Chapter 10
“What didyou do while I was gone?”
I thought about the endless days and glanced over to the front door. How many times had I sat there waiting for Giancarlo to come home?
“Did you masturbate?”
“What?” I jumped up from the table, making sure to push my chair in before I followed him to the living room. “How did you know?”
Giancarlo laughed. “It was a damn joke.” He stared at me, and I did everything in my power to avoid meeting his gaze.
“Wait a fucking minute. Did you?”
Why did he want to talk about my dick and what I did with it? “Benito said you were really busy with work, are you done now?” Or will you be leaving again?
Giancarlo plopped down on the sofa. I stood there awkwardly, unsure of what I should do.
“Work is never done.”
“Oh.” It was all I could muster in the face of my anxiety. I’d be left alone again. I should have been used to it, but it never got any easier. “Next time, I’ll make you something to eat when you return.” I took a few steps back as my stomach knotted. “You’re tired, right? I should start your shower.”
“Ash, come sit down.”
I slipped into the single chair.
“I’m not going to eat you,” Giancarlo growled.
There was no guarantee that wouldn’t happen. I was so much smaller than Giancarlo I was pretty sure if it came down to him or me, he’d eat me with ketchup or something. “I know that.”
“Then why in the hell are you all the way over there?”
I shrugged and looked away from him. “Maybe I like it over here.”
Giancarlo sighed, and I instantly stood up and moved over to the couch. The last thing I wanted was for him to leave because he was annoyed with me.
“You decided to come closer after all?”
I shrugged.
“You have some serious issues, kid, you know that?”
I cocked a brow at him. Had he looked in the mirror lately?
Giancarlo frowned, his thick brows dipping. “What? You got something to say?”
“No,” I rushed out and scooted away.
Giancarlo followed me. Every inch I moved away, he moved toward me, closing the gap between us. My breathing quickened as my back hit the arm of the couch, leaving no more space to escape.
“You got this deer in headlights look going on right now, and all I want to do is fuck you up.”
I swallowed, trying to wrap my head around what he was saying. Heat fluttered in the pit of my stomach and moved toward areas it had no business going. My cock twitched, and I mentally screamed at my body to get its shit together.
“Fuck, kid.”
My breathing was erratic as I stared up at Giancarlo. What was he going to do with me? Did he want to have sex? Would I get to touch him again? My mind was an endless tunnel the longer we sat there.
Giancarlo pulled back, and suddenly, I could breathe a bit easier. My chest felt less constricted, and my cock stopped trying to steal all the damn blood flow. All good things, and yet I wanted him back hovering over me, dominating the space between us.
“What did you think about when you masturbated?”
Shit, we were back on this topic. I straightened up and rubbed my clammy hands over my pants. Telling him I thought about how tight he felt around my fingers or the way he groaned when I slammed inside of him was probably not a good idea. I could practically picture Giancarlo gloating. I might not know him all that well, but there are a few things that were easy to pick out. He was a jokester, confident in an egotistical way, and scary.
“The normal stuff.”
“Normal?” Giancarlo leaned back on the sofa, his dark brown eyes trained on me. “For someone who’s selling their body, you sure are a prude.”
My heart felt as if it would beat out of my chest as I cleared my throat. “Not a prude.”
“What was that?” Giancarlo cupped his ear as if he hadn’t heard me.
“I’m not a prude. I watched porn!” The moment I said it, I wanted to bury my face in the couch cushions.
Giancarlo whistled. “Tell me, was it the fun stuff? Somno, gangbang, or are you more into being tied up?”
I shook my head. “It was normal.”
“Great, got the one vanilla guy with a monster cock.”
Was I boring? New panic settled in the middle of my chest. It wasn’t that I was against any of it. I just hadn’t done anything.
“Hey, calm down,” Giancarlo said. His heavy hand rested on the back of my neck, grounding me.
I sucked in a shuddering breath as I forced my thoughts back. “I won’t be boring.”
“I didn’t mean— Fuck.” Giancarlo removed his hand and wiped it down his face. “You have to—”
“I wouldn’t mind being tied up,” I said.
Giancarlo’s mouth snapped shut, his dark brown eyes boring into me. “You wouldn’t?”
I shook my head. “It doesn’t bother me. They gagged and cuffed me up at the auction house. It’s not the worst thing in the world.”
“There is way too fucking much to unpack there.” Giancarlo sat up and leaned heavily on his knees. “Who gagged you?”
