“Of course you do!” beams Ginni. “You need one every day.”
“Every day?” I repeat helplessly.
Oh lord. There are a million men out there who would think I was the crazy one. A beautiful twenty-one-year-old femboy is declaring he wants to blow me every day. And I’m objecting.
Maybe I’m the problem.
I take a deep breath. Of course I’m not the fucking problem. Jesus Christ. Is talk of blowjobs really enough to make me forget about drugging and kidnapping and being chained up? What kind of caveman am I? I’m better than this. I’m better than most men.
Running a club with exotic dancers has shown me that most men are animals. Incapable of self-restraint.
When I get out of here, I’m going to have to make sure Ginni is safe. If he had abducted someone else, I dread to think what would have happened. The world is full of bastards who would take advantage of him.
“I don’t need a blowjob,” I say.
He listened to me earlier, after the shower. He said, okay, and started babbling about breakfast. So he might listen to me now.
Ginni fixes me with a rather stern expression. “Yes, you do.”
He stands up and peers down at me. He is wearing a very short skirt today. He must have changed into it while I was in the shower. I’ve been trying to ignore it. Just like I’ve been trying toignore his absurdly short crop top. The top is white and barely covers his nipples. It’s leaving his belly completely naked. His belly button is taunting me.
How does anyone have such a flat stomach? Such flawless skin? Even when I was twenty-one I didn’t look that perfect.
I tear my eyes away, only to be confronted with his skirt. It’s black and only barely covers anything. His long legs are bare. And incredible. They are better than all the dancers that work for me in my club.
If Ginni was a girl and walked into my office for an audition, I’d be shouting ‘hired!’ right about now.
How is it even genetically possible to have legs like that? It should be illegal. Not that I’ve ever given legality much consideration in anything that I do.
Hmm, maybe that’s the problem. The whole reason I’m here. God, the universe, whoever is in charge, is punishing me for all my misdeeds. Sending me to my judgment by allowing a ridiculously pretty femboy to chain me to his bed.
My thoughts screech to a halt as Ginni takes hold of the blanket. I’m still buck naked under here.
“Ginni!” I warn, but the little psycho ignores me. He whips the cover off like a magician whisking off a tablecloth.
His blue eyes go straight to my cock. His entire face lights up. Like all of his Christmases have come at once.
He licks his lips. He kneels on the bed, and the mattress dips slightly.
My arms reflexively pull against the restraints. It is as futile as the first thousand times I tried it.
“Don’t you dare!” I snarl.
Ginni pauses. His eyes widen and his lips lift up in pout. “Don’t you like blowjobs?”
“Of course I fucking like blowjobs!” I bellow before I stop myself.
Ginni smiles, slow and seductive.
“It doesn’t mean I want one from you!” I snap.
Oh shit. Not antagonizing the nutter who has kidnapped you is probably rule number one in the how to survive an abduction handbook. And besides that very good piece of advice, hurting Ginni’s feelings makes me feel like the worst kind of monster.
Ginni tilts his head like a bird. “Yes you do. Stop being silly. I see the way you look at me.”
“I don’t look at you. Not like that.”
His smile is devastating. “You do. The first time was when I was making hot chocolate. That’s when you finally noticed me.”
