“You proved the opposite. How could you be so smart and stupid at the same time? Greco has a right to teach you a lesson, but I won’t let him kill you,” Felix conceded. I sagged in relief until he switched back to English and spoke to George, “The boy will take his punishment. You have three days to take your pound of flesh. Vasily will be returned to us with no permanent damage, understood?”
George looked straight at me as he replied, “I can’t promise he won’t be changed mentally, but you have my word.”
They ended the call without pleasantries and the reality of Felix’s words sank in. Giorgio Greco, the infamous leader of the Italian mafia, known to enjoy getting his hands dirty on interrogations, had me for three days. I’d tried to kill him after a mind-blowing orgasm, and he got to choose. Three days of pleasure or pain, and I didn’t think I’d be getting much more of the former.
George’s placid expression turned into a wide, predatory smile, and I knew I was in trouble.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
GEORGE
Basil rejectingfood wasn’t a huge surprise, but Felix saying I could keep the boy was. Sure, only for a few days. I still got to have my fun. Felix said the boy needed to learn not to act without the Boss’ consent, and I agreed. I got a few days to strike some fear into Basil, and I was man enough to admit I’d also be living out a few fantasies.
By the end of it, I didn’t care if Basil hated me, but the best result would be him admitting he was into dick. Probably a stupid goal. I should be trying to get him to not hate the Italians, but something inside told me to help Basil as much as punish him. I wasn’t going to be bothered by a sullen boy–I’d raised two teenagers. Persistence and not rising to the bait were key.
“Sure you’re not hungry?” I gestured to the waiting tray. “Cinnamon oatmeal with fresh fruit and pulpless orange juice.”
Basil kept his mouth shut, seething to himself over the situation. I’d be livid if my family left me in the hands of a sadistic mafia leader, but I wouldn’t have tried to kill him without backup. Really, it was his own damn fault.
“Alright, I’ll let you rest.” I stood and pocketed Basil’s phone. “It’s not like you’ll need to pee or drink water over the next few days.”
My intention was to go in my closet and get dressed for the day, but Basil likely thought I was leaving him alone. He made a sound of frustration before whispering, “Wait.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?” I turned and found him breathing through his nose with eyes closed. “Was there something you needed?”
“I’m thirsty and need to pee like a racehorse,” Basil finally admitted.
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” I taunted, crossing to sit on the bed and reach for his bound hands. Releasing the ropes from the headboard, I left his wrists tied together. “Boys who ask for what they want usually get it.”
“Let me go?” Basil pleaded. His attempt at an innocent expression had Basil’s blue eyes wide as his lashes fluttered. He bit his lip and I laughed.
“I have you for three days, and then I’ll let you go. That was the deal your boss struck.”
Pulling on the lead rope, I sat Basil up. He blinked several times in the low morning light, brighter than when I’d first entered the room. He flexed his fingers, and I rubbed underneath the loops on his wrists. This bondage rope was much softer than what I used over the years on my captives. There was barely even a trace on his skin.
Next time, I’d make sure to leave my mark.
After removing Basil’s ankle cuffs and setting the spreader bar aside, the little minx tried to wiggle his way off the bed. I tugged on the lead rope and climbed between his legs, pushing his knees up until Basil’s arms were behind his thighs.
“No you don’t. If you leave before my three days are up, Felix will know you didn’t learn your lesson,” I warned. “There’s no telling what he or I might do to settle the score.”
Flipping him over on his shocked face, I pulled Basil to the end of the bed. While I’d removed or cut off most of Basil’s clothes, his white dress shirt hung limp on his shoulders. His hands were still secure, restrained over his lower back where the shirttails bunched, and that juicy ass begged to be punished.
“Let’s take care of the punishment for your infraction, shall we?” I rubbed one hand into a plump globe.
Remembering how much I’d enjoyed one hookup in my thirties, I kneaded at his flesh. Basil moaned and tried to move away, his reactions at odds with each other. My hookup had begged me to spank her and called me Daddy, and I liked it enough to fuck her again.
“You’re going to take your spanking and thank me for it, do you understand?” He whimpered and nodded against the rumpled black comforter. There was no way Basil would ask for this, but he needed it all the same. “You didn’t use your words, so I think I’ll have you say ‘thank you Daddy’after each spank. Now, what do you say?”
Basil’s anger and fight against lust had him squirming, but he finally acquiesced. “Y–yes…Daddy.”
“Good boy,” I couldn’t help smirking at his bitter tone, followed by an exhale at my words. He liked being good for me. “I think ten is appropriate for trying to run off when I so graciously uncuffed you.”
My hand came down on his right cheek, and Basil jumped. My bed was high and his toes only just touched the ground, so he didn’t get far. Moving my other hand to hold his arms and back down, I laid a hit to his left cheek. Rubbing and squeezing after each blow, Basil let out yelps and moans in turn. Each blow made his ass redder, with the edges showing my fingers lines. Not enough to mark him for more than an hour or so, but it was a start.
The last blow rang out and was followed by silence. “What do you say, boy?”
Basil took a deep breath in and out before mumbling into the bedding, “Thank you, Daddy.”
