevin pointed to a much smaller pier on the other side of the island. Barely visible in the darkness, but the moonlight glinting off the lake helped Kevin notice it.
“You know I love easy access.” Sandro chuckled and squeezed Kevin’s ass.
“I do.” Kevin giggled and lowered his jeans just enough to show off that he hadn’t put on any underwear.
Sandro groaned and kneaded Kevin’s buttock. “I don’t know if that’s naughty or delightful, baby boy.”
“Both?” Kevin kissed him but then wiggled out of the hug and walked down the corridor, back into the house. He was far too eager to see all of it.
Room after room, Kevin was a tourist checking out what life with Sandro might be like, and he loved the little small talk on the way.
“Any other rules, Daddy?”
Sandro was finishing his drink, and followed Kevin everywhere like a pet wolf. He looked like the kind of man who could pack a punch if the circumstances pushed him to it, and it gave Kevin a thrill to imagine Sandro fighting off some creeper stalking Kevin, or telling an overeager fuckboy at a bar that Kevin wasn’t available.
“As I said, I do expect obedience in general. I won’t order you around, but if I ask you to do something, I expect it done. I, in turn, promise not to ask you for anything outrageous. I know it’s impossible right now, since we barely met, but I want you to grow to trust me and my judgement.”