Wakingup in a strange room wasn’t that unusual after years of being shipped between family members and then the dorms. The sensation of being immobile was panic inducing.
“Oh good, you're awake.”
Giorgio Greco entered the room with a tray, and the night before came rushing back. He’d changed from the suit to gray sweatpants and a white, V-neck t-shirt, but It was him. The same salt and pepper hair, sharp eyes, and strong jaw, just in casual clothes. He wasn’t smiling like he had in the towncar, though.
“Have a nice nap?” He asked conversationally, setting the tray over my dick.
“What’s going on?” I lifted my head to see a carafe of orange juice, an empty glass with metal straw, and a bowl of something rich and delicious smelling. Then I noticed something under the tray. A metallic glint reflected the dim lamplight. “What the fuck is on my dick?”
“A chastity cage,” George replied, like that answered the real question. He sat on the edge of the king-size mattress and lifted the juice to pour a glass. “If you behave, I’ll let you sit up to eat.”
“Fuck. You.” I spat at him, squirming in my bindings to no avail. He did remove the tray so I didn’t spill things.
“Not hungry? Fine. I’ll eat it in my study.” George lifted the tray and turned to go.
“Wait,” I called out before he got to the door, “you said if I sucked you off you wouldn’t stick that rod in my dick.”
“I didn’t, though that can be arranged.” George turned and set the tray on a side table with two chairs I hadn’t noticed on our way to the bed. “I’ve locked you up until I get to the bottom of this assassination business.”
“Call them now,” I begged, desperate to get out of the mess I’d made. “They’ll insist you return me unharmed.”
George returned to stand beside the bed, though I still had to strain to see him over my stretched arms. “Who will?”
“Gregor will expect me home. We’re roommates.” Gregor also had a habit of coming off perpetually positive, but I knew he’d show up with guns blazing when needed. Not to mention the head of the family, “And Felix won’t be happy you held me prisoner and fucked with me.”
“Did you consent to sex with me before trying to cut my throat?”
“We didn’t have sex,” I sputtered and stared up at the coved ceiling, where a chandelier hung just past the edge of the bed. My traitorous dick tried to swell, but only met resistance. It was in a tight grip, a mix of oh-my-god-yes and please-god-no met simultaneously and confused my body further. “I’m not…we didn’t.”
“I beg to differ, Basil,” George reached out to finger the cage he’d put on me. “Youasked to be pinned under me andyouwanted the privacy of my home. We kissed with the goal of getting our clothes off, and we came together just outside the door. We took each other into our bodies. If that’s not sex, I don’t want to know your definition.”
His logic was sound, but I only thought of sex as a dick in a hole. We’d sucked each other off, but that was after he tied me up. I refused to accept his reasoning. “No.”
“No early morning play, then. Got it,” George stood and opened the nightstand to pull out my phone. “Face recognition to unlock, perfect,” he held the device over my face, and it unlocked before I could turn away. “I’ll call Gregor and Felix, let them know where you are.”
“I hope they all show up and kill you,” I ground out through my teeth. Probably not the best thing to say to your kidnapper when he’s about to contact the people who can help you, but I never said I wasn’t petty.
George tapped at the screen, maybe sending a text message, before pointing to the table where the steel items labeled “sounding” were waiting. His warning was clear as George leaned into my space. “They can try, but I know it won’t be you doing the killing.”
We stared at each other, neither speaking, and I felt the layers of tension between us. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to hurt me or fuck me, and I wasn’t ready to admit my desire for any of it. My phone buzzed on the lacquered wood surface beside the bed, interrupting our standoff.
George leaned back and picked up my phone. “I see they got my message.” Whotheywere became clear when he answered the call, “Felix. Yes. Basil is here with me.”
“Blya da,” I cheered under my breath. Kot Felix and the Kiselovs would come rescue me.
“Free will is a stretch, since I have him tied up at the moment.”
George’s eyes perused my naked body as Felix yelled over the phone. I felt like an object, and my cock strained in the confines of its cage. Somehow, some part of me fucking loved being seen as a toy to play with.
“I didn’t kidnap the boy, Felix. Basil seemed to think we were enemies and tried to kill me, though he didn’t say the call came from you.” Pause, less yelling, “I agree.” George chuckled and sat at the edge of the bed. “Proof of life, really? Fine.”
George listened for a moment before hitting the speaker button. Finally, I might get a word out. Felix’s voice came out with more concern than I would have expected. “Vasily, are you there?”
“Yes, Kot! Greco has me tied up in his bed and–” I stopped, not willing to admit the things George and I had done to each other. I needed to express the urgency of the situation. “He plans to torture me more.”
“What the hell were you thinking?” Felix hissed angrily in Russian, “You tried to kill an ally without my go ahead. He has every right to restrain you and even kill you for the stunt you pulled.”
“You’re going to let him kill me?” I replied in Russian, meeting George’s eyes and finding a blank but fierce expression there. He would kill me if he wanted to, I was sure. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to prove I could do more than sit in an office.”