“Not sure, my dad requested it. He said it was either that or go out naked.” I shuddered at the thought of all those eyes on my naked body. My stomach turned just remembering how worthless I’d felt on the stage. The silence had been overbearing, along with their gazes. I would have lost it if some crazy guy hadn’t started shouting out numbers.
“Whoever it was, fuck them.” He was quiet for a moment. “I like your whimpers too much to muffle them. You’re like a mutt in heat.”
He likes the way I moan?My cock twitched, and I had to drag my gaze away from Giancarlo, or I would be too turned on to think straight.
Business, think business.“I wanted to talk to you about our deal.”
Giancarlo cocked a brow at me, waving his hand in a circle, indicating I could continue.
I hated how nervous I felt. My stomach twisted in knots as I thought about it. He could have had sex while he was out doing work. Then what would be the purpose of me? No, I can”t start thinking like that.
“Hello, anyone home?” Giancarlo snapped his fingers in front of my face, and I jumped back.
“Sorry.”
He sighed. “Stop saying sorry.”
“Sor—” I snapped my mouth shut and nodded instead.
“What did you want to talk about?”
“Did you have sex while you were working?” The question blurted out of my mouth before I could think about it. I slapped my forehead. “Wait, that wasn’t the qu—”
“No, but if I did, is that a deal breaker for you, kid? You think you can dictate who I fuck?”
My head snapped up, and I stared at Giancarlo. His sleeping with other people had nothing to do with me. However, if I was going to get my freedom back sooner than later, I needed him to come to me and only me for sex.
“It’s a simple yes or no,” he said.
“Yes.”
Giancarlo turned to me, a serious look on his face. “I was gone a few days, and you grew some balls, huh?”
Panic rose, and I scrambled for a clear thought. “I mean, no, I don’t dictate anything. I was saying yes because I don’t like you sleeping with other people, not that I can tell you not to.” I groaned.
My head was a jumbled-up mess as I thought about Giancarlo with a stranger. Letting someone else slide between his legs. Would he squeeze around their cock the same?
I felt dizzy with the thoughts that ran in circles in my mind. My fingers curled into the fabric of my pants as I tried to regain my thought process. “You were gone for eight days, twelve hours, and forty-six minutes.”
Silence settled between us, and I fidgeted on the couch. What the fuck did I say that for? Giancarlo was probably going to put me outside now. He was right, it was a few days, and I shouldn’t have brought it up to him. I needed to fix this right now. “Sor—”
“Sorry,” Giancarlo said, interrupting my apology.
“What?”
Giancarlo grunted. “Don’t make me repeat the shit, kid. I said I was sorry. That’s the end of it.”
Warmth spread through my entire body. I had the unmistakable urge to toss myself at Giancarlo. I barely restrained myself. I didn’t want to piss him off and ruin the moment.
My cheeks started to ache with how hard I was smiling. It had been a long time since I smiled because I was genuinely happy.
Callused fingers grazed over my cheek and cupped my face. “You’re like a puppy.” Giancarlo grabbed me and put me on his lap.
I placed both of my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. “I’m not a dog.”
Giancarlo rolled his eyes as if he didn’t believe me. “If you’re going to be the only dick I get while our deal is going on, then you have a lot of work cut out for you.”
My head jerked up and down. “Okay.”
“There is also going to be a teaching fee.”
Fuck. I licked my lips as I settled on Giancarlo’s lap. It was oddly comfortable. “Okay, how much?”
“Smart. Let’s say twenty thousand.”
I shook my head. “No way, that’s taking twenty percent! Ten thousand.”
Giancarlo’s eyes widened, and the corner of his mouth tilted up in a grin. “That’s cheap. Are you saying my knowledge isn’t worth it?”
I shrugged, and a strange playfulness settled over me. “I’ll have to sample it first.”
Giancarlo’s head fell back as he laughed. His hand rested on my lower back, radiating warmth throughout my entire body. My cock took notice instantly, and I fought hard not to fidget on his lap.
“Fifteen. I let you win the argument on your price, but you aren’t going to lowball me.”
Fifteen thousand wasn’t that bad. According to my calculations, I could technically afford it. As long as we had sex every single time Giancarlo wanted to give one of his lessons.
“Okay.”
“That looks painful. Why don’t you take it out and relieve it,” Giancarlo said, looking down at my hard cock.
How could I be expected to keep it under control? Giancarlo was hot as hell, and not to mention, when he laughed, it sounded so freeing it drew me in. I glanced down at my cock, and the memories of my hands stroking myself returned. Before I knew it, my mouth was moving.
“I”d rather you do something about it.”