Hard Promises to Keep

Vincenzo “Vince” DiPaola knew his place in his family. It wasn’t that he didn’t know it, the problem was he didn’t like it. The youngest of his siblings and the only competent male of his generation on his father’s side, he was in line for the family business in the event of a tragedy befalling his uncle then his father. He could only hope that both men live long lives and he could avoid taking over as the head of his Sicilian famiglia.
In his mid-twenties, he hadn’t wanted to join his family on their vacation to Falls Village, Maine, but there he was. The sleepy small harbor town in the United States had nothing to offer a man with his needs, but his father wouldn’t hear of him not coming along. Vince knew which battles he had a fighting chance of winning with the hard-headed Sicilian and which he didn’t. This one was a lost cause, so he’d sucked it up and climbed onto the private jet and came to New England for a few weeks of nothing.
By nothing, he meant no sex because it didn’t seem plausible that this sheltered town would have a sex club where he could find a girl to meet his kinky needs. He also doubted that there would be a girl just hanging around the beaches that would suit his needs either.
Back home in Sicily, he was well-known and didn’t need to work for anything, least of all women. At the snap of his fingers, he could have any one of the girls in any of his family’s nightclubs on their knees and lowering his zipper to take him into the back of their throats.
But fuck, there wasn’t even a nightclub in Falls Village for him to find a girl to take back to his hotel room and show her the finer points of his sexual lifestyle.
Vince was a sexual Dominant. He’d fallen into the lifestyle as the stress of his familial obligations set in upon his college graduation, where he was forced to take his seat beside his father and uncle. He’d fallen into by accident at first, just dabbling for fun one night with an acquaintance he’d made during a business deal his father had forced him to attend. The guy was the son of the man Vince’s father was working a deal with, and he’d been as interested in the exchange as Vince was. The older men suggested that the younger ones forge a relationship and pushed them to hit the clubs. Vince, prompted to show the other man a good time, took him to one of his family’s establishments.
They’d gone to his family’s nightclub, but he and the other man had quickly grown bored. The guy mentioned hearing about another club not that far away and asked if Vince was up to try something new. That was all it took to have Vince addicted and never looking back.
Sex became a means for him to have control, exert his dominance in a way he couldn’t in other areas of his life. It was something his father and uncle weren’t involved in, weren’t making decisions for him about, and he got addicted to the control as much as the pleasure. Actually, the control became his pleasure. It was also a way for him to clear his head. When he had a girl over his knee or on hers at his feet, he was the one calling the shots. Not his father or uncle. Him.
He was the Dom sitting in a chair, a girl between his legs on the floor unzipping him to release his cock while another girl watched from her own chair as a means of punishment. He wasn’t a cruel Dom, but if disobeyed by a submissive, he was far from easygoing.